<?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-7111114345871967938</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:09:27.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RaYsoN</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>271</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-3003897412462915731</id><published>2012-01-15T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T15:36:17.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 2012</title><content type='html'>I'm back for a post! I will make a quick one today as I'm going out soon. Updates, life is good, almost perfect, mum diy-ed a bag rack for me the previous day, and when I got home, I was like, shit, why haven't I thought of it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in about a month's time, I would be finishing my diploma, that fast. Still thinking about what to do after that. Continue studying, do business or NS, bah don't wanna think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first post since August.. So let's recall what happened from there.. Uh.. not much, not to the point that it's worth mentioning. But I've been spending a lot of time with my parents, doing things that won't disappoint them, trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally got a punching bag at home, training would be convenient and yeah, talking about training, I've been doing stretching these few days, to do a split! I am sure you've seen kung fu movies where the actors raise one of their legs, so that it would be a straight line from the other leg.. 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost like this, but not that.. how do you put it.. more towards the kung fu style..? You'll get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I gotta go prepare now! I will post my Japan trip in a few days time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-3003897412462915731?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3003897412462915731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=3003897412462915731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/3003897412462915731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/3003897412462915731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-2012.html' title='It&apos;s 2012'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-4098327406782231106</id><published>2011-08-23T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T22:25:54.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On my own</title><content type='html'>So hey blog. Past few days, well the good and bad events can compete, and I'm hanging in there. The three days when I was dizzy, I didn't perform well while working. So I got some exercise the following last day as Ah Wei said it may be due to too much rest. And the next day, I thought I performed pretty good. Yet, I kept getting reprimanded and endured some minor maligns. I bear it.. Told myself it's common..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say this now and immediately. I just spent 80k cash, in less than 10 minutes. Left me in a daze till now. Spent 80 dollars and got nothing. It might not have left a big impact on me if it were a few weeks ago.. But now... The aftermath is this daze.. Makes me so tired.. Felt so wrong, wrong, wrong......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today... I was asked to pay my school fees. Yeah and the bad news. My 1 month overdue phone bill came, SGD549. And yes, no allowance for a month. At that moment when I found out, I felt really hopeless, angry and the feeling of 'I really give up, really.' All the cursing starts rolling through my mind. About how I scold my father through sms, saying this saying that.. Serious, when I was sec 4, this thing happened. He did not ceased my allowance as I needa survive. Now, when he knows I'm working, he ceased my allowance, LIKE SO EASY, JUST DON'T GIVE, STOP GIVING YOU ALLOWANCE ANYTIME I WANT kinda fucked up thing. I am seriously losing it.... I wanna just cry.. breakdown.... But I keep telling myself, I'm a man, I'm a man, are you still gonna cry like some kid? Fucking get yourself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution... Thursday onwards.. I will have another part time at night... Yeah.. 8am work, 3pm school and 7pm work till 10pm. I'm made tough, I can definitely last it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can, I hope...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-4098327406782231106?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4098327406782231106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=4098327406782231106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4098327406782231106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4098327406782231106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-my-own.html' title='On my own'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-713140460463875340</id><published>2011-08-15T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T23:04:08.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never changed</title><content type='html'>Hello blogger! It's been awhile since.. Wow, already months have passed, next year will be coming real soon believe me. So I guess I've been well for the pass few months.. I passed all exams for professional certificate to promote to diploma. Uh... I think this is the only good thing that happened from what I recall... Couldn't think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many passed all the exams for pro cert, so the new class only consist of 3 of us from the previous batch, and all other strangers. Kinda mundane turnover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, a few weeks ago, during my school holiday, I've taken a full-time job at ACH hardware company. I learned many things about hardware, the products, how things work, and most importantly, office politics. Believe me, it's a mean and tough obstacle, or rather an ordeal you'd never be done with until you quit your job. I almost ended up beating a puss. Well, won't wanna tarnish my father's... reputation.. Winding it up, I'm still working part-time at the company, now that school have started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding my dad.. parents to be straight, I'm really giving up. Too tired, emotionally. I'd cry if it's a few months or years ago, then tell myself it's my fault, and I'd try again, to try to communicate. But now, I've grown numb to the indifference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I want to disappoint both of you.. I know I once stole money from you all.. Which kid doesn't..? I would change alright, or should I say I've changed..? But what was that for..? Everytime mum lost something, she would come to me, asking me whether did I take this, did I take that, VERY indirectly. Being really sharp as who I am, I get the hint at the very first metre of her 400m run. When I snapped, she'd come straight to the point, ‘如果你有拿你就承认，你不可以这样我跟你讲。’ (if you take it you better admit it, you can't be like this.) And she'll walk away or I'll be the one because she'll continue to 'interrogate' me. I remember the last incidence which is regarding her LV pouch. That case lasted for i think a few weeks to a month or two. Till when she found it in between sheets of clothes in the storeroom. &lt;i&gt;She didn't even feel the shame.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With dad.. I know I'm wrong, 99% my fault this time. Got addicted to gaming again and maxed out the phone bills. Ceased my allowance for 4 weeks and counting already.. That's why I got a job.. Before it happened.. Dad was telling me that I can buy a new DSLR camera and a desktop during September's tech convention. He'd pay for it of course, like he had did since I was born. He even suggested to buy Kaegon a dog house, fencing, so we could leave him in the garden. Being a thrifty maniac, these words from him really surprised me. But when the phone bill came.. the 450 summed up I spent got him really disappointed, more of the right word to use than angry, and decided to cease my allowance. 150 per week.. and it's been 4 weeks now.. (With my own phone bill still overdue with 550 as I've rejected the paper bill from online) so he don't even know about it.. But knowing that I started working, is that 'not giving me allowance for the week after paying my debt' a hint that he will completely stop giving me allowance from there on? Our communication with each other was spiky, never been stable since I was young. Having this problem, he still treats me better than my brother. Like, more allowance, buy me what I want. Well, at least from point of view.. But this time round, I can really feel it, that he's not gonna care anymore. I can't feel concern and last time when we were on bad times, I would show a foul face and sulk my way through till he's out of sight. Now, there's only blank and emptiness in my eyes as we walked pass each other, likewise to him. And he's being really petty about the Bell&amp;amp;Ross watch that he bought last vacation. He'd come into my room and take it back and hide it in his drawer. When I wear it out he'd complain to mum to tell me about bearing the responsibilities if I were to get robbed or what. Let's talk sense.. In Singapore.. School and town, on my wrist. What are the chances..? Talking about possibilities, let's not argue about it. And it's not like I go around flaunting it, but I really, really love the brand. It's becoming ridiculous, so is this another hint..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry blogger to have to listen to me, but it's the only place I can get some comfort by writing these out.. It's not like I don't have good friends to share these to, but they are busy with the upcoming exams, and I'm really guilty sharing problems with them as partly.. I might be shunned by them. And many other reasons.. A girlfriend would do the job but I don't even know of a decent girl of my standard and who would want to go through something like this, with an epic fail guy like me, talking about the face and family. Tried to post on facebook but I don't wanna attract attention and give impression to others as 'pathetic'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've even imagined jumping off a building, enjoy the last moment as I fall without safety ropes, tears flowing out of my eyes as they lag behind, finally, body flat to the ground with a 'tut'. End of sorrows, pathetic. Then turned into a lost soul as I'm a free thinker, seeing those people you never even see before post on your facebook profile page saying that they care, all just to get attention from my demise. Like they even care about me when I was alive. And those who hate me put on a false front, in fact, pulling the party poppers as soon as they hear the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, doesn't matter, I'm already dead, IF. But soon I guess. I still haven't lost hope in tomorrow. Just wishing, hoping, to be recognized by a star or someone with skills I'm interested in, or get adopted by foster parents.. I am already all out of anticipation.. So, wanting for miracles to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Get me out of this hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-713140460463875340?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/713140460463875340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=713140460463875340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/713140460463875340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/713140460463875340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2011/08/never-changed.html' title='Never changed'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-4390626614271462604</id><published>2011-05-27T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T00:54:42.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping it running</title><content type='html'>Entries update..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.. I'll just sum everything up briefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year, March. I went to Taiwan with Zaw Myo. Yeap, just the two of us. However, we lived at Zaw Myo's aunt's house. Went to Shilin, LinJiang, Danshui, Jiufen, Jilong and many others! Miss my Bing Tang Hu Lu! And I ate it everyday during the 7 days there. So, it was really fun, refer to the photos on facebook. I even thought of saving up the money my dad gave me to spend there to spend in Singapore. But uhuh, Taiwan is too fun to keep my money in my pocket, in the end, I spent everything. Oh well, well worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back from Taiwan, since there's the Japan earthquake.. our family trip to Kyushu was cancelled. But.... WE WENT EUROPE INSTEAD. WOOHOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore, 12hrs, Amsterdam, Belgium, Switzerland, Paris and Milan and some others, I forgot. It was hell awesome there! But I wasted a day throwing tantrums.. And that dear day was at Paris! So I didn't get to take a good picture with Mr Eiffel. Saved most of my money up as I did not bear to spend them at Europe. Money wasn't well spent in Singapore either. Anyway, it's so fun that I'll be going there again sure enough! And our CTC tour guide, Jeffrey Hoh was the best tour guide I've ever met! His cool jokes and sense of humour, not forgetting his personality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back to Singapore, problems came back too.. Haven't found a school at that moment. So got introduced to MDIS, and took on Business Management. School's awesome..! Yeah, first phase of making friends was tough, those who I thought will be my good friends, ended up being the furthest away from me. Oh well, still rocking on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd term of course starting soon, that darn level co-ordinator put me in Singaporeans morning class. Immediately sent a letter to change class. That batch of Singaporean students, darn lame and wannabes.. Arh forget it, just hope I succeed in getting a class change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I guess, gonna get some sleep! Bye bloggggger!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-4390626614271462604?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4390626614271462604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=4390626614271462604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4390626614271462604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4390626614271462604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2011/05/keeping-it-running.html' title='Keeping it running'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-8407674513364812474</id><published>2011-02-13T03:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T03:50:25.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget it, I mean it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, this year's Chinese New Year is halfway through. Seems like a rather quiet CNY, anyway, I won quite abit in gambling, so I guess it's alright already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have been drawing recently, painting too. From paper to canvas to on the wall. Yeap...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The relationship between some of your friends and you, it's best sometimes it just stays that way. If not things get too good it hurt both parties. All these years, since the day I know the word called, 'friend'. I so want myself a true, best friend. One who would stand with you against all odds, share the fun things this world have to give. But after living in this world for 16 years, yeah, I made lots of friends and even treated some of them as the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treated them as the best, but they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda disappointing isn't it? Are all the people in the world like this? My concerns to get all of us together, my plan to let us create good memories? Can't you all feel it? I've did alot, didn't you all recognize it? How I wish I have a best friend, who care and concern, who share everything with me regardless of bad and good. Not cherishing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends.. What are they really? Some talk behind you just to get in the topic, some don't even care whether you're alive of not. Not to even talk about best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, seriously, to hell with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-8407674513364812474?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8407674513364812474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=8407674513364812474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/8407674513364812474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/8407674513364812474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2011/02/forget-it-i-mean-it.html' title='Forget it, I mean it.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-8367532272631018317</id><published>2011-01-30T02:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T03:14:01.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been thinking too much</title><content type='html'>For my future self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what I've been doing lately. So now I can't get into a Poly, so I can't know more people, have club activities, and slack 3 more years. It's all about haven't gone through enough right? Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, have been missing my late grandma. Don't know why. Probably that occur because I am human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, what is it? You live, goes through up and down, get education, get a job, have a family, create many great memories, then die. Let's imagine reincarnation is a fact, so when you die, you forget everything, and start your life all over. What's the meaning to this? Guess nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe life is getting more mundane, that money, love, anything and everything else doesn't matters anymore.  10 years down the road, what will it be like? Seriously curious. Cause I ain't doing a thing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So love, does it last forever? Because I can't seem to forget you, or move on. It's not like I want to, if possible, why not? Or is it that I haven't got a chance to meet another one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been quite cheerful on the outside these few days, inside, I am miserable. It's like I still lack of something, or lost something. Feels like everyone moved on, like a 100m sprint, some finished, some at 50m, some at 20m but still trying. But I am still on the starting line, not even in position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resumed drawing recently, don't know, inspiration? Vibes? Lunar New Year's nearing. Waiting for poly letter. If I didn't succeed, it's either private diploma or Lasalle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, gotta sleep.. Hope all will be better the next time I blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-8367532272631018317?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8367532272631018317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=8367532272631018317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/8367532272631018317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/8367532272631018317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2011/01/been-thinking-too-much.html' title='Been thinking too much'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-81473171251105615</id><published>2010-11-13T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T21:15:38.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry blog that I haven't been updating you for awhile.. Well.. I haven't been keeping up with time either. So let's just share with each other for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time flies, it was yesterday when my last O level paper ended. Taking up various lessons like japanese class, guitar and dancing. Really hope I'll get enough points to get into a poly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woah.. haven't been blogging for awhile and I've turned all rusty. Hope I will update frequently from now on despite how mundane my life is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try watching this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKQqvA_EgLg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;'One more time, One more chance'&lt;/a&gt; for Byousoku 5 centimeters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So wanting to study abroad, or rather emigrate. Gauge how much I hate Singapore, how much I dislike the people I know, how much you bother me. This isn't the life I want. There are ups and downs, no, not this kind. Everything seem so juvenile. I don't know how long I will last in this part of where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrites, those that try to to get along because they HAVE to. Those that try to communicate to give yourself good impression from others. Hypocrisy.. Even I practise it sometimes.. And I feel so irritated. Because I MUST.  God damn the feeling when you're doing something against your will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for pouring out I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time never seemed to move on for me, even for a nanosecond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-81473171251105615?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/81473171251105615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=81473171251105615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/81473171251105615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/81473171251105615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi-blog.html' title='Hi blog'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-6583212095613639296</id><published>2010-08-29T03:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T03:31:26.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a void</title><content type='html'>Alright, I haven't been updating since... May..? When my future self look at the archive and see a void, these are what I have been doing. Playing maple, learning all the bad things, some studying and slacking alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things got better though. I don't get angry over trival matters, can communicate better.. But the bonds between me and my family is still shit. Don't wanna think about it. Cause they don't care, I don't care either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent updates.. Still playing(chatting) maple.. Got C5 for chinese, saw someone's dick that's really small.. phone bill... 500 and increasing.. Argh. Screwed up, but I am happy. Dad is gonna go China for business soon. Great for me.. I don't have to show a black face, avoid looking at him or trying to shun him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still ain't doing anything about my life.. Oh well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-6583212095613639296?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6583212095613639296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=6583212095613639296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/6583212095613639296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/6583212095613639296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-void.html' title='What a void'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-3221218918898429680</id><published>2010-05-17T17:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:38:59.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kite out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yozai peepo!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna blog about yesterday first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up lateeeeee, forgot set alarm and tell my mum what time to wake me up. Not really late actually.. Cause I always need more time before going out to prepare myself and the house because there won't be anyone home everytime I go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House rule, last to leave, close, off, tidy everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am all neat and clean, left the house to MRT. At the MRT station.. 75% of my T-shirt was soaked with sweat and sweat was still 'created' from my head. Don't think I'll be accepted by the passengers in the MRT so I went out of the gate to buy 2 packets of tissue paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late by 10mins, but JunYong have patience! So we went to cineleisure to buy movie tickets. PeiFong and Lina did not sleep the day before, and PF made Lina drunk. Eventually, Lina got rashes and couldn't make it. Met WenJun and PF who were superbly late. Had lunch at BK and we played 1 hour of lan. LMAO, PF spent 1hour of his lan-time helping the com at E2max update their dota version. Wen Jun and I played the new campaign of L4D2. Man! Kinda blur with the keys already, to sum it up, the keyboard have no lettering.. Still, I beat WJ in no of kills! But of course, there are times he win me, he's also a pro okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Ip man 2. Sad larh, WJ die while upholding the pride of chinese arts. Then I help him revenge and brought pride to chinese arts. WJ siao.. after watching Ip man 2, he kept whacking me, watched too much.. Then, taxi to Marina Barrage. During the ride..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WenJun suddenly screamed, which shocked the uncle and us..&lt;br /&gt;WJ: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! UNCLE! 开快一点！！UNCLE! UNCLE! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;Taxi uncle and us: Laughing Our Ass Off The Seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fucking screamed at the top of his voice you know?! No chance to video it, we were laughing like hell. Then he meddled with uncle's radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WJ: uncle, 可以开music吗？你懂要有那种feel的吗。&lt;br /&gt;Taxi uncle: *helping him switch to 98.7*&lt;br /&gt;WJ: OI UNCLE UNCLE, 看车！看车！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more, but these are the hilarious ones.. should be sitting at the backseat to witness it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message of the day, don't let WJ see any Lamborghini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncle did not know how to go to barrage so we took another cab, lazy to take bus.. This time.. it's a stern uncle driving a merz cab, so WenJun did not try to be funny. Slight drizzle but flying the kite is still possible. Set up my kite, WJ said my kite lousy la, still need masking tape. Because I am preparing it to earn it's King of Kites title!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were struggling to get their kites up, and mine went up in an instance, and further, and further, till ours became the furthest! Haha, bringing people who never really flied a kite before is such a fun and pain. Fun, they were snatching for the reel, and I can teach them the techniques, pain... Explain later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun time of course, but some irresponsible people got their kites tangled with ours. Two kites, binded our strings together, obviously their fault as their's were coiled around ours. So they have no choice but to cut their strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rained after some while, and WJ messed up my string! Not only that.. I asked him to dismantle the kite.. He dismantled everything.. Including those not supposed to be removed.. In the end.. I abandoned quite a lot of string and threw my kite away.. Regretted it now.. My favourite kite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to JY for photographer for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dried ourselves up and bought a new ktie before leaving for dinner. Took a bus, then taxi again to Marina Square. Every dining place was packed so we settled down at Subway. Thanks to JY and WJ for the drinks and cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY and Peifong went home, while WJ and I went to cine for another round of L4D2. Completed 2 Chapters in about 1 hour, normal mode. Wanna play advance WJ don't want. But we'll be tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472186622454496418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S_EcvYALfKI/AAAAAAAABgM/-KDVxxfpdKk/s400/IMG_2496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472186605476885874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S_EcuYwZtXI/AAAAAAAABf8/Dcwjjbah1GI/s400/IMG_2488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472186612403032594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S_EcuyjuUhI/AAAAAAAABgE/_tWzFWtARso/s400/IMG_2493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472195190198347378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S_EkiFVfpnI/AAAAAAAABgU/OrJGV_gJ1Q4/s400/IMG_2511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472195203245314498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S_Eki18IkcI/AAAAAAAABgc/4Strxz1Rs4s/s400/IMG_2516.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S_Ekjfg7_pI/AAAAAAAABgk/eMr9qalipVg/s1600/IMG_2518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472195214405533330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S_Ekjfg7_pI/AAAAAAAABgk/eMr9qalipVg/s400/IMG_2518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S_EpRizs0GI/AAAAAAAABg8/iJbiW3g9Cag/s1600/IMG_2531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472200403610030178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S_EpRizs0GI/AAAAAAAABg8/iJbiW3g9Cag/s400/IMG_2531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S_EpRLcOdeI/AAAAAAAABg0/n2Jnikqhe74/s1600/IMG_2527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472200397337556450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S_EpRLcOdeI/AAAAAAAABg0/n2Jnikqhe74/s400/IMG_2527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S_EpQrbwbkI/AAAAAAAABgs/rtn56S3Lb_Q/s1600/IMG_2505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472200388745653826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S_EpQrbwbkI/AAAAAAAABgs/rtn56S3Lb_Q/s400/IMG_2505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;More at Facebook! Gonna meet WJ at ChompChomp I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gooderbye for now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-3221218918898429680?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3221218918898429680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=3221218918898429680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/3221218918898429680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/3221218918898429680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2010/05/kite-out.html' title='Kite out!'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S_EcvYALfKI/AAAAAAAABgM/-KDVxxfpdKk/s72-c/IMG_2496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-5023495949683747902</id><published>2010-05-15T02:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T03:34:33.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough, mysterious, unluck, one of a kind nightskate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MYE is finally over! But the bigger waves are coming soon..&lt;br /&gt;Totally shit.. But I can't care much for now. All I want is to relax and rest, physically and emotionally. Can't imagine how I'll pull it through this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't keep emphasizing on getting in to the wrong school.. having uncool friends.. blahblah and sorts. Psychologically, when someone seems to emphasize on things or keep talking about it, it usually means that he can't accept the reality, he can't care but still wanna care about it in some ways or he just hope talking will change everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, gets me really interested in psychology. Not cut out for studying, because I simply have no passion for it, and can't seem to create passion from indulging in it. Perhaps, whether I pass or fail O level, I will go overseas to study private Psychology lessons, get a cert and open a clinic. Just a thought, or maybe join the police and ponder my life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to state it down as one of my hobbies, I really love to think and daydream. I don't know why, but it brings me somewhere far, I can say that the feeling is usually pretty relaxing. Try lying on the bed with or without mp3 plug into your ears(make sure the songs are relaxing ones and not those that will make you start jumping around), and stare into the celling, I don't know what you'll do next but I will start thinking and daydreaming.. can last for hours.. If I am not hungry and left undisturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went home straight after exam. Had quite a long nap during the afternoon while waiting for replies for the lan trip. One, mum don't allow. Two, don't know how play'. Three, 'sorry babe, can't'. No offence people, just stating what was replied. So that's how it is. Stayed home and watched Your Hands in Mine. And started to plan skating route. Watched I am Here beside your left right wahhaha and went to prepared. Left home at 11pm+. I swear my skate gears are damn cool, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-2lR8VP5SI/AAAAAAAABe8/9x55DV9DxHk/s1600/233327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471210849996629282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-2lR8VP5SI/AAAAAAAABe8/9x55DV9DxHk/s200/233327.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took bus 268 as it comes first, and I dropped off at some industrial area. While wearing my skates, heard some cling clangs behind me. A drunken man with many cans of beer around him.. Can't be bothered of course and skated off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Parry Ave, fell, I fell... because a sweat that entered my eye and I went 'bomb' on my bottoms. Practiced some slaloms and backwards skating on the road before I continue. Skated pass the semi-Ds.. Super eerie.. Made it out of the place, and rounded Kovan to return to Serangoon. At the down slope in front of Serangoon swimming complex, I skated on the road as there were no cars and heard some people at the bus stop waiting for bus called me 'siao'. Cars came, but 'The Don' did not disappoint me! Fast and high in maneuverability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered whether did I pass by a frangipani tree or what, the scent of the flower was so concentrated, almost near pungent level. Skated in to Lor Chuan. F up.. While skating outside the semi-Ds, did not on torchlight and there were loads of plants outside their house. No vision, piak, fell once, climb up, @#&amp;amp;*$%, piak again. $@&amp;amp;#@! Crap man.. Took the long way out of Serangoon Garden Way. Man... it's really creepy, with the strong wind brewing against me, the long stretch of street lit with orange light lamps, can't think much and skated faster. Reached my favourite down slope and continued to skate. Reached my house, lingered for a while and continued to skate back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-2lScC0EAI/AAAAAAAABfE/dnTczbZe8e8/s1600/015226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471210858509242370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-2lScC0EAI/AAAAAAAABfE/dnTczbZe8e8/s200/015226.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought there's fireworks testing tonight as I kept seeing flashes in the sky, so when the drizzle came in, I realised it was the storm. Skated faster, and the drizzle became heavier as time goes by. Managed to reach YCK Mrt, can't continued as the ground is too slippery. Changed out and walked home. Middle of the walk, heavy downpour, started sprinting back to the hospital. Reached the bus stop outside, took out my wallet and prepared for the last sprint. Chiong ah...! Tap on the censor, the gate never open.&lt;br /&gt;Dots... Press the radio, radio playing a rhythmic tune, can't possibly stand there till the next day. Used my ninja skills and fly over with ease. Muahahhaa. While going up, saw the security officer sleeping in the guard house. F**K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is the end of my special skate trip, one more thing.. more and more fatal accidents.. While on the bus to Serangoon, 'FATAL accident', then see the man flying away from the car poster. A few stops later, another one. All on the same Avenue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biang.. I wrote so much.. If anyone reads it, I bet he or she is gonna have a tough time. Continue some days later, ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-5023495949683747902?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5023495949683747902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=5023495949683747902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5023495949683747902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5023495949683747902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2010/05/tough-mysterious-unluck-one-of-kind.html' title='Tough, mysterious, unluck, one of a kind nightskate.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-2lR8VP5SI/AAAAAAAABe8/9x55DV9DxHk/s72-c/233327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-720743820319773929</id><published>2010-05-09T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T01:03:59.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Will be a brief one, I HOPE.. cause I really need some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days, not bad.. but totally no mood to study. Don't know why.. Maybe I am too impatient to wait for my exam week to be over. Cause there's many events and activities lining up! And.. I can't wait to know her..(Skip this part if you mind.. But you just read it..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, we had 2 english paper and SPA after it. Exhausted. Before SPA, I revised my chemistry calculations.. And it was a confusing period..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ar+Ar=Mr.. Mr=Molecular number? M is mass.. MolxMr=Mass Let concentration of NaOH be 1 mol.. 0.100x25.6/1000=? Purity, ?/6gx100=?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during SPA.. I got the correct answers.. I cancelled away everything.. and DID ANOTHER WRONG ONE. F... There goes good grade. And these skills are not required anymore.. Since this is the last SPA exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, finally, USPS updated me with *Arrived in Singapore at 10.25am*&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for it!&lt;br /&gt;My skates!&lt;br /&gt;Hope it'll be delivered to my house tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a Tee recently.. And it cost a bomb.. Just guess how much this bomb is..&lt;br /&gt;Hints..&lt;br /&gt;It have a steel logo tab..&lt;br /&gt;Many many dollar foils..&lt;br /&gt;And all over bold graphic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, wanna end it quick! I drew this out of inspiration. Gonna resume drawing I think. But today, seemed to screw up every drawing I started, making me think twice.. But I've decided to buy a Wacom tablet to expand the field of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468945516146911858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WY-KHm6nI/AAAAAAAABeM/dNiSWI5RTuA/s400/IMG_2325.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yawns.. alright. That'll be all, hope I will update tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-720743820319773929?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/720743820319773929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=720743820319773929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/720743820319773929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/720743820319773929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2010/05/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WY-KHm6nI/AAAAAAAABeM/dNiSWI5RTuA/s72-c/IMG_2325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-2808682806632867843</id><published>2010-05-03T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:21:12.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish there is no other people or soul on earth except for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know enough loneliness.. I know enough pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sufficient for me to walk my life alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances of me getting out of Singapore to study after O level is getting higher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new environment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-2808682806632867843?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2808682806632867843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=2808682806632867843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/2808682806632867843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/2808682806632867843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2010/05/lonely-world.html' title='Lonely world'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-9148541107426263762</id><published>2010-04-30T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:38:10.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last day of the week to prepare for another</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now.. some things really left me in a dilemma and set me thinking over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Really wanna like.. talk. Considering the facts.. My chances aren't really high. And I have a feeling.. history will repeat itself. And I am very afraid of it.. Because it's not something I think I can control.. Even if we are friends again.. It'll be hard to be like what we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to do some meditating on what's supposed for me to get angry for and what's not. Life's so hard recently, I have always been trying to look at myself from people's angle. I just can't figure out anything. Blank, my mind just turn blank. Even sometimes when I smile, am I just smiling for the sake to show people that I am happy or am I really happy? I don't even know. Really, I don't know. When can I see and learn more things about life, and be more mature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is like a mess, just like a completed jigsaw puzzle which just got destroyed. But I am trying my best to fix and place the pieces back together. Slowly, with time, patience and perseverance, I am sure that my life will turn out to be as beautiful as this jigsaw puzzle once was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465953108525499938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S9r3ZHCaxiI/AAAAAAAABbo/iOwmkYzjIL0/s400/IMG_2307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May will be over real soon. First week starts with a holiday, followed by 2 days of lesson and 2 days of exam. Then, the next week will be a 5 days exam, and holiday for two days for the 3rd week. 4th week, 4 days and it's a long summer vacation. I wished this june holiday will not be a slack-away, hope there will be delightful events lining up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends.. give me a chance if there's ever a day shining with fate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-9148541107426263762?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/9148541107426263762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=9148541107426263762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/9148541107426263762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/9148541107426263762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-day-of-week-to-prepare-for-another.html' title='The last day of the week to prepare for another'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S9r3ZHCaxiI/AAAAAAAABbo/iOwmkYzjIL0/s72-c/IMG_2307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-5380518334314232323</id><published>2010-04-29T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T23:09:50.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Updating..&lt;br /&gt;We had a pretty bad storm yesterday right..? Or the day before yesterday.. I forgot. Anyway, it's one of the worse storm in Singapore in all these years. The rain was like falling horizontally? Of course by looking at the current, and one solid proof. The corridor outside my house wasn't wet, but our door was. And the seats, benches, dustbin cover were all blown into the swimming pool. Epic, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell sick suddenly, as I think my class have 3 to 4 people having flu.. and worse, YingYing is having quite a serious flu and she's just sitting beside me during math lesson.. Now.. I spreaded the flu virus to my mum.. Sigh.. very tired. Typed a hell lot of errors. Day became they, course became cause. Now my brain is malfunctioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we had Napfa 3 stations today. Sit-up as usual, 58. SBJ 238cm. Better than last year's by 1cm and 11 pull-ups. Sick, so can't perform that good. Target, SBJ 250cm, pull-up 17. Mr Lim allow people to cheat, so even the weak boys can get a few more. So I have a even higher target!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a haircut today, the usual shop I always go to was closed, closed as in EOB. End Of Business. But there was 10 over hair salons there, with 2 newly opened. Can't decide as some shops really doesn't look like they will give you a nice haircut. Made up my mind to go into a small but well-decorated salon. Not gonna go so much into it.. As it's a open for public blog.. So, deleted a paragraph of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! Sick, but I am craving for LJS, KFC, PizzaHut.. Man.. And haven't got any mood to skate these few days. Probably due to the coming MYE. Pretty stressed out, on top of that, I am in a dilemma whether or not to sell my LV and Gucci bags which I love and are rare, and I only have buyers who are offering way below it's selling price. To fund my summer shopping spree and Ignite clothes or keep the two bags... Singapore Sales coming right up too right? Sigh.. Shall get a good night sleep to last the last day of this week tomorrow.. Need a break in life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, ZR sabotaged me by shouting to Mr Ong about my hair.&lt;br /&gt;ZR: Sorry la, play only mah.&lt;br /&gt;Rayson: Yeah, played my hair away.&lt;br /&gt;Rayson: Okay, I leave your shades at my condo park downstairs for 2 hours, after 2 hours, if it's still there, I give you okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't play or joke at other's expense or loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-5380518334314232323?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5380518334314232323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=5380518334314232323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5380518334314232323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5380518334314232323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2010/04/updating.html' title='Updating'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-8133722640497888120</id><published>2010-04-26T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T23:25:58.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>生活中，欲哭无泪的某一天。</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;从来有没有想过。。&lt;br /&gt;说的话，做的一切，开的玩笑。。&lt;br /&gt;会给人悲伤，给人难过，给那你朝着说笑话的人，带来心如刀割地感觉？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我终会有一些特别的对待，难道我跟其他的人类不一样吗？难道我不属于这个家吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好想活在另外一个的角度去看看我是个这么样的人。。那样才能看得出我问题出在哪里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还是别写这么多。。保持积极，往乐观的那方面去想。。&lt;br /&gt;明天一定会更好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-8133722640497888120?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8133722640497888120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=8133722640497888120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/8133722640497888120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/8133722640497888120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='生活中，欲哭无泪的某一天。'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-8191143313967945732</id><published>2010-04-22T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:39:51.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yozai Peopo!&lt;br /&gt;Howze yarall day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, that's how I would expect a Japanese who don't know how to speak english speaking english. Alright, so it's school today but it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the 2 periods of math. Time passed freaking fast as I was drilling pass the Vector questions. Thanks Shawn~! But I have a feeling I will forget the things again soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, P.E. Mr Lim did not come so we have spare time for flexible routine of revision and sports. Recess, had a waffle and started the 'last minute hug buddha leg' revision for Geog and SS. Absorb everything in about 5 minutes, just hope to get a pass for both tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE LESSON, I HAD THE MOST FUN. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lin was teaching all the way and 'silly people' quoted by Ms Goh, were joking with what teacher said and showed and I was one of them. But only I got called to sit beside Ms Goh to have a little chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. her 'shooting' starts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Goh: Do you know what Mr Lin is explaining to you about?&lt;br /&gt;Rayson: I know, talking about public transport.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Goh: Who doesn't know Mr Lin is talking about public transport. It's the types of topic that he is emphasizing on.&lt;br /&gt;Rayson:*Nod head*&lt;br /&gt;Ms Goh:*Load magazine*&lt;br /&gt;Ms Goh:*Pull firing bolt*&lt;br /&gt;Rayson:*OMG*&lt;br /&gt;Ms Goh:*Bang Bang, PangPangPangPangPang*&lt;br /&gt;Rayson:*-50 health*&lt;br /&gt;Ms Goh:*Reload*&lt;br /&gt;Ms Goh:*BangBangBangBang, Brrrrrrrrrrrr.*&lt;br /&gt;Ms Goh:*Final Ulti Nuclear*&lt;br /&gt;Rayson:*headshot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was still grinning when I left the seat. Scolded by her for the second time, first time sec 3. Her scolding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must use this emoticon.. Bloody sacarstic and piercing. Oh well, it doesn't hurt me as I am already immune to her words.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Mr Lin was asking whether who can tell him what's the age range for teenagers. I answered 7 to 9 years old. Gabriel said 3 to 9 months old. Rofl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the SS test and I went home immediately to prepare my uniform for parade. What makes me happy, was supposed to ask my mum to alter the other set of pants while I polish my boots. But, it seems that she had already altered it a few days ago, which is perfect in length and width. So no time was wasted, and I was happy. Reason being, I love wearing uniform. But since some losers stole my beret and switched my socks for a pair of dirty smelly one, I didn't like to wear it since then. So now, everything is quite solved. So.. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parade was fun, bullied by 8 girls from other UGs.. we joked about with Jerald and what's the name again.. Went home with ZR after everything. Well, it's the last parade for this year. No more. Thinking about it.. I think I will miss the time in NPCC. Although it's a really sucky CCA in Peicai, there are still moments which are fun and memorable. Sigh.. Secondary 4 preparing to take O' level in just a blink of the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我就在此停笔。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祝，&lt;br /&gt;开开心心。&lt;br /&gt;身体健康。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, alright!&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-8191143313967945732?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8191143313967945732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=8191143313967945732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/8191143313967945732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/8191143313967945732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2010/04/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-9167855521008295011</id><published>2010-04-22T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T01:22:29.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheels as fast as my racing mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna blog about today, though there's nothing much, it's quite an interesting day which reflects life with ups downs. Had lessons as usual. BinHao brought a screwdriver to school to fix his calculator. The thing that surprised me is the set of different screw heads he brought along. There's like, 5x8 or 9= 40 or 45 different kinds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, supposed to wait for BinHao as he said he'll probably stay back to play basketball. So while waiting, decided to play basketball awhile. In the end, did not get to play due to court-raiders and lack of teammates to create my own team for half court match. Called BinHao, and he told me his reaching home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sat and watch others play basketball and went home when the storm drew near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, slept for awhile till 7.. Wait.. I forgot whether I slept or not.. Never mind.. Watched 7pm show. Ate dinner and prepared for my night skate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boarded bus 76 to Serangoon. Started off Parry side. Tampines.. Lor Chuan.. Hougang.. Paya Lebar.. and more and more.. Eventually, got lost somehow and relied on my GPS. Through dark alleys, rough terrains.. Update the photos sometime later. Skated for whole 3-4 hours without long breaks, lastly, skated home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequences for skating so long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bag was drenched thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;Not enough H2O supply.&lt;br /&gt;And body aches..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for today I supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.. almost forgot that I need to add in these into the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from the sorry thing blahblahblah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to say sorry to my friends anymore. Because it happened so many times, the last time I said it, I was actually quite surprised that he didn't mind. It was like, we kept quarreling, and the sorry just goes on and they just forget about it times over. They don't mind, but I felt a hint of guilty. I know it can't go on like this, but I don't know what to do. Eventually, things turned out 'settled', and this way, there will be no more quarrels, apologies and&lt;br /&gt;unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I remembered clearly that I have made plans, plans like changing, the 'nice guy' plan.&lt;br /&gt;Plan worked, for a few months and it eventually became bullshit again. Now, I thought of just being who I am, myself. And let changes come naturally. I believe, changes manually set by yourself to change who you are won't give you happiness, and the main thing, it won't work out to blend in your characteristics and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just if..&lt;br /&gt;People, if I have been an eyesore or irritant, just bear with it for a few months more. Meantime, I will try to keep away. Worry not, I won't try anything funny like finding trouble or talking crap behind anyone. Sorry for being an 'eyesoritant', I didn't want it this way either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Signing off!&lt;br /&gt;Chamagara.. I don't feel like going to school tomorrow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-9167855521008295011?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/9167855521008295011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=9167855521008295011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/9167855521008295011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/9167855521008295011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2010/04/wheels-as-fast-as-my-racing-mind.html' title='Wheels as fast as my racing mind'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-5104340662855268683</id><published>2010-04-20T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:59:02.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Post I wish to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, came here to update about my blog and life. Life is pretty great for me, how about yours? Guess I should start blogging now, this is a rather special post to me so I shall not rush it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll still start with yesterday's incidents, cause Billy arrived! Check him out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462204439251178546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S82l_1wg1DI/AAAAAAAABaA/lbU5MQA_hp4/s400/IMG_2236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462204448333251554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S82mAXl2Q-I/AAAAAAAABaI/5NKuPspLMd4/s400/IMG_2237.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Isn't it sexy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'll just keep it first, still a newbie in aggressive skating.. Will start training perhaps in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know.. we had a pretty bad storm yesterday afternoon. Kaegon was so scared of the thunder that he kept barking.. So I carried him and left him on the coffee table..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462204457644095426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S82mA6Rud8I/AAAAAAAABaQ/zleRMlqgjjI/s400/IMG_2246.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Now.. He's afraid of the height.. Yeah.. I know it's a coffee table.. Anyway, isn't he cute?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all for yesterday I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.. Today.. Erm.. Okay. School is as always.. not bad.. Academically, I completed 1 chinese compo and 1 letter writing during the time frame. And only Wen Jun and I completed the maths ws teacher gave us for recovery! Something to be proud of..! Okay.. maybe not too much.&lt;br /&gt;Went home after staying awhile at the basketball court. On the way to the bus-stop, met 'small kid'. He/She told me about something. And when we parted, I kept pondering, and I suddenly realised something. Something which I don't even really know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I felt happy with my choices, my believes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we did letter writing and compo for chinese. One of the compo topic is on 'What ways do you have to keep your friendships alive?' I wrote on it, and my answer to it was not something positive. I don't think, that friendship should be 'maintained'. If both parties have about the same interests and character, they click, then let the friendship flow. Why think of ways to save a friendship when met with obstacles? You're just making the both of you unhappy, if anything bad again happen afterwards. I believe, between friendship, there must be trust. If not, I think the relationship between you and the other party is just mere classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You treat your friends like brothers or sisters, the best friend, the bff. But you must know the cold hard fact that in this world, some don't even acknowledge you as a friend, not to even mention anything more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I relate friendship to relationship, If you had happiness and beautiful memories with the other party once before. That's enough for you to keep, as no good things last forever. Just look it at a different angle, you'll get it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for what I found out about myself today, I won't save a friendship by saying sorry if it's not my fault anymore. I realised, whenever I have a bicker with my friends, I will always be the first to give in. Things never just happen with 1 person or 1 object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes two to clap, a spark to create a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter much anymore, we will still walk our paths, take on our journeys. But I will carry the memories, the thick and thin we went through, the fun we had, the bond we shared, the pranks and silly things we played. It'll all be here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this webpage named&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfaded-moments.blogspot.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-5104340662855268683?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5104340662855268683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=5104340662855268683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5104340662855268683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5104340662855268683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2010/04/post-i-wish-to-remember.html' title='The Post I wish to remember'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S82l_1wg1DI/AAAAAAAABaA/lbU5MQA_hp4/s72-c/IMG_2236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-3709405515792824260</id><published>2010-04-07T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T00:19:18.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changi Skating</title><content type='html'>Okay.. to summarise the post before this, Malaysia trip was simply awesome, with the fun and crazy forfeits. Videos are yet to be uploaded. But it will be soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today... School was fine, had Spa.. screwed up the graph.. Sigh.. Over already... So just have to rely on luck. After school, played soccer for awhile. The weather was superbly hot, that my whole body is still steaming now because of the slight burn. Went home first, took a nap and got woken up by my dog's bark. Thanks to him, my skating with Sherman was saved. Prepared and rushed down to his house. Skated to Serangoon Garden, and to Hougang then Tampines. Since time wasn't on our side, we had to take bus to Changi Airport. Talked alot for the long ride, and reached Changi Airport at about 7pm. Sherman bought a pencil box for 'yellow' and we went to look at Lego. Got one that I like! And it's at a reasonable price.. Heheh, gonna save money and visit there again. Walked around finding stuff to eat, but Terminal 3 is pretty empty.. too vacant with the vast amount of space.. Took MRT to Paya Lebar, and took a bus home from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, today was awesome! Skating and shopping, mix a bit of everything together, it did turn out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. gonna talk about a rare species of pig. This pig, have a standard sleeping hour like any other people. And, she goes to school, taking some naps during some lessons. And when she got home, she will usually take an afternoon nap which will last all the way till evening or night. Have her dinner, and go back to sleep until the next morning.. How the hell she do it.. I don't know.. I can't even fall back to sleep after a short afternoon nap.. And this pig can sleep for almost one full day. Amazing feat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-3709405515792824260?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3709405515792824260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=3709405515792824260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/3709405515792824260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/3709405515792824260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2010/04/changi-skating.html' title='Changi Skating'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-2756813813834704834</id><published>2010-03-17T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:47:12.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skating, Malaysia Trip and skating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yoz peepos, I am gonna blog! Witness it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, well, it was the last paper to us as chinese doesn't really matters alot. Played basketball for awhile at Serangoon basketball court. Persuaded Myo and Jinfa out to watch movie, failed of course. Not gonna attempt it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, prepared and went to AMK to get a haircut. After that, travelled to Raffles Place and walked to Ann Siang. Walked the wrong direction and ended up taking a cab. Bought my FPxStussy shirt and walked back to MRT. Reached home, rushed out without having dinner to meet Sherman for skating. Took a cab, uncle drove the wrong way, but deducted some dollars off the meter. Went to skate shop to have Sherman's skates modified, then travelled down Lor Ah Soo direction. Fell once, and after Sherman left, skated home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, mood wasn't really good. Teacher put me in the same room as Noven and Clausen. Plus some minor ups and downs. Got home myself took a short nap. Woke up, ate dinner and skated around AMK myself. Reached home, packed my laguage for Malaysia trip and hit the sacks at 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 of Malaysia trip.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5am to go to school. Reached Bin's flat, but he wasn't down yet. He was late, but we got to school on time. And that doesn't matter till.. a clown tried to be funny and came at 7 plus. Clausen...! So the 2 whole bus of 74 people were waiting for him. Got to Kuantan by early afternoon and had our lunch there. After lunch, had a boat ride to Orang Asli settlement. Boat ride was unstably thrilling. Tried the blow darts and gave tips to the people there before we leave. Oh yes, before the boat ride, people were looking frantically for toilet. Unluckily.. There's only a small toilet. So the boys have to find a spot in the jungle to relieve ourselves. While the girls of course have the privilege to use the toilet.. While in the jungle, not only did we empty our bladder, but also donated some blood to the mosquitoes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, went for dinner then to our hotel. 4 stars! I supposed judging from the bed and food. Short of a bed, so we had to join beds and let Clausen sleep in the middle to rape me. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-2756813813834704834?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2756813813834704834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=2756813813834704834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/2756813813834704834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/2756813813834704834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2010/03/skating-malaysia-trip-and-skating.html' title='skating, Malaysia Trip and skating'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-5960818628745632636</id><published>2010-03-03T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T23:16:39.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing with two kids..</title><content type='html'>Alright! I decided to blog so that I will not see a void in my March Archive in the future! Gonna talk about today first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is as boring as ever, but there seems to be some events today.. Let's see.. Some guy who likes staring at everyone and get into troubles, find trouble with CK. No one even bothers to remember his name I think.. CK worried too much.. Even called the back up come! So, that guy who was staring and pointing at us 2 lessons ago, denied that he did two lessons later after being comfronted.. Sigh.. Lame.. So I guess the matter was settled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Before that, I sneaked out of the classroom to find CK, CK got the pass but I did not, so I intended to sneak back. Who knows, when I was sneaking in from the back door, it shut me out with a pretty smooth bang, and boomzxc of laughters came from inside the classroom. So, I was denied from going back to class for an hour. During that period, I pondered, is laughing at someone's problem, trouble or misfortune a way to have fun? You never know how much you will hurt someone by doing that. Walked around the school, ended up in the canteen with Bayden, sat on a chair with birdshit.. and yes, during recess.. Catherine tore my shirt.. great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went Ann Siang Fred Perry with Myo and Jirayu. FredPerry x Stussy arrived, woohoo! But I did not buy.. after comparing the price.. Buying on the net is way way cheaper that in Singapore. Proceeded to Orchard, looked into Nike stuffs, and while looking at Phiten.. The model I want cost 360.. which is like 'not worth it'. So did not buy. Bought a citron color T from Fred Perry. Lol.. I guess the color is really too bright.. Had lunch at KFC, and shopped around Orchard. Jirayu and Myo.. NEVER EVER go out with them if you can't stand people walking very slowly.. Seriously! They walk even slower than females, then whenever I tell them to walk faster, they went to blame each other, then start to quarrel and play with each other.. So I will have to settle them down and chase after them with my claws. Irritating idiots.. Myo ended up buying a shirt and a pair of pants. Trust me, you don't wanna know how long it took him to consider whether or not to buy the apparrels. But the process is hilarious I would say. We gave him a size XL shirt, he just tried it without knowing, and let us see. ROFL, even the shop assistant laughed. Sigh.. I got such cute friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I am sleeping early! Father just came back from a 'sleeping' course and told me that during 11pm-1am, is the most important sleeping hours. So if you want an overnight, just sleep from 11pm-1am! Loggggging off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-5960818628745632636?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5960818628745632636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=5960818628745632636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5960818628745632636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5960818628745632636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2010/03/outing-with-two-kids.html' title='Outing with two kids..'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-5002945821073001454</id><published>2010-02-13T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T13:28:30.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Valentine Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yo..! Long time no see! Will just get on with my blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I did alot of good things! First, I saved 4 students from teacher calling their parents! Then, Sherman, Jinfa and I helped a man pick up his oranges! Lastly, I helped a woman carrying alot of things press for the lift! Wahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, day was quite fast although lessons ended at 2. Played basketball and went home.. The weather is really very hot.. Wonder what's with Singapore.. Then later went out to collect my clothes at Bangkit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Yio Chu Kang MRT- ^^&lt;br /&gt;At Yishun MRT- ^_^&lt;br /&gt;At Choa Chu Kang MRT- O_O&lt;br /&gt;At Bangkit LRT- O_-&lt;br /&gt;Back to Choa Chu Kang Mrt- -_-&lt;br /&gt;Going to reach Yio Chu Kang- ^_O&lt;br /&gt;Received a call from mum, 'Eh! Having dinner at Orchard!&lt;br /&gt;At Orchard MRT- Train broke down. -__-&lt;br /&gt;At Somerset MRT- minus 2 dollar for overstay. -________-&lt;br /&gt;Walked to cineleisure from Somerset, mum said we'll be having dinner at Somerset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being 'busy' that day and canteen was closed, I only had breakfast. So when we reached Orchard Central and settled down in a Japanese restaurant, I ate 4 bowls of rice, 3 piece of fish, salad, sashimi and blahblahblah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Kaegon.. He was recently SHAVED by a man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437592308322510370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S3Y1ZRL1piI/AAAAAAAABVs/ELU2nkdZFbs/s400/IMG_1804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437592324428788962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S3Y1aNL39OI/AAAAAAAABV0/lUHi_kKwrPQ/s400/IMG_1810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437592326115007202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S3Y1aTd5muI/AAAAAAAABV8/1vEVBuG4gco/s400/IMG_1821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When I first saw him after he was shaved.. I thought why is there a deer jumping around in my house. Then I realised it's Kaegon.. EPIC larh.. But his still my cute little devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JunJie! Your souvenir!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437595206274860562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S3Y4B85hRhI/AAAAAAAABWE/g3BBX94TePw/s400/IMG_1762.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Going to prepare for reunion dinner! Happy Chinese Valentine Day everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-5002945821073001454?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5002945821073001454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=5002945821073001454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5002945821073001454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5002945821073001454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-valentine-day.html' title='Chinese Valentine Day'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S3Y1ZRL1piI/AAAAAAAABVs/ELU2nkdZFbs/s72-c/IMG_1804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-1445776117733729619</id><published>2010-01-08T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:26:07.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCA Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry for not blogging! These days were really busy. Let's start..&lt;br /&gt;Can't really remember the past few days, so will just blog about those incidents I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;So.. Dad drove the wrong way thrice in a row while fetching Jinfa for three mornings.&lt;br /&gt;And dad's driving skill is awesome.. He need to U-turn, but there's a van in the way with the on-going traffic. He maneuvered against the cars and U-turn around the van. Super cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, I was put in-charge for CCA orientation unknowningly. So gotta plan. That's what keeping me busy all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, lessons were still okay, the recess basketball with the basketballers were awesome. After school, rushed whatever undone to my planning. Managed everything in time, NPCC crest, tripod frame holder, sweets, flag pole, tent, banners, pioneering and etc. So everything was a success! Special thanks to Sherman, ChengTat, Elaine and Jinfa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to mac with Jinfa, Myo and Jirayu. Crapped, and talked alot about future. Homed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still gonna have NPCC 8am tomorrow. Got to go guys!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! Take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-1445776117733729619?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1445776117733729619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=1445776117733729619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/1445776117733729619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/1445776117733729619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2010/01/cca-orientation.html' title='CCA Orientation'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-4015471375403574756</id><published>2010-01-04T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:39:07.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of the last year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So... Today was the first day of school!&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up at 5.20.. Or basically.. I did not sleep at all..&lt;br /&gt;And when mum switch off the air-con, I went outside to the living room corridor and stood there. Then when mum came out of the toilet, she got scared by me and went 'BuaAAaah'.&lt;br /&gt;Kaegon is sure an early riser. I go sayang him he already jogging and jumping inside his area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO cute. ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slack around.. Watched Rugrats and Ben 10 Alien Force.. Then went to school in dad's car with the stupid rain.. Reached school, went to the other side of the school which is not lighted alone. But when I realised I was all by myself, I was already at the other end of the school. So what I meant was it's creepy la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.. After school, played basketball. Then went home with Jinfa. Oh yes, everybody is so into 海派甜心. Talking about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the newest episode which is 10 today.. So I started the episode with a cup noodle..&lt;br /&gt;And I drank finish the soup, but I refilled it.. WITH MY TEARS. It's not the first time I cried watching a show larh, but it's the first time I choked on my breath while crying. So you should know how touching the scene is. But I doubt it's gonna end soon. Jinfa was right, moli (lol) really did come in to the show again. Hais.. gotta wait for the next episode to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.. haven't plan for my NPCC.. Sigh.. Will blog tomorrow I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-4015471375403574756?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4015471375403574756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=4015471375403574756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4015471375403574756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4015471375403574756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-of-last-year.html' title='First day of the last year'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-5102234608405316592</id><published>2010-01-03T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:28:05.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of boredom I guess..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I got a last minute haircut today so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very short!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. At home.. Out of boredom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How common is your name?&lt;br /&gt;Searched from facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Gua-About 14 results (haha)&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng-About 753 Results (...)&lt;br /&gt;Rayson-About 2,500 results (Yeah~ My name not so common)&lt;br /&gt;Sherman-About 63,000 results&lt;br /&gt;Antje-About 11,000 results&lt;br /&gt;Victoria-About 680,000 results&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin-About 1.4 million results (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;Mary-About 1.7 million results (LMAO)&lt;br /&gt;Tom- About 2.5 million results (ROFL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. that's about it. Chinese names are cheaters.. so I did not use any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.. I am not looking forward to school reopening like the other past few years. Think it's because of O level. I think everyone will be like studying and ignoring playtime. That's what I hate about major exams. Well.. I haven't try studying for real before. And I don't want to.. Because I don't like..! Well, will just try to do well for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about sums it up for today's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao people!&lt;br /&gt;See you classmates tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-5102234608405316592?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5102234608405316592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=5102234608405316592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5102234608405316592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5102234608405316592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2010/01/out-of-boredom-i-guess.html' title='Out of boredom I guess..'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-1181962289475036211</id><published>2010-01-02T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:37:37.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post of the year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yo okay, I will just get on with my typing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Just gonna briefly write out what's going on recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First! I started watching Coffee Prince a few days ago.. Well.. found the dvd inside the drawer. Nothing to do, just open it and watch. Haven't even finish watching the show, someone introduced me to watch 海派甜心!! And guess who? Jinfa! HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422166482649742626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sz9nsCdd_SI/AAAAAAAABVk/sAoA96EIvZk/s400/luozhixiang_5fa2c1c6-11a0-42b7-8b0a-c9d8183fc17b.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Show Luo is damn cute... or should I use funny.. I am not gay okay.. I puked when I first saw his face in episode one.. Haha! And not forgetting Rainie Yang! But I think I 'diao' when I see her in the show.. Cause he hit Show 800 times a day.. Oh well just watch it. But I don't think I will continue to watch it as Show changed after the fourth episode.. which makes the show not so interesting anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, a few more intros!&lt;br /&gt;向日葵的约定&lt;br /&gt;春去春又回&lt;br /&gt;春去春又回 is a cheena show larh, but it's very nice.. well.. to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went shopping with Jinfa. First, I waited for him at AMK MRT platform for 35mins! And I told him I at the first cabin there. He came up the escalator, not only did he not see me, he turned left and walk away from the first cabin area! Wah, so we made the journey towards Raffles Place in different cabins. Then walked to FredPerry Laurel Shop... First day of the year.. Did not open.. And we walked from Raffles Place to Chinatown just to see a piece of paper saying 'We'll be open on the 2/1/2010'. So Rayson being 爽快and Jinfa being ‘爽快’, we took a taxi to continue our shopping at Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ion is boring shit.. It practically sucks when you need to find a particular shop, and sucks even more when you got alot of time to walk around, but you end up at the same place or somewhere far from any exit. Brr.. So Jinfa and I quickly exit it.. Walked to Wisma Isetan, Paul Smith, no size. Agnes.B, no size.. Sian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceed to Cineleisure to fill someone's stomach as I think I cannot shop in peace with his endless ‘我肚子很饿！！' Had KFC, oh hoho, my first time trying Original 2 piece chicken. Taste like Ba Ku Teh okay! After our chicky meal, we went to buy tickets for Old Dogs. Then shopping! I realised I bought one thing from every shop on the 3rd level, only when Jinfa told me.. and well, except FredPerry la.. My trust is them is now wavering~~!!! Cause FP cheat my feelings alot of time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, walked around Orchard while waiting for the movie. Shopped at Heeren, I didn't buy anything, but making Jinfa try on shirts feels so good!!! Hehe, when he do his CNY shopping, I want to follow! But he and the other anonymous guy quite cute, they like the same shirt with the Teddy Bear on it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to the new shopping centre beside cine.. Don't know what it's called. So, the shops inside, boring, the sofa inside, shiok ah! I promise, if there weren't anyone walking around, I would have dozed off on the sofa.. Eventually, Jinfa was sitting on the bamboo bench infront of me, but I invited him to ly down with me on the sofa! See.. I so good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to cine to have frolick with Jinfa. I would have to make a refund if he said it doesn't taste nice.. So luckily, it's a just pass as his taste buds are quite picky~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old dogs, quite nice show, the end. Walked back to Orchard MRT and home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for the 2009 eoy review..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straightforward, I think I am still a tyrant for the year 2009. Get angry, and let people be afraid of me, abusing the power of violence, expect people to respect me. And more I guess. Quarrels, especially nonsensical ones with best friends. I still remember, fought with Jinfa over a piece of bread to fill my stomach. Roar at ZawMyo for leaving the basketball game. And yes again, many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to these good buddies,&lt;br /&gt;with their patience and tolerance,&lt;br /&gt;letting me arrogantly get over their head over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for me to change for the better with 'public reprimands'.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the guidance for me to be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that above thing is for my Jinfa and ZawMyo!&lt;br /&gt;year 2009, definitely let me learnt alot, hypocrites, learning how to ignore them. Getting to know who is friend, who isn't. Many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, I will make 2010 the best of the four years in Peicai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending.. alright, I watched abit more of Hi My SweetHeart aka hai pai tian xin while waiting for Jinfa to blog. Hilarious shit.. finally got to the episode on the raw egg part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply to Jinfa's post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALAO, YOU SAY I EAT YOGHURT LOOK AT GIRLS, I BUY THE YOGHURT STRAIGHT AWAY GO FOOD COURT AND SIT LEHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sick freak.. you chi ko peh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:P&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/7111114345871967938-1181962289475036211?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1181962289475036211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=1181962289475036211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/1181962289475036211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/1181962289475036211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-post-of-year.html' title='First post of the year.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sz9nsCdd_SI/AAAAAAAABVk/sAoA96EIvZk/s72-c/luozhixiang_5fa2c1c6-11a0-42b7-8b0a-c9d8183fc17b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-1291563962728356576</id><published>2009-12-20T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:12:30.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sy5D_U9D4rI/AAAAAAAABVc/-nWHKPCFvq4/s1600-h/IMG_1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417342157008921266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sy5D_U9D4rI/AAAAAAAABVc/-nWHKPCFvq4/s400/IMG_1433.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello! Well.. I guess there's no on there to read this bog anymore. Oh well.. doesn't matter. Came to update my 'memories case' so that I won't see a blank in the Dec 2009 archive next time.. So yeah.. I guess pretty much happened during this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a dog named Kaegon by me.&lt;br /&gt;Took up what I wanted most..&lt;br /&gt;And went to Cambodia..&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Cambodia.. Shit.. did not blog about it.. Maybe January.. Heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, talk about something I actually wanted to post in the previous one, but can't seem to upload a picture.. So here it is, a picture of Kaegon! Jinfa said it is beautiful.. So I decided to post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, let's start from the very first thought of mine to getting a dog. Actually, I was actually gonna get a rather dominant dog, like the Beagle.. But alright.. spare a thought for mum, so let her chose a dog that she wants.. But I did not research on Pomeranian, which is Kaegon. Oh well, mum doesn't want big dog, and one that doesn't 'drop hair'. So, when I got home with Kaegon, I immediately went to check on the web on Pomeranian. HAHA, it's a heavy shedder.. Too bad for my mum, she'll have to put up with the tiny hair flying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First few days, Kaegon was okay, no obsessive barking, learnt paper train in a day, learnt to obey command in just one training. A very good dog. But due to mum convenience, she kinda messed up Kaegon's paper trained. So it began to pee anywhere it like.. Not even that, it started to bark terribly. Quite a few night we can't get to sleep early. It was like barking 24/7. Well.. I pampered it too much I guess.. But after a few days of disciplining, it became really 'guai'! Woohoo~ But still confused on where to pee pee.. Still, he's getting it slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, dad brought him Pierce Reservoir to 'gai gai'. Lol, it was scared for idk what reason. That it laid on the ground refusing to move. So dad had to pick him up. But when he was going home, chiong ah chiong ah chiong.. Lol, that was what dad told us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be getting some more pets.. Well.. my objective is to condition myself, before I get a girlfriend! Lol, it's actually to socialise better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from what I have learned from having pets so far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Love! is unconditional..&lt;br /&gt;Because you love the dog, the dog keep pissing you off with the 'anyhow pee technique', but you still need to be calm and not use your 'dragon 18 palms technique?' but use the 'wiping technique' to wipe off the pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Love! Neglects..&lt;br /&gt;I love my dog, that I neglected my hermies.. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Responsibility! needs discipline..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Discipline! is everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Getting angry and worried,&lt;br /&gt;gets you no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, played basketball with Jinfa at his HDB area. Then, this guy flared up because he was unhappy with us like how I will last time if I am pissed with something. If I was that Rayson 2 months ago, I don't know what will happen to him.. seriously.. I realised I was such a spoiler last time.. Now I know, getting angry and violent makes you lose more than meets the eye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arh, sorry abrupt ending! One last thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you Jinfa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what it's for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-1291563962728356576?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1291563962728356576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=1291563962728356576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/1291563962728356576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/1291563962728356576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sy5D_U9D4rI/AAAAAAAABVc/-nWHKPCFvq4/s72-c/IMG_1433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-4228354331209950797</id><published>2009-11-30T03:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T03:42:05.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okayokay, so....&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;Okay, shall update..&lt;br /&gt;Erh..&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yesterday, after playing basketball with Jinfa, I went to have dinner with my family. Gosh, when I reached there, I know why my parents brought us there. And they admitted that they came out to shop or dine with Ho family alot of times! Without bringing us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the restaurant, everyone has their own steamboat.. and, you can snack on the 'flower' before the food come. And the 'food', I don't know how to say.. the serving is damn big.. But I finished 2 servings. Lol, did not snap the moment down as I did not bring my camera. So, that's all! I wanna bring M4gics go someday. But it's 30 bucks per person.. they got money I don't have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically.. my holiday, is wasted again.. First, my sleeping time starts from only 3am+ and will only wake up at 3pm+. I wanna change, but hard.. But I have schedules for myself.&lt;br /&gt;9am wake up do vertical exercise plus abdominal.&lt;br /&gt;3pm do vertical exercise plus abdominal.&lt;br /&gt;9pm do vertical exercise plus abdominal.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. that's that..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a rountine of one day basketball, one day swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about something interesting.. And let the subject be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaegon!&lt;br /&gt;*applause*&lt;br /&gt;EH, CAN'T POST PICTURES AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Sians..&lt;br /&gt;Next time people. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;Night~&lt;br /&gt;Kaegon, wave goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-4228354331209950797?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4228354331209950797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=4228354331209950797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4228354331209950797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4228354331209950797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/11/bloggin.html' title='Bloggin...'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-3031723160433156294</id><published>2009-11-17T23:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:16:03.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well.. sorry for not keeping my blog up to date..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog about Cambodia some other time.. Although it's already a long time ago.. I still wanna blog about it, meaningful, about Mr Low, and my wallet, that ChowChow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. just gonna update.. since..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405093628269667010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SwLABHq9osI/AAAAAAAABUM/SF1vWkigQ60/s320/IMG_1217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's it.. I got back from Cambodia with the everyday every meal with eggs, and the next day, mum cooked this plate of eggs for me for lunch.. But I still finished it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405094297657627874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SwLAoFVfVOI/AAAAAAAABUU/GIFQ6SM5jgQ/s320/IMG_1218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But.. I got this as a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.. forgot to post the photos for the last post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. the last Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;it was cousin ShiQi.. erm.. Pre-wedding buffet? Haha, haven't contact with the maternal side for awhile. So, awkward.. yeah.. Ate while standing as the house was crowded.. But when the crowd cleared, I took some food and settled down in the kitchen, with half-full bottle of red wine all to myself. But later, cousins came in and emptied it. So they opened another bottle of red wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I got sleepy from the wine, not drowsy. So I went into the nearest room and took a nap. Shiok.. Heheh.. Nothing to do there either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, had dinner and Sinni went home with us to look at Kaegon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Sinni is quite something at teaching dogs. I taught my a few basics only, she taught him turn and more. At least I get a better idea on how to teach my dog. But, since she came, our dog 'un-learned' paper train! Which made mum quite unhappy. Don't know the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it, I forgot. Our dog's microchip number struck lottery first price.. too bad they did not buy the number. And our family or my father has particularly weird infinity with 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our home, 6 floor, 06-06.&lt;br /&gt;Dad's phone number, 9666X6X6&lt;br /&gt;Doggy's microchip, 6606&lt;br /&gt;and there's more.. can't remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went for POP, got myself wet from the water bombs, and played basketball with friends.. Simple as that.. Oh ya.. not that simple.. before POP start, we went into the AVA room to put our things, and the medals were already presented on the table. While Jinfa was talking infront, I threw the ball at him. He caught it, and I threw again, this time, he just looked at it, then when he's gonna catch it, the ball bounced off his calculated course and hit the table. 2 medals dropped on the floor, 1 broke and the other scratched. So we were very anxious about it. We were frantically asking around for super glue or any adhesives. Then, HowSeng searched the floor and found some bluetacks. Well.. Better than nothing, so I 'tack' the broken plastic pieces together.. Later, Mr Lin went to inspect the medals before the ceremony starts. My heart was going like.. BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAM at a very fast rate okay.. While Jinfa's back was facing towards the medals and I was peeping infront of him from his side. Mr Lin whispered to the other teachers about it, and they did nothing! And luckily.. the sirs and mdms never come.. Omg.. Heng Arh, Heng Arh. We were expecting some punishments okay.. Some serious punishments.. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405106622341113346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SwLL1eXA5gI/AAAAAAAABUc/v1dcItqw9BE/s320/16112009%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;This was how I dried my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, bathed for Kaegon, and revised with him what he had learned. And... taught him leaping and jumping.. turns out.. he learned how to housebreak.. When I was having my dinner after leaving him in his own area, he came running to me and sat in front of the coffee table, wagging his tail. I carried him back, then he came again.. Sheesh.. At least he can jump..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god! After bathing and grooming Kaegon, his fur is so beautiful okay! Had a very nice glow and natural look. But the process is tough for me.. Everything took about 45 minutes to bathe, dry, groom and clean him okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But later, he peed on the floor, when I was going to clean it.. he sat on it.. No choice.. Cleaned his bottom again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dLDl-41BlZA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dLDl-41BlZA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hoho, I so wanna kick ass in L4D 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH, I love Jinfa's postings! Hilarious shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-3031723160433156294?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3031723160433156294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=3031723160433156294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/3031723160433156294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/3031723160433156294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/11/hehe.html' title='Hehe..'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SwLABHq9osI/AAAAAAAABUM/SF1vWkigQ60/s72-c/IMG_1217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-2904953961058603538</id><published>2009-11-11T18:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:00:48.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My days after Cambodia first please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So.. about the day after I came back from Cambodia... I ate my lunch and went out to view pets. The pet shop was at somewhere so ulu can.. My dad drove around the whole Pasir Ris just to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we went to Farmway 1, which is the wrong address, but there's a pet shop there. So, we went into the Pet's Mart first. Saw a 2 Great Danes in a glance. Then one of the Great Danes fought with a Bulldog. Mum zoomed to the back of the nearest person she can find. Funny larh.. And the Great Danes.. Omg.. I think it's even bigger than Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why we can't locate Farmway 2... The signboard was facing towards the other way when we exit CTE, so yeah.. my dad just drove left..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't manage to get a dog as we were still discussing. Then we went to have supper at CHOMP CHOMP?? I think I spelled it correctly.. Familiar.. But it's my FIRST time there.. Need to wait so long to get a seat, well the wait is worth the food there. And their Lime or Sugar Cane juice, hell big for only 1.50 dollars.. and it's their SMALLEST..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, let me tell about an exchange between my brother and dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad(Who always wander around when we are having dinner or etc): Eh, just now I saw someone like KorKor eating Ice-Cream, but couldn't be what, where go so fast run to Ice-Cream shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Aiya, your eye tak stamp la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Really really, don't believe, I got video, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family: HUH. Video?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: yaya, I video him let you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Walan, you kan gong ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think that my dad is so cute to stand in front of a stranger and video him.. And that video turns out to be unrecorded... Hais.. then later, we found out that he really had been wandering around. He went to every desert house at Serangoon Garden to try their deserts.. And commented that the shop assistants were hot. Die liao, we move house he'll surely visit there everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After supper, we went to take a look at our new house. Well, a few weeks before, it was just a piece of land, but now, it's halfway done! Hope I can move into it soon. So convenient can, next time when I am waiting for bus, I can wait at home! Cause the bus-stop is just right outside my gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, slept for the whole day but wake up just to have lunch and dinner.. Been considering whether to get a dog and if yes, which breed to get. So yeah, my mum didn't get any peace that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, still considering in the morning, but when Dad came home, my parents took a nap, and we went to Pasir Ris Farmway 2 to view dogs again! Why Pasir Ris Farmway 2? Because there's about 20 pet shops there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Erricson's Pet Shop first, Omg, the dogs there, cute and beautiful. Saw 2 Pomeranian puppies, fighting. So cute can! Like Polar bear cubs scratching each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to every of the Pet Shops there, finally saw one suitable for my family. Well, I know every breed of dogs, but unlucky, not Pomeranian. So without much hesitation, mum says she take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Tadahh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402859463575942370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SvrQDnnNNOI/AAAAAAAABTs/XgQsOh1Z3mY/s400/IMG_1224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A Pomeranian Spitz! It was scared of car ride, so it was panicking, but my mum held it firm, so my mum being a doggyphobiaist( I created it specially for people who are veli beri very scared of dogs), can do it better than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, it sped around like a bullet, so my bro threw him the bone and it started nibbling it at a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, woke up and went to see Kaegon. Oh yes, Kaegon was the name I gave to him. As he's a male and Sable color, I ought to give him something bold and sharp. So I thought of Kae, which is sharp and polished, and a dragon's gon. Which stands for courage.&lt;br /&gt;If you find it weird, okay.. it's my way of giving names, like Michy and Cheeria! Talk about them later. So, Kaegon was wagging his tail, standing with his ears lowered, that means he want sayang. Lol, cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left home to Johor to shop for the necessities for the dog. Before that, went to our usual Korean restaurant. Omg, super miss my Korea cuisine. Haven't ate it because I am really busy okay! After lunch, walked to the Pet Shop there. Well, the shop keeper was someone who's very experienced and good with dogs. Very good person! Heheh, we are so jealous of Kaegon, we bought him a sofa-bed okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to shop at Giant, don't wanna talk about the price, I bought many things so the receipt is BOOMZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, had training lessson with Kaegon and brought him down to have his walk. Going to bathe him tomorrow morning, so I can let him roam in the house without mum nagging at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my crabbies. Gonna fetch them back from Michelle tomorrow morning! Hope they have grown a little since I last saw them! Alright, post about Cambodia tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gNQOhCyehr8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gNQOhCyehr8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/7111114345871967938-2904953961058603538?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2904953961058603538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=2904953961058603538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/2904953961058603538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/2904953961058603538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-days-after-cambodia-first-please.html' title='My days after Cambodia first please.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SvrQDnnNNOI/AAAAAAAABTs/XgQsOh1Z3mY/s72-c/IMG_1224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-4335672541074012695</id><published>2009-10-27T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:46:27.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My computer is a female.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not posting! My computer crashed yesterday. And it's working now. Guess it's having her period.. Well, shall start from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, school was great as exams are over and there won't be any lessons. And during the extra lesson, we laughed throughout, even after that, till 5pm. Everything were so hilarious yesterday, shooting posture, accidents, and breakage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall tell you all some. Clausen was going after the basketball. He did not stop after stopping the ball, and crashed into a pole. We thought we saw his hands holding the pole away from his face, but he landed flat on the ground facing the sky. We laughed darn loud and his nose started to bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I was crossing people with the basketball, and I think I accidentally lose control of the ball, the ball rolled slowly towards a bench, knock it and the metal below it dropped with a 'clank'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that I had never laughed like this before. Jaw hurts and started to get a slight headache after that. Rushing home, I prepared and father fetched my mum and I to school to attend the Cambodia trip meeting from 6-7.30pm. Later, we went to J8 by 55. The bus driver is really irritating. He stepped on the gear ONLY when there's no power to keep the bus moving, so it moved like.. BRRrrrr... BRRrrrr... BRRrrrr... That means, it's also going at a very slow rate. Now I know why there's another 55 behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishan doesn't have any shop to clean my Gucci bag. So mum and I took a bus to Thomson. Reached there, doesn't have a place to clean my bag too. So, left home with mum. On the way... We saw 855. And it's driving away, so 2 aunties and my mum started running for it, while I walked slightly faster, still enjoying my bacon and cheese bread. Mum was first! She boarded the bus first, and I boarded the bus last. Conclusion, I won in not becoming a kiasu and kiasi Singaporean, and being the most modest among them. Walao, they ran like fighting chickens, mum was first, imagine that.. despite her age compared to the other two aunties..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, mum allowed me to get a dog once anytime or once we moved house. I am planning to get 2 hamsters and a golden retriever. Hey, it's for knowing and learning more on how to love, care and be responsible okay. It'll be my few years training before I get into a relationship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, day was same as usual. Fun I think. I can only hear Jinfa's laughter during the extra lesson as I was sleeping my way through. Changed out of my school PE as I don't want to stink for the appointment. Fast forward, reached home. Computer was working again. Talked to Jinfa as he teach me on how to download songs. I told him to tell me something. Then when he teached me a hell lot of things, I said I know la, dumbdumb. So he straight gave me a fuck you la!!! Hilarious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone watched the 9pm show?! Olympic! Today's one was sad and meaningful to me, I think. Cause, it shows how everyone and everyone gave up on Felicia Chin. But she did not. Still, she work her way to hope to be accepted again one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, &lt;strong&gt;even if the world gives up on me, I won't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little will remember a million good you have done, alot will remember a fault you have made.&lt;/strong&gt; So this is the new verse I came up with. Logical isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that yes, this world, it's always prey and predators. but one can choose not to be any of them.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I've choosen not to be any of them. Not to backstab in return, to keep comments to myself, to stop showing anger that once represents power to me. Now, from a different angle, being powerful like this is nothing in some other people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Angel II anyone? Those stories got me further to realise what changes I need. The skin should be taken off now, I won't be needing it. In life, changes are &lt;em&gt;inevitable&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-4335672541074012695?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4335672541074012695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=4335672541074012695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4335672541074012695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4335672541074012695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-computer-is-female.html' title='My computer is a female.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-6990397515652494723</id><published>2009-10-25T23:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T01:01:18.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B.F.H</title><content type='html'>Update: B for english, A for Geo. A* for happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people! I am Back From Hell! Ha ha yes.. But it was somewhat interesting. So shall start from the day when I left home for campsite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, left school earlier than others to go home to do the last pack up before going for camp. When I reached the bus stop, I realised that.. my Ez-link doesn't have any credit left, and Jinfa and I doesn't have any coins. So we decided to take a taxi.. As it's peak hours, we didn't manage to flag a taxi, so I asked him to take the bus while I ran home. Yes.. from Serangoon to YCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, I was drenched from head to toe with the sweat. Taking out my P.E shirt, it felt like I was taking the shirt out from the washing machine. So, my body was still dripping wet. Dried myself with a towel and took a shower. LV wallet arrived! Opened it up with mum. Luckily, father fetched me to Peicai, if not.. I'll be darn late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Changi Jetty, of course.. took a boat over to Pulau Ubin, on the welcome board, rather than 'Welcome to Pulau Ubin!', I interpreted.. 'Welcome to Hell!' ... Brrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the 4-5km away campsite. Settled down pretty quick, and we started pitching tent. All of us were separated, disappointed, but doesn't matter, had some old friends in my group. Tent-mates were Timothy, Paul, Zheng Yu and Boon Liang. And yes Boon Liang, I prefer calling him Boon Lay, lol. And he's the hot topic throughout the camp. He always uses 'Damn Siao' which sounds pretty weird uh... So we copied him and say it together whenever there's a chance to. The night, was stuffy and hot, that I had to wake up every few minutes of sleep to check and cool myself.. P.S.. The ground is hard with no pillow..! Day one, activities were okay, mostly ice-breakers and bonding, the best thing, our ration was revised! Now, we're using combat ration rather than 'maggie mee'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two, day started with a really strenuous PT, then we had our breakfast. Activities for the day, they were rather fun with friends around. First, we went for the HRC. While I was aiding the people experiencing it, I saw.. hm.. an accident I think.. This girl, lost her balance from the horizontal ladder and wham, she hit her crotch area and the rubber at the end of the ladder dropped. Then, she claimed that she fractured her hands. So, due to saving her, many people did not have the chance to experience, not only her.. but those scardy cats who wants to try. But I got a chance! And to try the toughest one! Everything was a piece of cake larh.. But the last stage.. My arms were already sore from the climbing and hanging.. So it's rather tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had lunch and went for WCJ. The dive was 'no gek' larh. It's only 2.5m from surface to water, Jinfa and I obviously had no trouble with it. But to those people who don't know how to swim.. One was very blur after diving into the water. He was so scared that he started to grab anything he can like any other people who don't know how to swim will do. So, he reached out his hands, and kicked his way towards Mdm, groping her chest area with the vest on. Super funny.. Thanks Timothy for lending me the shirt to jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bathing, we went for LE. The trekking, for me, is super fun. Well, activities on the way were interesting. Especially with fun and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Campfire, Jinfa and I were the song leaders so I or we lost our voices that night. And we spotted one ChioBu in the JPCs! AND YES, talking about JPC. They are from HongKong Junior Police Corp. And their accent from the males when speaking english, sounds like Peter Chow! Who's actually Gavin Thong. So we laughed at their every words, like 'yo know, it's shao grlate tho say yo gais hia!' and 'evereybady, thank kyou, thank kyou shao much for the fan'. And Jinfa, I think you should make a video of you saying 'hipo po ta mus'. He's darn good at it. Made me laughed like an idiot. After the campfire, we played games and slept. Timothy lent me his 'powder' and it's very cool, as in really cooling okay! Slept very sweetly that night, yes everyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, packed up, cleaned up, bottoms up, and byebye to everyone. Overall, this camp is good, with the fun and laughter from Jinfa and Crazy Sherman, with Timothy, ZhengYu, Boon Lay and Alvin the emo. Although we had complains and comments as usual, I did not get any scoldings, so yeah, think I did pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Singapore, went to Serangoon Central to have lunch with Jinfa. It's like a Peicai Community there.. I mean Serangoon Mac.. Saw so many people.. Even ZhengRong and his co. Jinfa! That lady confirm garangtee from Peicai!!! But I can't find her in year book! Our words became 'holy' after the camp. Jinfa commented on a boy running around with studded shoes, so he cursed him to fall down, soon a lady tripped infront of him. And we giggled away.. Later, while walking to the bus stop, I say I wanna go Jerald's house pee, so at the bus stop, he appeared.. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home.. slept after a bath from 4 to 9. Can't hit 6am in the morning.. and I read Michelle's blog.. Humidity of crabitat dropped to 59.... 59?!??!?! It's like putting the crabs under the air conditioner larh.. Pure evil intention to kill her kids.. Still wanna slowly suffocate them.. Okay.. I am tired.. Bye..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396568551618391282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SuR2gWVCLPI/AAAAAAAABSM/i43U3Q_Z-6k/s400/IMG_0488.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Combat rations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396566749722058786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SuR03dveICI/AAAAAAAABR8/-G_tOXHpStw/s400/IMG_0490.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sambal Minced Chicken Pasta? Here you go~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396568541547282114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SuR2fwz5PsI/AAAAAAAABSE/iS6yVyENwpw/s400/IMG_0489.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Any dessert for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396566743974621186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SuR03IVLMAI/AAAAAAAABR0/pnIy0zvPKPI/s400/IMG_0491.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, so I brought back a total of about 16 packets of these back home, wanna let them try, and in case my parents try to starve me like always, I have these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, the video on youtube with the greatest hits. 128,936,957 views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/7111114345871967938-6990397515652494723?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6990397515652494723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=6990397515652494723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/6990397515652494723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/6990397515652494723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/bfh.html' title='B.F.H'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SuR2gWVCLPI/AAAAAAAABSM/i43U3Q_Z-6k/s72-c/IMG_0488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-6483234974214459265</id><published>2009-10-22T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:08:50.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last post before camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shall update from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of rock-climbing activities, and in the morning when I reached school, I was very lucky. I stepped on dog poo... Stinks like.. Maybe 5 times my shit odour.. Super disgusting.. I was like sitting cross-legged then I smelled something foul... My whole left heel was covered with a thick layer of clay-liked shit, with a brilliant light brown colour. So... I stomped around the pavement outside staffroom.. And the whole corridor was somehow scattered with pieces of shit! I managed to get most of by tissue and the rest by rubbing on the grass, sports shoes alot of holes you know?! Here's the funny thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Jinfa to report to me, and he was like whatwhatwhat. And infront of me was a piece of dog poo. Okay larh, he was clever to avoid it, mabye some help from the screaming people. Next target, Smita. I called her to report to me, and she was like smiling while walking towards me. Despite the cries of people who were aware of it.. She still walked to me at ease. So yeah.. She struck lottery too. End up.. I got chased by her for quite a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock climbing rocks, can say, the activity was full of laughters. Especially with a only girl call Smita. So shall not explain any more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... Reached school at 7.30am. Nobody was there, so I wasted my time away by greeting every teacher who walked pass. And there were already alot of jokes this morning. Mr Ong was driving into the school in his car, AND HE WAS DRIVING VERY FAST. So he stopped abruptly in a parking slot and walked out. The way he park, just zoom in one, darn hilarious. Won't explain all the jokes here, might get too boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to rock climbing. We climbed all the from 9am to 12.30pm.. Imagine that... Because of the climbings, it's very hard for me to type okay..! All my finger tips are swollen red, and a few were bleeding... And I was made 'sample' for many candidates.. My safety is at risk you know!! But Jinfa is still the most dangerous one.. Let me down from 3rd floor to 1st floor in 1 second.&lt;br /&gt;Brrr... Lol, and he got scolded alot of times as OIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And go and read his blog! I superbly love his postings, because they are very hilarious, usually with me and co inside. He posted lots of funny things for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, some updates on my thoughts before I go MIA for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct23-25 STC Camp.&lt;br /&gt;Oct30-Nov1 NPCC Camp.&lt;br /&gt;Nov2-8 Cambodia Trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super packed... And so many camps.. Luckily, for packing today, I just say what I need and mum will bring the things to me. Hehe, so good. And now mum and I usually have talks about the recent 'disatrous spendings' I did. And the talks always ended up in laughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am very happy! Don't know why. Smileeeeee. And yes.. I will have to keep comments to myself from now on. Not a difficult task if I don't get took excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayokay.. end here. Bye people! OH YES, Michelle, take good care of Michy and Cheeria! Cheeria needs a bigger shell!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Those people don't know nothing to tell me or what. Asked me to put up tagboard, in the end never even tag once. Don't ask me to put it up again..! Irritating... I mean tagboard is peer pressure for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-6483234974214459265?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6483234974214459265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=6483234974214459265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/6483234974214459265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/6483234974214459265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-post-before-camp.html' title='The last post before camp'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-5625640156414546111</id><published>2009-10-21T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:47:42.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st step to becoming what I want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shall briefly explain school! So, today is the last day of exam! So everyone of us were on cloud nine. Because straight after A.maths paper. Oh, I am 100% gonna fail it. I dont know how to do even half a question inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, before listening, went to play basketball. Got reprimanded for not wearing uniform. Continue to play basketball again. Horh, next time I paly at DnT block. Got people spying on me.. After awhile, the guys went to the canteen to rest gradually. And I saw Cherie walking around the school, like a few times. I walked over and she just told me she's very bored. So I entertained her with basketball. Turns out, she entertained me with basketball.. She was a netball player alright.. so she completed the ABC with no effort, even for the 3 pointer... Failure sia.. I cannot shoot 3 pointer, lol. Went to PSL room with Cherie. Go in play.. But got bored, so Cherie went back to play basketball while I find my little boys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were play DUEL MASTER. WOW.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Jinfa can't resist the temptation of bolmeteus dragon calling to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched with Co. Man.. How ZawMyo catch a fly is really hilarious.. While he was talking, we told him there's a fly on his noodles. He ORHHHHHWWWWWWWW while scooping up the fly with both of his hands. Like.. wth.. really hilarious larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, soon after I got home, 3 mails arrived. First, the Ipod touch. I tried tearing the mail, to no avail. I tried biting the mail, the mail still doesn't open. At last I used a scissors which was beside me all along and cut it open, then I found out the mail was made of PVC linings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd, the GUCCI sunglasses! Okay.. Vic was right.. It's not big.. It's huge.. Omg. But I like it. Moreover, it's designed by a world famous sunglasses designer. Shall try it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd, my FP shirt! Okay, no description needed I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, mum was funny, we were watching the 'Olympic' show at 9pm, then we saw the 85k that the mum owes. So mum told me, eh this condo cost 85k too leh. I was like wtf? She was like yeahyeah you don't know? Then I slowly tell her again and again she said ohoh, 850k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's quite a post for me. Last thing! I made my first step to becoming Mr Nice by apologising to everyone I had disputes with. Although I sent out a few smses, only Vic replied. Lol, doesn't matter. At least I know how to drop the ego by apologising first and even though some things weren't my fault. Well, I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-5625640156414546111?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5625640156414546111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=5625640156414546111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5625640156414546111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5625640156414546111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/1st-step-to-becoming-what-i-want.html' title='1st step to becoming what I want.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-7649514336040988644</id><published>2009-10-19T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:48:23.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0fK4f_lbUgk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0fK4f_lbUgk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. I am changing my hairstyle.. might let Kimage decide what's good for me.. Night people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-7649514336040988644?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/7649514336040988644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=7649514336040988644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/7649514336040988644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/7649514336040988644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/so_19.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-1133705976905151866</id><published>2009-10-18T20:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:28:24.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need changes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So.. today, I haven't piece a single piece of jigsaw puzzle... And although it's Sunday, it's very crowded today, downstairs my condo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/StsMnc7rmRI/AAAAAAAABP4/xaPu8SKrZOQ/s1600-h/IMG_0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393918850627246354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/StsMnc7rmRI/AAAAAAAABP4/xaPu8SKrZOQ/s400/IMG_0462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/StsMm2AWeKI/AAAAAAAABPw/62qR9WCuAi0/s1600-h/IMG_0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393918840177850530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/StsMm2AWeKI/AAAAAAAABPw/62qR9WCuAi0/s400/IMG_0461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When downstairs to swim just now, the weather is dry and cold today man, so unlike Singapore. Furo bath... The water is so hot that my legs turned red like lobster, but no chance to take photo of it.. Arghhhh... I am going crazy... because of something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreaming about what'll happen in the STC.&lt;br /&gt;Imagination one.. Sir wanted to cut my fringe because he thinks it's too long. I defied him, and we stared at each other throughout the day with the other mdms and sirs glaring at me too. When I woke up the other day, I realised that my hair has been cut. I tried to smile so i can find out who did it. A sir told me who did it, so during lunchtime, I boiled some water, splashed it on that sir's face and began cutting his hair. Wooo, I am so gonna love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagination two... Mdm asked me to take out my earstick which I did not want to. All the sirs and mdms crowd around me to persuade me to take it off. I took my backpack and took a boat back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And having the recent sleep habit, which I wake up at 9am, and go back to sleep from 12pm to as lateas possible. I thought of sometthing. That's becoming a nice guy, again. Realised that I've become abit short-tempered this few while. Well.. stress mah.. think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I shall become Mr Nice and Friendly guy after this post. So I shall scold my fill in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the white gay with pink nipples, fuck yourself with the abnormally short penis of yours. Sucha loser, so rich so darn petty. I still remember, you always threaten girls in primary school for your recess money. And when I ask you why do that and why you don't have money, you told me because girls are easy to get money from unlike boys and I am saving money, SO I GET MONEY from the girls for recess. Wow... And, I shall expose you. You gave a convertible cow pillow to Deborah for her birthday this year. Claiming that it cost 80 Singapore BIG bucks! WHICH, I still remembered you lent it to me on 2008 during my stay-over during CNY at your house. P.S, I saliva-ed on it. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;You'll never win me in anything, loser.&lt;br /&gt;Case closed~ What a childhood friend I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two! Okay no more from now on! So, being a nice guy is my resolution from now on, and the trip to Cambodia will surely enchance and let me realise things I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I wanna go out tomorrow, anyone? Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;Night people!&lt;br /&gt;Going to feed Michy and Cheeria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated: For more constraint and challenging resolution, I will not be able to use vulgarities from now on, like how much I hated using them last time. And, I will be a nice guy!!! And hope I stay with it till I die.. But..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is like a game and everyone cheats just to get ahead;i try to play fair, but my fellow participants don't let me;i guess i'm a pretender now, even though i never really wanted very much;everything seems quite meaningless, but the world already taught me to lie;i ridicule and i discriminate, but i can swear i ain't that all bad;there ain't nothing much about me really, though it all seems so complicated;i'm quite torn deep down, but no one stops to care, the game's too competitive;a betrayer of my ownself, this is my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from Smita's blog, it's so true to me.. Like what I said to Shawn, like the skin I have always been wearing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world, there're preys and predators, you don't fight, you lose. you don't hunt, you get hunted. You don't cheat, you lose it all. You don't show you have power and anger, others bully and disrespect you. I grew up in this ordeal, because of the violence and cheating all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never safe to leave home without that coat, that coat of anger, power and attitude. I can never be what I always wanted to be. If I could stop wearing that coat, it'll be the day of world peace, a world without wars, a world without fights, a world with no prisoners, a world Lady Justice can retire from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No knows me, no one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-1133705976905151866?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1133705976905151866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=1133705976905151866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/1133705976905151866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/1133705976905151866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/so.html' title='I need changes.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/StsMnc7rmRI/AAAAAAAABP4/xaPu8SKrZOQ/s72-c/IMG_0462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-6490572390080710874</id><published>2009-10-18T00:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:20:31.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzling away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, first i think, I really got into the wrong school. Wanna know why? For Peicaians, tell me how many of the secondary 3 boys go to town? Then, tell me how many girls does? Not gonna be many isn't it? Don't try to argue that go to town so often for what? Do you all do other things? What many said, go out for what... so boring.. stay home good wad. While some others say.. huh.. go so far.. walkwalk come back.. Zzz... So? I gradually become someone like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So darn bored!!! I think I shall get more active on facebook.. which totally bores me out.. I am going crazy!!! Will ask Bryan to intro some girls to me tomorrow.. Or boys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for my items to arrive.. RahRahRah... Really boring... Till I have nothing to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yesterday, I started on my 2016 pieces of jigsaw puzzle which had been there at the corner of my room, collecting dust for about 8 months. So here's yesterday result...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393614553116295762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Stn33AXfwlI/AAAAAAAABOI/-KtkPZHDyfU/s400/IMG_0459.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And today's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393614568044668690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Stn333-spxI/AAAAAAAABOQ/lrJSF7kHuLk/s400/IMG_0460.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The rest are gonna be harder! Need some help, anyone? Brrr... Who have enough patience and interest in jigsaw puzzle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I won't waste my holiday again. Although I don't have friends who's outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans coming up!&lt;br /&gt;1. Oct21&amp;amp;22, Rock-climbing activity.&lt;br /&gt;2. Oct23-25, STC.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nov2-8, Cambodia trip.&lt;br /&gt;4. Nothing more..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually.. My favourite sports are water-polo, rugby, baseball.. And those heavy duty one. Sigh.. think my life is abit to the western side.. So.. I might be going to Australia to study after O level. Well.. my parents want me to go there too.. And I can know red-hair friends! And the best thing about there is... College party! Wooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the planning.. I will get a course to learn something, build up my body, go tanning myself, free-lance photography, yeah.. gonna try to do things alone from now on.. Independence! The medicine to having no out-going friends. Well, well, goingto sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye peeps!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-6490572390080710874?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6490572390080710874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=6490572390080710874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/6490572390080710874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/6490572390080710874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/puzzling-away.html' title='Puzzling away.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Stn33AXfwlI/AAAAAAAABOI/-KtkPZHDyfU/s72-c/IMG_0459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-7766509015500639847</id><published>2009-10-15T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:23:46.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam is going to be over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay updating... Exam i going to be over.. and that doesn't bother me... What bothered me is me spending too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checklist this month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. FredPerry Knitted Polo Shirt, 155&lt;br /&gt;2. FredPerry Slim Jeans, 299&lt;br /&gt;3. FredPerry Canvas Jersey, 149&lt;br /&gt;4. Gucci belt, 350&lt;br /&gt;5. Emporio Armani Watch, 500&lt;br /&gt;6. Crumpler camera bag, 120&lt;br /&gt;7. Necklace, 15&lt;br /&gt;8. Crumpler compact camera case, 50&lt;br /&gt;9. FCUK shirt, 50&lt;br /&gt;10. FredPerry Shirt, 69&lt;br /&gt;11. Green Laser, 30&lt;br /&gt;12. Gucci sunglasses, 450&lt;br /&gt;13. Gucci messenger bag, 400&lt;br /&gt;14. Louis Vuitton belt, 835&lt;br /&gt;15. Gucci sports bag, 500&lt;br /&gt;16. Bracelet, 12&lt;br /&gt;17. Lego earstud, 6&lt;br /&gt;18. Itouch, 250&lt;br /&gt;19. Louis Vuitton wallet, 725&lt;br /&gt;20. Louis Vuitton wallet, 450&lt;br /&gt;21. ...... How much I spent..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, actually, bought a knife, my favourite butterfly and retractable kind, but cannot pay.. As all 3 credit cards got terminated...! Actually... didn't buy intentionally... Lol, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, my phone died, Rest In Peace dude.. It took many pictures of my memories for me for about 2 years. As I said, N97 was gonna be my phone... Due to it's fragile snap shut and laggy software, I've decided to change to LG GD900 ! See what I am looking into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392816135653390514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Stchs_ideLI/AAAAAAAABOA/3xfYtxxrORw/s400/lg-gd900-contest-deadline%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool eh! Plus a super camera of 8 m.p! Heh, if I am not getting this phone, I am not getting any phone. For I don't think I need one.. And...Blogger is pissing me off by lagging and disallowing me to type proper words, so ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-7766509015500639847?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/7766509015500639847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=7766509015500639847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/7766509015500639847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/7766509015500639847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/exam-is-going-to-be-over.html' title='Exam is going to be over!'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Stchs_ideLI/AAAAAAAABOA/3xfYtxxrORw/s72-c/lg-gd900-contest-deadline%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-8776199299890015504</id><published>2009-10-08T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:44:09.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I remembered something that's so long ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I freaking can't keep this in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that troublemaker actress who would had won the golden poo award if she were in Mediacorp,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking first, after the both cases, we were still friends for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, like what she mentioned, if she was hurt by that, why didn't she tell me when we were still friends? But tell me after the last time we are friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I didn't want to be her friend because of her personality and her 'come here, come here, I tell you something.' That something is either gonna be a crap or HEHE I tell you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fucking purposely to do that just for her to earn something from public again when she's always losing some. Facts? She raised her voice at me when the bell rang as people walked out of the classroom to have recess. Then, when Vic and co came in, she purposely does that again. Which makes me go WHAT THE FUCK in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know why I said if I were still your friend, I would be dead some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE FUCKING REASON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-8776199299890015504?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8776199299890015504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=8776199299890015504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/8776199299890015504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/8776199299890015504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-remembered-something-thats-so-long.html' title='I remembered something that&apos;s so long ago.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-5757884113163965732</id><published>2009-10-08T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:20:02.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EOY 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Ss4DGac-F4I/AAAAAAAABN4/EcFuOJ2PNKM/s1600-h/071020092387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390249212723992450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Ss4DGac-F4I/AAAAAAAABN4/EcFuOJ2PNKM/s400/071020092387.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to you people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-5757884113163965732?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5757884113163965732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=5757884113163965732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5757884113163965732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5757884113163965732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/eoy-2009.html' title='EOY 2009'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Ss4DGac-F4I/AAAAAAAABN4/EcFuOJ2PNKM/s72-c/071020092387.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-6964062951834602844</id><published>2009-10-07T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:48:17.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 months back, May.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  I will blog about what happened yesterday. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ZhengRong&lt;/span&gt; went into the class, and he found his table moved from the far end to the front with the files under his desk dropped on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Would you be angry if this happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got very pissed when I heard of it, show some respect to your classmate please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His place got replaced by two trouble makers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I asked the two guys to say sorry to ZR. They did. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;All's&lt;/span&gt; good, when one freaking actress stirred a trouble up to pissed me off to hell. Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October, September, August, July, June and finally May.&lt;br /&gt;May, that is, 5 months before from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lady told me, you know how much I am hurt by your insult?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenario is like this.&lt;br /&gt;She came back from her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PSL&lt;/span&gt; camp, and I joked with her, eh, 班上最聪明的回来了。She totally ignored me, giving me her saddest and most ignorant face. I treated her as friend at that moment, while she treated me as a friend before the camp but not after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fault?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her, if she still treated at that time, will she be hurt? She said NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case two, a few months before, I was with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YingYing&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TPY&lt;/span&gt;. She came later very late from the meeting time. She walked pass me like I am invisible, and to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YY&lt;/span&gt; who is a few metres behind me to tell her sorry. While totally ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her crying with my smiling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;arguement&lt;/span&gt;, she mentioned she doesn't treat me as a friend, but why send me the friendship card on friendship day? Her reply was, because I still treat you as a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FUURRIEND&lt;/span&gt;. Then later, she told me again, BECAUSE I DON'T TREAT YOU AS A FRIEND. AGAIN, LATER, I ASKED HER WHY BOTHER TO COME FIND ME AGAIN SINCE YOU DON'T TREAT ME AS A FRIEND, SHE SAID, BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN BEARING IT, AND TELLING YOU TODAY,&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I TREAT YOU AS A FRIEND, A GOOD FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this kind of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;arguements&lt;/span&gt;, the last time I had an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;arguement&lt;/span&gt; with a  senior and he kept going, you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;guai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lan&lt;/span&gt; me what? you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;guai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lan&lt;/span&gt; me what? What can I answer?! It just takes you no where but round and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we were talking at the stairs, she started crying, then people walk pass as it was recess. Obviously, people will name me as bully right?&lt;br /&gt;Back in class, when Vic and co came back, she raised her voice. Vic and co sat beside me as she continued her chantings. I was still SMILING, WHAT FOR? TO KEEP MY COOL, AND CHILL HER TO DRY HER TEARS. While doing that, people kept asking me to be serious, even Vic.&lt;br /&gt;So, suddenly, she just said, 你赢了，我输咯。你赢咯，我输咯。So that tells people I was bullying her isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my smile after it.&lt;br /&gt;That's it, she's going too far.&lt;br /&gt;After I lost my temper, THEN she ended it. With a, we treat each other as strangers okay? You don't say anything bad about me I don't say anything bad about you. After I shouted my replies at her, slammed the door open and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social studies pupil, at the scene and from my sources.&lt;br /&gt;1. Is my sources reliable and close to what happened at the scene?&lt;br /&gt;2. From the friends thing, what can you infer about her aim in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;arguing&lt;/span&gt; with me?&lt;br /&gt;3. Who's right, who's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pissed me for the rest of the day, sleeping my anger away, while she was instrumenting her laughter across the classroom from the fun she's having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she's a guy, that's it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received something today, so not gonna be pissed for the rest of the night. Anyone watched 5.30pm show?! So darn hilarious, made my family laughed like hell. The Zhou Sixing.. Arh nevermind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to revise, night people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-6964062951834602844?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6964062951834602844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=6964062951834602844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/6964062951834602844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/6964062951834602844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/5-months-back-may_07.html' title='5 months back, May.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-179726899388477966</id><published>2009-10-05T21:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:33:45.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389112589593275138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Ssn5WPVK6wI/AAAAAAAABMc/PynbYL11yyM/s400/IMG_0332.JPG" /&gt;Answer... On the tree... Oh yes.. My tagboard very scary meh? Why everyone tell me on msn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389112597944558610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Ssn5WucRZBI/AAAAAAAABMk/UEEkgMYB4Sc/s400/IMG_0334.JPG" /&gt;So strong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389112605823902866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Ssn5XLy2pJI/AAAAAAAABMs/vYmekG6HS4I/s400/IMG_0359.JPG" /&gt; So cute right! Heheh, I've started playing with it, and let it crawl around my house and hand. But when my mum walk pass it everytime, it'll retreat into it's shell very quickly. And ya, I gave them names! Michy and Cheeria! Nice right! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Ssn8z7HIVEI/AAAAAAAABM0/h19FtIb3sXQ/s1600-h/IMG_0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389116398096634946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Ssn8z7HIVEI/AAAAAAAABM0/h19FtIb3sXQ/s400/IMG_0362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sunday, I decided to read newspaper as I spotted lifestyle on the table. So I saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Ssn80bTju8I/AAAAAAAABM8/k03r28bafcs/s1600-h/IMG_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389116406738697154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Ssn80bTju8I/AAAAAAAABM8/k03r28bafcs/s400/IMG_0363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical Singaporeans, let's say I have 30 friends, only 1 or none will stand up and help.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Ssn81H4gzPI/AAAAAAAABNE/CGXsBEMnfVQ/s1600-h/IMG_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389116418704854258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Ssn81H4gzPI/AAAAAAAABNE/CGXsBEMnfVQ/s400/IMG_0364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No-no proud to be Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Ssn9nl4XiMI/AAAAAAAABNU/JnqF3cq9r4c/s1600-h/IMG_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389117285750769858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Ssn9nl4XiMI/AAAAAAAABNU/JnqF3cq9r4c/s400/IMG_0366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This! Arh~ So true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Ssn-xc2ZgdI/AAAAAAAABNk/hjUSJbfe2Mg/s1600-h/IMG_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389118554636911058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Ssn-xc2ZgdI/AAAAAAAABNk/hjUSJbfe2Mg/s400/IMG_0365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taufik.. sang wrongly.. I didn't know.. Sorry for the pic like this! No matter how hard I tried to rotate it, it just won't turn..&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;Quite a boring post.. Mouse is spoilt can't do much. OH ya, I made a girl cried.. But the deal is, she's been fired up, people add oil, I on the gas. Sigh... Nevermind, all's well. Don't want post le! Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-179726899388477966?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/179726899388477966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=179726899388477966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/179726899388477966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/179726899388477966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/answer.html' title=''/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Ssn5WPVK6wI/AAAAAAAABMc/PynbYL11yyM/s72-c/IMG_0332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-1255756759130103645</id><published>2009-09-29T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:03:05.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juvenile 21st century</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not posting for a few days, so I am here to update. In fact, I am not so busy that I couldn't blog, it's just that I got addicted to an online game at this crucial moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... erm.. eh... hm.. I... Okay, I'll just talk about something Jinfa and I had been exchanging our thoughts on, love. As in having a relationship now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a survey done with parents and students in the ratio, teenagers ought to think that having a relationship is trendy and something to be proud of. While parents have to keep up with the society, they slowly think that it's natural for their children to have relationship, therefore abiding to their insolence. Some teenagers, hooked up once, twice, and slowly, they start to need this kind of feeling, said to be 'love', like drug-addicts addicted to heroine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experienced this relationship thing once before. So I wish to point out a few things. First, do you few ashamed? When you and your partner cuddle together so closely in the mrt, escalator, life or any other public places. Kiss, hug and whatever affectionate action includes. I felt totally awkward, what will people see of me and my partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passer-by 1?: What the fuck? Did I just saw two secondary students holding hands and looking at me? Should I look back? No, I shall go and burn more incense paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passer-by 2?: Wow, such good siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passer-by 3?: Wah, father bring daughter go school ah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passer-by 4?: Such a sweet couple.. Kids nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passer-by 5?: What a nice couple.. Who provides for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which passer-by do you wish the thoughts of public will be? I don't know, different people different thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I used to tell my mum about my girlfriend, that I love her, we'll last, we truly love each other, she's a good girl, her parents are strict, she's good in her studies and pretty. And when my mum told me, what do you kids know about love? I got vey pissed. So what if we're still young? We still understand love don't we? Yes, we always do. Love for friends, love for family, love for relatives, a naturally love from bond. But we don't know and are not mature enough to condition love, to change for love, to care for love, to obey to love, to love. Now, I realised. Mum's words were not wrong, not a single letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, what do you all quarrel about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Oi, today very close to sombody horh.&lt;br /&gt;2. Why got time for friend no time for me?&lt;br /&gt;3. Why didn't reply my message?&lt;br /&gt;4. Still thinking of your ex?&lt;br /&gt;5. Why didn't you help me carry my bag?&lt;br /&gt;6. Darling! Buy me this one! Ner-ooh.&lt;br /&gt;Even the one of the most stupid one&lt;br /&gt;7. Why can't I hold you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you all have to quarrel about. Just answer this. Does your parents quarrel like this? You might all think that they are living together already, they are old, they have us, the teenagers already, and maybe they have no time to quarrel? It's because we have too much time, we create unnecessary disputes. And have you thought about another one too? We are all human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these are enough for you to dwell on other factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My calendar and plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 9 to 20, EOY.&lt;br /&gt;October, STC Pulau Ubin training.&lt;br /&gt;October, Halloween Night Safari.&lt;br /&gt;October, JunJie is coming back.&lt;br /&gt;November 2 to 8, Cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;December, family oversea trip, Vietnam, Taiwan, Seoul, Japan or Orchard Ion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, all I am clear on what I am gonna do is, spend time completing the puzzle with BinHao, playing online games with him, swimming during alternate mornings, build up, sun-tan, basketball with Jinfa and Co. No shopping I hope. I don't quite want a life like that, spending money, cash and whipping out your atm or credit card. So dead lifeless. The planning I came up with is going to be perfect, with somemore photography and outdoor activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooh, gonna sleep now. Take care people, refrain from tagging..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-1255756759130103645?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1255756759130103645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=1255756759130103645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/1255756759130103645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/1255756759130103645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/09/juvenile-21st-century.html' title='Juvenile 21st century'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-578088234886507639</id><published>2009-09-23T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:18:23.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed &amp; Sick of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am fucking pissed, and blogger came out with an error, fucking clearing my post to a blank shit of paper. I shall retain my anger and have patience with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, it'll be a half day as our seniors got good results for last year O level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, day was great, played basketball and managed to score a few because of the awesome teamwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly, there's a talk about STI and sorts, show us more disgusting pictures on private parts, making me scared of sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinfa was supposedly going to Cambodia with me, but he had O level chinese at early November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here on, I will use point forms (or I had I already been using point forms) to explain what I had previously written like the great wall of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I felt very unlucky and sad, coming to Peicai.&lt;br /&gt;-Because Peicai is like a community, with no handsomes, no pretties, no rich people, no freedom people to even it.&lt;br /&gt;-I can't even find someone to hang out with, same sex, same interest and type.&lt;br /&gt;-I have best boy-friends in school, but they can't or don't want to go out, due to parental control most of all. Clique? Needless to say, damn steady one.&lt;br /&gt;-I just ditched 2 'best' or ' longest time with each other' friend, simply, outing mates or substitutes. Whom I am nothing to.&lt;br /&gt;-One day I think I will add people desperately on facebook and sending a 'Hi' to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;-Is my life too much? Too special? Too extraordinary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-578088234886507639?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/578088234886507639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=578088234886507639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/578088234886507639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/578088234886507639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/09/pissed-sick-of-it.html' title='Pissed &amp; Sick of it'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-4138681154560898865</id><published>2009-09-22T19:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T19:30:34.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide&amp;Seek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me start from going to school first, as there is something I want you all to do later. Because of the hermits, I was late from school! Because I got pranked by one of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, there's a mock exam paper on Maths so the whole of secondary 3 express had to stay back for it. After the exam, played basketball for awhile, surprisingly, after not playing for quite a while, I didn't score once today! But managed a few asist.. Homed myself, while boarding the bus, something occured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school cleaner while boarding her bus, she asked whether the file at the bus-stop was mine. At first, I didn't bother as I don't hold my file. I decided to ignore it.. But made a very last minute decision to pick it up and boarded my bus. On the bus.. I checked the file for name or school.. Thought that the file belongs to one of the student in Peicai or Serangoon Garden.. Later.. On a worksheet.. HWA CHONG INSTITUTION. WTF??! Sigh.. gonna go so far to return it.. At least I don't have to worry that he'll fail his exam because I of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smsed my friend from HC and he said... the class.. IS FROM JUNIOR COLLEGE. Piang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read my book on the bus, and fastforward to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, the hermit was trying to prank me again, fool me once, shame on me, fool me twice, shame on you. So... Alright, here's the thing I want you all to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384250377127943410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SrizMOZ5XPI/AAAAAAAABMU/6gI78FQ4RHk/s400/IMG_0331.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I was so anxious about it, that I ransacked my neatly packed cupboard (see previous post) for it, that took quite a while, and when I took another look at the tank.. I found it.. Okay, there's two hermies inside, one in the hut, and the other two shells are empty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question, WHERE IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;Tag your answer on my tagboard okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes Michelle.. Think about names for them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-4138681154560898865?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4138681154560898865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=4138681154560898865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4138681154560898865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4138681154560898865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/09/hide.html' title='Hide&amp;Seek'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SrizMOZ5XPI/AAAAAAAABMU/6gI78FQ4RHk/s72-c/IMG_0331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-1521240045841705494</id><published>2009-09-21T22:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:58:37.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kin crabs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hm... there's a reason not to post yesterday! Just briefly go through the day first.. Woke up.. Use computer.. Then later at 3.15pm, went to YCK Mrt to fetch my 'children' home. Their mama was late, so she decided to take taxi. So rich horh.. Got the kids.. Walao.. heavy.. So Michelle left with Debbie to meet Debbie's boyfriend. While I don't know she go where.. but she told me she'll come back to YCK for birthday party. So... I rushed my children home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home.. I was panicking! First, I don't know how much dechlorine to how much water because the dechlorine sucks with no specific instruction. And, there isn't much humidity and there's alot of flaws in their home! Desperate.. But slowly worked it out. Spent my whole yesterday with them. On the piano music from my blog, sat with the hermits with the lights off, and enjoying my red wine! Sour and dry, suit my mood at that time. Then.. I think I drank too much.. Stood up and was abit shaky.. Went to read book for quite awhile after that.. And because of the dizziness, fell asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383943222038474162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sreb1ch5rbI/AAAAAAAABLc/xJtpmaAEX9o/s400/IMG_0311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today! Woke up with the drank too much headache.. It lasted for quite awhile.. Read my book for most of the day.. And took care of the crabs... Cleared their poop that look like Michelle..! Y'know.. She scolded me for this.. I scared until faster close msn.. Haven't do anything on school work this holiday! Wainee! Let me copy maths! Oh ya.. I almost forgot.. I tidied my room today! Cause it's seriously very messy.. Like the horoscope.. Virgos always.. Hm.. I forgot.. Lol. And I am really shocked at how much I bought over the last few months.. Oh Wainee! Is that card good at the spot there?! Heheh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383945352181079394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sredxb7eXWI/AAAAAAAABLk/cOWRnRjwVeA/s400/IMG_0322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383945363333715826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SredyFeeF3I/AAAAAAAABLs/0tsDeTRB-XI/s400/IMG_0323.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The messy unnoticed cupboard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383945371063451138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SredyiRYfgI/AAAAAAAABL0/HnI96uSCzJA/s400/IMG_0324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383947790832772322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sref_YnWJOI/AAAAAAAABL8/cT9UooIVRpY/s400/IMG_0325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383947807716952466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SregAXg2SZI/AAAAAAAABMM/d-hUjjWX-tY/s400/IMG_0327.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tadaahh! Neat, Wainee, you like it?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383947798045312754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sref_ze8xvI/AAAAAAAABME/PeBdPfU8Xow/s400/IMG_0326.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My memory bag! Can't keep Wainee's big big card in it.. Of course.. So there's.. my childhood photos, all the cobra teeth I dropped, because I drank lots of milk, neoprints and more! Haha, open to see it once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot mention.. I got a nightmare recently, and it goes like this..&lt;br /&gt;ZR talking to a group of girls: Eh, 你懂horh, 你买我, 然后人家买我horh, 你会赚回你买我的钱leh.&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls who already bought him alot of times: 我没钱啦!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZhengRong arh.. why so engross in it.. haiyo.. then now there's something going on on FFS. Going check on my children, read Battle Fleet and off to sleep! Night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-1521240045841705494?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1521240045841705494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=1521240045841705494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/1521240045841705494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/1521240045841705494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/09/kin-crabs.html' title='Kin crabs'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sreb1ch5rbI/AAAAAAAABLc/xJtpmaAEX9o/s72-c/IMG_0311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-3857326726759611401</id><published>2009-09-20T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:13:31.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outcast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SrURIi1HrqI/AAAAAAAABLU/XglMqhPQhKA/s1600-h/IMG_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383227768077528738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SrURIi1HrqI/AAAAAAAABLU/XglMqhPQhKA/s400/IMG_0304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today.. woke up at 7.15am, to have tuition. After tuition, had a few buns and went back to sleep, reluctantly.. Woke up at 1pm+. Parents went out with my brother, or rather my lessor went out with his wife and son. So I went to cook my own lunch, korean noodle with potato wedges. But shortly after 2, the lessor came back with a packet of hokkien mee for me, as I was still hungry, I ate the packet of noodle too. And went back to sleep.. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waking up, no one is home again. And.. aye, there's a packet of chicken rice left on the dining table for me, so I just ate it. Later, the condo seems to be quite crowded today.. Is it Lantern Festival already..? Read a magazine called HERWORLD. It's more entertaining than Teen or Teenage or whatever. Then... went to read about sex, morning sex. Lol, it can reduce the chance of having heart attack by 3 times, and helps with the mood of working women through the day because of the 'happy' hormones created during the process. Well, quite useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, read on a lady, who lost her boyfriend twice. Her first boyfriend died in a car crash while the second, died of a heart attack. Then it slowly drags astrology in, which is horoscope. Says the study, that when horoscope clashes, nothing turns out good. So the lady, which is now in her forties, said that before she love someone again, she'll take note of the opposite party's astrology first. Quite interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.. shopaholic section. A lady spends 500k on designer clothes in two years, and another, 10 to 20k a month. I think I am gonna save and buy the things myself without relying on other money sources.. Argh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End here.. having headache..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, someone is being an ignorant B****.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-3857326726759611401?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3857326726759611401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=3857326726759611401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/3857326726759611401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/3857326726759611401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/09/outcast.html' title='Outcast.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SrURIi1HrqI/AAAAAAAABLU/XglMqhPQhKA/s72-c/IMG_0304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-2093569009278404423</id><published>2009-09-18T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:34:32.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words that I could never understand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SrOn33sRJiI/AAAAAAAABLM/KwR6u3tNb3A/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382830557922141730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SrOn33sRJiI/AAAAAAAABLM/KwR6u3tNb3A/s400/IMG_0293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SrOn3CPcwUI/AAAAAAAABLE/nU4lluDvwUA/s1600-h/IMG_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382830543574188354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SrOn3CPcwUI/AAAAAAAABLE/nU4lluDvwUA/s400/IMG_0292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School was okay. Okay means just fine. Only had to stay back awhile for Chemistry. After Chemistry, went to canteen to have lunch, with Jin, ZR and Vic. Started to copy my ss notes while Jin went to watch people playing basketball. CK came and screwed up everything. Seriously cute, like an idiot, but in the end, did homework with me. Granny Chen came while she ate her lunch with us, and chatted with us about some things friends talk about. Later, changed and left to Hougang Secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the swearing in... In the class.. I had a seriously long nap. 2+ to 4pm sharp. And no one came, nothing happened. Only sometimes, I woke up seeing Benjamin, Sherman and Jin playing and crapping with chapteh, while Smita was writing something. Then, the other time, Jinfa was walking around and Smita was still writing something. Then, when I really woke up, Jinfa was sleeping, and, Smita was still writing something.. After hosting the games for the cadets, Sherman, Jin and I played chapteh-o-war. We were throwing chaptehs at each other. In the end, sweating and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal.. Jinfa left earlier for his tuition.. Peicai really pathetic man, sometimes no bus for us, sometimes got bus go, no bus back. And if there's bus, the bus are really lousy one. Suck can. So.. took bus to Compass Point and went home.. On the bus.. I felt that the bus isn't going the right way.. But too late, the long ride on SLE highway can even let me sleep for awhile. Sherman called me.. and said he was lost too! And he almost lost his wallet. Then, he walked from Xinmin to Montfort to Bowen then home. Another crazy guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my part.. the SLE ride finally came to an end and I landed up at Khatib. As I was out of EZ-link and money, I called Wainee to see if she's around the vicinity, so I could borrow some money and get home by MRT. Sadly, she wasn't around that area. And, I finally remembered I could take a direct bus home from there. So I crossed the road and waited.. Waited for about 45mins, the bus never came, some who were also waiting for 855, walked away or took a taxi. Argh.. finally came.. Dropped in my last 2 dollar note.. and reached home at 8.40pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle Fleet I ordered 11 months ago finally ARRIVED. Lmao.. Started to read it.. and.. one last thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the bigbig birthday card Wainee! Heard that it was the biggest you ever made, so honoured, thanks! I appreciated it, especially those pictures I had no impression of. And my favourite form of memories, pictorial! Thanks for keeping them for me! Was very surprised. And.. YOU DIDN'T GIVE ME A BAG TO PUT IT IN. So many people were looking at it luh.. and some were reading it out loud on the bus.. So embarrassing. (Auntie Lucy) Hehs, and thanks to those who written on the bigbig card with sticky notes. Especially the one who used to write on a red paper with a 2B pencil, 2008. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-2093569009278404423?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2093569009278404423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=2093569009278404423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/2093569009278404423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/2093569009278404423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/09/words-that-i-could-never-understand.html' title='Words that I could never understand.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SrOn33sRJiI/AAAAAAAABLM/KwR6u3tNb3A/s72-c/IMG_0293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-4367971474066933198</id><published>2009-09-17T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T00:02:17.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even if, impossible.</title><content type='html'>Didn't blog yesterday.. fell asleep at around 7pm I guess.. and woke up at 10pm+. Have been doing a lot of research on hermit crabs these few days till 12am+. So I don't really have time for other stuffs.. Ready for hermit crabs!&lt;br /&gt;  Just hope to find a big enough glass tank with all the necessities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Today, school was rather slack.. Had much fun.. But quite lame.. nevermind.. Too bored to blog about it.. On my way home after NPCC, this guy sat next to me, and start to fall asleep, really FALL asleep, on me. Irritating, lol. Kept knocking against me, if it's a pretty girl, I don't mind larh.. Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Beyonce and Taylor Swift are friends, but they seem like rivals to me. Kept challenging for Best Video Award and others. On news, if anyone read, that jerk Kanye embarrassed Taylor Swift on stage while she got the award, saying Beyonce still got the best video award of all time. I didn't know this kind of people exist till now. Argh... Forgot do homework.. Night people..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-4367971474066933198?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4367971474066933198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=4367971474066933198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4367971474066933198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4367971474066933198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/09/even-if-impossible.html' title='Even if, impossible.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-4086794223686792280</id><published>2009-09-15T21:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:32:42.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories are wonderful, so much that it hurts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morning... Brought the 3 big bags of tidbits to school. Didn't really start with a good day. Didn't have enough sleep! So.. slept for a few lessons. During chinese, when I woke up after a seriously long nap for about one and a half hour, the class was semi-empty. I thought where have they gone to. Continued to sleep, after awhile, asked YihFan where they went, and he told me it's recess, of course go recess. Lol, I was shocked by his answer. Later.. lessons were still the same... boring..&lt;br /&gt;Was quite hyper today, I supposed. I was playing with YihFan and I used my 'ahdugen' on him as he was trying to kill my bird. He flew away with his table and chair with a loud crash! Twice! Lol.. Okay.. Must start to study in class.. But had no energy to do so today..&lt;br /&gt;During maths lesson.. Ms Yeo was helping us with the maths ws for Q1. Later, she asked us to do Q2 on ourselves. But I started from Q4. So when she walked pass me, she said, Wah, see my darling Rayson do so fast! She looked at my Q2 and Q3 after I whispered to her I SKIPPED. Her reply was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAYSON, I ASKED YOU TO DO Q2, YOU SKIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well... So that's for maths.. Her voice almost sent me to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to eat kali with JinFa. You know how Singlish works, quite cool. Then, went to AMK Ave 10 to have haircut. JinFa went with me leh! So good.. And he treated me KFC for birthday! Heh, so good. Went home and played Zoo Tycoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... while on the bus.. this Singaporean Auntie cutcut her nails on the bus leh! So disgusting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381700004265182226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sq-jo_HxxBI/AAAAAAAABK8/CpybvLo8po0/s400/150920092385.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a Mr Nice Guy again.. Argh.. But to be one, very kankor leh.. Must bear this bear that.. Then must not take it to heart how friends treat you.. Sigh.. I will try again! Don't care, nice guy better than bad guy. Like the chinese says, be bad guy 3 years = be good guy 3 days. Lol. Okayokay. Post a video, WATCH ONE TIME ENOUGH, think my collar bones broke because of this.&lt;/span&gt; Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gxvzz1wUyzM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gxvzz1wUyzM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/7111114345871967938-4086794223686792280?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4086794223686792280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=4086794223686792280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4086794223686792280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4086794223686792280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/09/memories-are-wonderful-so-much-that-it.html' title='Memories are wonderful, so much that it hurts.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sq-jo_HxxBI/AAAAAAAABK8/CpybvLo8po0/s72-c/150920092385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-5471433329815401594</id><published>2009-09-14T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:05:10.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the world gives up on me, I won't.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sq5bjQEcm0I/AAAAAAAABK0/tQCXPAo5ojk/s1600-h/140920092383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381339265921489730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sq5bjQEcm0I/AAAAAAAABK0/tQCXPAo5ojk/s400/140920092383.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sq5bi5L2DoI/AAAAAAAABKs/XMJKXBkeBN0/s1600-h/140920092381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381339259778502274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sq5bi5L2DoI/AAAAAAAABKs/XMJKXBkeBN0/s400/140920092381.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I had a peculiar dream this morning, and when I woke up, sitting at the side of my bed, this sentence just flashed up in my blank mind. ' When the world gives up on me, I won't.' So went to prepared for school. Went to school.. everything was usual, only that a monkey kept yelling big bear from the top. Decided to ignore him. Haha, man, someone or rather something is rather irritating today, kept whining and whining, she freaking doesn't hear the teacher or what? P.E, don't feel like doing anything, so walked to the field and ran a few rounds myself, don't know which assumption-ist said I was being punished by Mr Lee. I didn't talk in the morning, as the boys there blamed me to be the 'brain' of the chitchatting group. So? Got any answer now? Yes? F off please, don't try to put all the blame on me, like as if when you change place, you can study and score higher. It makes noooo sense. (Peter Chow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate people like this. You are already in the wrong or maybe you're not in the wrong, doesn't matter, but why must you pull others with you or try to put the blame on other people? Get a life man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to eat KFC to use up my last coupon on the last day of expiry date. Lol, and Jinfa was rather crap, or very. Becoming like 2nd Evan to me. Peirced. After that, went to shop for prizes. Homed with 3 big bags of food. Oh, I walked home from AMK Hub again. Super tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, rested and played Zoo Tycoon, then do Chemistry.. Going sleep! Hope I don't get caught for my hair tomorrow again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-5471433329815401594?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5471433329815401594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=5471433329815401594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5471433329815401594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5471433329815401594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-world-gives-up-on-me-i-wont.html' title='When the world gives up on me, I won&apos;t.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sq5bjQEcm0I/AAAAAAAABK0/tQCXPAo5ojk/s72-c/140920092383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-4169767125442406229</id><published>2009-09-13T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:26:46.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another boring day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sq0Nhck75FI/AAAAAAAABKk/SDncSVIUBAk/s1600-h/IMG_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380971998035567698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sq0Nhck75FI/AAAAAAAABKk/SDncSVIUBAk/s400/IMG_0176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 1pm+ today. My Mac Hotcakes were already cool and soggy. Sigh.. No choice, still ate it. School's opening tomorrow. Work hard or continue to slack? Played Zoo Tycoon for the whole day. Oh yeah, forgot to tell you all. Remember to watch I love you Beth Cooper, it's a laughing throughout show. You won't think of your 10 dollars after leaving the cinema. And.. I am not gonna get my LV anymore. Sigh.. And.. yeah. That's all. Night people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-4169767125442406229?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4169767125442406229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=4169767125442406229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4169767125442406229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4169767125442406229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-boring-day.html' title='Another boring day.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sq0Nhck75FI/AAAAAAAABKk/SDncSVIUBAk/s72-c/IMG_0176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-8739496398131634915</id><published>2009-09-12T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:28:46.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Dacapo'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright.. changed my blogskin as you can see.. Started since 3pm plus, some slacking in the process though. Lol, will try to keep my blog updated as frequent as possible. Today.. is just plain slacking at home. Share with you all something that I found out. 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Now can use blogger again.. Thanks Wainee. Will just leave Tumblr there.. Lol. Blog tomorrow.. Sleeping already. Night people. Will be changing blogskin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-2444255615117011587?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2444255615117011587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=2444255615117011587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/2444255615117011587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/2444255615117011587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/09/wtf.html' title='Back again..?'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SqqLGZE0kSI/AAAAAAAABKc/ypj6KOZFHpU/s72-c/IMG_0289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-3999327025165762276</id><published>2009-09-12T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:42:00.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr</title><content type='html'>Yo, people. I will be updating 2 blogs now.&lt;br /&gt;1, I don't want to let this blog die and waste the history it saved for me.&lt;br /&gt;2, blogger sucks by giving me so much troubles like uploading pictures.&lt;br /&gt;3, the difference between these two blogs is that, both will have the same update, but this have no pictures.&lt;br /&gt;4, &lt;a href="http://www.unfaded-moments.tumblr.com/"&gt;www.unfaded-moments.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-3999327025165762276?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3999327025165762276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=3999327025165762276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/3999327025165762276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/3999327025165762276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/09/tumblr.html' title='Tumblr'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-4668738954361817725</id><published>2009-09-09T22:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:37:41.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;5 September.. Forgot.. Went out with Evan I think. Oh ya, got my FredPerry Membership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 September.. Bored at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 September.. Father did not wake me up for work.. so I rotted at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 September.. There's supposed to be extra lesson today, did not go and went to work. Amazingly, Ms Yeo called my father so he fetched me to school, while I was in casual wear and slippers. Went into the class.. skip.. But Wainee.. MEANING I VERY UGLY LA? Dad fetched me back to work after that. Having Mac for lunch. Work was a total headache.. I rather go carry things.. that office lady let me do her accounting work. Sigh.. After work, went to meet up with Clique. Happy Birthday Bryan! Urh... Met up with Evan and had supper at The Cathay. Helped him with his maths homework. Tell you all something funny... There's a triangle, the question was, to find a unknown side of the triangle. Evan got 3.1cm. I didn't bother. After like 1 hour later, I felt abit weird.. So I flipped back to the question, and asked him how he get 3.1cm, he said calculate lorh, I replied how. He said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Use ruler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can vomit blood I tell you. Brr... Mrt home, Evan's father fetch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle accepted me..! Yay. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 9, work half day, uncle 1/4 day. Because... My Xiao Yu gave birth to her cute lil daughter today! Needless to say.. babies are usually cute right.. Left work place in dad's car, he bought me a 5 dollar duck rice, and fetched me to see our new house! Okay.. It's just a plain land now.. But it'll not be 6 months from now! Cool man, it's very very convenient, Serangoon Garden is just a few minutes walk away, bus-stop right outside my house, direct bus to AMK Hub and Serangoon Interchange! Happy.. And I need not worry about not having gym and swimming pool, cause there'll be a country club there! WoooOoooo~ But, bad news, no pretty girls around my age living there. Opps.. cannot look at ladies liao.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settled some ebay thing and rushed off, father fetched me to Bishan Mrt... Fast forward all the way to ION, brought Jeremy to LV. Lol, was planning to go down from there actually, but act act take a look at stuffs... And I found out.. A belt is 835.. after not more than a month, it's now 865. Wtf.. eh.. nevermind.. gonna have 2 LV wallet soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with them is totally boring... All about games.. Shop also games.. Played LAN for 3 hours.. also game.. Homedafter LJS dinner. Happy Birthday Sherman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired loh! Go bathe le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, might go tokyo this EOY. And not changing my phone anymore.. After thinking that there is really seriously not a need and N97 spoils easily. Gonna improve my photography skills. Hehh.. can't wait for tomorrow... Something will be pinching me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing blogskin, due to lots of complaints about ' I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING. '&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-4668738954361817725?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4668738954361817725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=4668738954361817725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4668738954361817725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4668738954361817725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/09/updating.html' title='Updating..'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-3226280302666444589</id><published>2009-09-04T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:50:30.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August 31</title><content type='html'>August 31, Teacher's Day, still had some rashes left. Couldn't play basketball match. After taking the medicine, stomach hurts alot, and shoes does not have any grooves anymore, finally, the ground is wet. So.. I suck. XiaoHui rejected my reverse windmill. His body contact with mine, I did not foul him. Later, when he did the same as what I did, I rejected him. He foul me. So funny eh. At least referee never kayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd match, vs 3A, this freaking small guy, I stood there, he keep banging me. I ignored him. Later when I got the ball, he was still banging me, and when I was trying to make a shot, he continued to bang me, and when I jumped, he scratched my arm twice. AND, the referee foul me. Totally f up, we were supposed to lose because of the unfair referee, but Myo and Jin 3 pointers alot at last, so they can't toy with our scores but let us win them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Ball, we were obviously winning 3B by alot. But later, Ms Lam told us it's a draw. Many eye-witnesses saw the score as 6-4. But who dare to voice out? One whole gang there with the kayu referee. Then that teacher also don't want do anything. Totally screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer, ChuanHao the hero. Brought 3G to champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super pissed.. After celebration, went back to primary school. Nobody reach yet. By the time Deborah, Evan and HuiQi came. There's no one in the school already. Screwed up again. They came to my house and waited for me to change. After that, went to Deborah's house. Ate 3 packets of maggie mee and I am still hungry. Played with Longan. Then left with Evan to Orchard. At Orchard Ion, while buying my last reserved FP shoes, I realised that rashes are starting to spread throughout my face. Wasn't so obvious so I didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, while playing lan, it began to itch alot. Immediately called Dad to come and fetch me. Later when I got into the lift, lucky there isn't anyone. My face was swollen like a monster. Super disgusting. Got out of the lift facing down, super embarrassing I guess. Slept immediately after taking medicine. Woke up at 1am, from the itch and pain. It's the worst state man. I felt like taking a knife and slash the skin away or kill myself. Super uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next day... still some rashes left.. Tuesday wasted... Rested at home for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, still some itch left. School was okay I supposed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, didn't expect the da to be so fast. NPCC was fun. As I became sec 3 overall IC. In NPCC, only I was free all the time. So I sat at the bench while everyone trained under the hot sun. Mdm came and talked to me, so we chatted for awhile. Later, Chen NaiNai came and ask me to take worksheet. Last day of the term then ask me complete.. Was pulled to her staff room by her. Told her I was very hungry, so she took out her chocolate chips cookies and gave them to me. While I munched away the cookies, I checked and played with the things on her table while she printed worksheets for me. After receiving the worksheet, she winked goodbye.. lmao so seductive. Told Jinfa and he laughed. NPCC ended early because it's the last week of the term. Homed with Jinfa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, not really in a good mood because of a few things that happened. English period was cancelled, lmao. So we got 1hr of free roaming time. While eating curry chicken, black dog's gang threw something at QiaoDan. When QiaoDan confront them, that guy stood up and shook his head like a spring head and when he points his finger, his little finger will shoot up, like paralysed old man. He tried to pose like a boxer.. which is funny..? Because he is already so short already.. When his friends stood up, I shouted for them not to bully, so they sat down again. Sigh.. QiaoDan's watch broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After PE, and school, the gang confronted him again.. In the end, nothing happen. Homed with Wainee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People on msn are trying very hard to piss me off today.. Seriously.. Going out.. bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-3226280302666444589?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3226280302666444589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=3226280302666444589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/3226280302666444589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/3226280302666444589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/09/august-31.html' title='August 31'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-5258859280536834914</id><published>2009-08-30T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:53:29.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rashes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wednesday! August 26, the day was alright as I remembered... It was quite a fast day as I had a psp with me most of the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, August 27, I didn't expect thursday to be over so quickly. Seriously, for me, there's only 2 lessons, which is double maths. Which I have been putting lots of attention to these few days. NPCC, went to play badminton, so skipped awhile of NPCC. After that, we went to drink water, and because of drinking water, we had to be in diamond push-up position for 20+ mins. AND, continue with 35 diamond push-ups after that. Arm was sore of course. Did theory first, can't even write.. After theory, went down for practical, omg. Bowing is so fun. Had a few consistent shots when the crosshair was not out of place. Instructor praised me! Jinfa was good too. It's like his 2nd time shooting only, and his consistency was good. But, his arm was scorched by the string. Think we'll pass our test. Later, when going home, supposed to squeeze into Sir's car, but that JunKai, nobody invited him to board, he go board!!! Of course, sir can't ask him to get out right.. So Jinfa and I walked to the bus-stop. Luckily, 76 came shortly after we arrived at the bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, psp most of the time, geo test, super disappointed, Physics, satisfied with the result I got, Jeremy assured me I won't beat him in the test, but I did, by 2 to 3 marks I think. Sucker! Went to Sushi Tei with Jeremy, Wainee and Magdalene to celebrate Jeremy's birthday. During the lunch, a sexy girl about our age came with her brother and mum. When i was eating, Yihfan told me she kept looking at me. Then I look back, Wainee and Magdalene was like trying to block my view! That's what hilarious. Then I counted the times our eyes met, and Wainee will go, Bu yao yi zhi byou nu ren la! And she asked me to get number from her mother. Gave a few pieces of cake to the waitress and waiter. And they said it was nice! Heh~~ I got my father traits, making waitresses laugh. Lol! After that, went home with Wainee by 853.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Evan around noon and went to Orchard to play L4D. Went home around 10 as I suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday! 28 August, Evan pissed me. supposed to meet at 2pm, but he told me 2.30pm. Reasonable, but later, he 3+ haven't ready. So when he reached the MRT station, I told him I still at home, but in fact, I was aready at the MRT station. So he left first, then I left from the 2nd train he took. Still, he went to meet Deborah after that, pissed... Don't care, wen to cine myself and shopped at Revoltage. Left Revoltage with 4 bags of clothes. Met Evan and Deborah, and waited for M.C. While waiting, went to buy FD 3 tickets. What does that means Michelle?! You probably can't buy it! Best of FD I still remember, is when that guy got sucked to the pool drainage system, and later, his guts like, liver, heart, lungs, remains of intestine, burst out of the pod. Should had watched it in 3D, see the guts fly to you! After that, dinner at erm... the 2nd floor japanese pasta shop. Forgot the name.. Deborah! You treat me very well.. Not like some pervert.. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Michelle and Deborah went home, Evan and I walked back to cine to play L4D. Should have went home with them.. Don't wanna sleep late and waste EZ-link credit.. Sat N1 and homed.. Waist starts to get itchy somehow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, August 30, Shocked when I woke up, whole body was covered with rashes.. And nose-bleed.. Argh... Not my day.. It was super uncomfortable.. So I slept all the way till 7pm.. It got worst from time to time.. Then, mum opened her collected liquor which cost like a few grands just to apply on my rashes.. Dad was lazy to go and buy one. But later, he brought me to see a doctor.. Lol.. He gave me steroids.. Sians.. hope everything heals by tomorrow.. Please.. Lots of activities tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, before I end, gonna share something very interesting with you all, when I was using youtube at E2max yesterday, watched this featured video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution:&lt;br /&gt;1. Please do not scold me for posting this video on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;2. Please do not eat anything before or after watching this video.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your loss will not be paid by me.&lt;br /&gt;4. Watch at your risk.&lt;br /&gt;5. Rated M18, by Rayson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1foa0C553io&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1foa0C553io&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-5258859280536834914?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5258859280536834914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=5258859280536834914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5258859280536834914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5258859280536834914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/08/rashes.html' title='Rashes..'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-196054761949631044</id><published>2009-08-25T21:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:50:22.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>24 August, Day wasn't as sucky, thanks Wainee for letting me copy her maths homework. I feel alot safer and relieved in Ms Yeo's lesson. But, she go through the worksheets I never do one! Played basketball for awhile and went to coffee shop with Jin and Myo. Bused home later. Nothing much, slept at 9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 August, unexpectedly, I went to school. And the day wasn't that bad! Woo, especially maths. Think I thursday don't go to school liao. After school, did not go to campcraft practise. Straight home myself. Drank several jugs of water and tea, while waiting for sms, dozed off. Later, after dinner, drank several jugs of water and dozed off while waiting for sms again.. Woke up, sms, shopped online, and now blogging.. Supposed to sleep at 9pm. Don't wanna sleep late. Sians.. LV wallet 720. Need to calculate and collect angpao next month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried posting pictures, although that ctrl F5 works visibly, pictures posted doesn't show.. suck it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you finally learnt how to let go, you'll be amazed. By: Wainee.&lt;br /&gt;When you finally got out of the love circle, you'll be proud of yourself, seeing other people still struggling inside. By: Rayson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to sleep~ Chao Sai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayson Ling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-196054761949631044?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/196054761949631044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=196054761949631044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/196054761949631044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/196054761949631044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/08/24-august-day-wasnt-as-sucky-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-6112560650496858344</id><published>2009-08-23T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:08:08.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the fuck will blogger be normal?</title><content type='html'>When will blogger be normal? So eager to post photos. Yesterday, shopped and Lan with Evan. I think we can't go to any shops at Orchard anymore. They see our faces like every weekend. Especially FredPerry. I promise I'll go there only if I am sure I want to buy something. Friday, when we walked pass the shop, and peered in, 5 shop assistants were standing and chatting at the counter, when they saw us, they all smiled and laugh together. Super embarrassing.. Evan's father sent us home that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Evan ps me on our trip to Sentosa. Well, it's raining. Stayed at home, sketch my time away and smsed M.C. Sigh.. The only subjects I am familiar with now is, Geo and SS only. Others, can fail big time.. I told everyone I want go JC, I think I ITE also cannot enter. -- Sians..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping, I want to be a FP member. Buy something from LV. And get my DSLR on 5th September. That day is marked as family big time shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I have enough money to shop next month, got 3 presents to buy. And, movie with M.C! Don't know whether she kidding or not. The 3rd girl who called me a pervert. TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yesh, add on. ZR, I intro a game called Left4Dead to him, and now he's like crazy over it. Introducing it to people he know. I think his birthday buy him L4D set for him to play at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-6112560650496858344?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6112560650496858344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=6112560650496858344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/6112560650496858344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/6112560650496858344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-fuck-will-blogger-be-normal.html' title='When the fuck will blogger be normal?'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-7539025535447439614</id><published>2009-08-22T09:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T14:57:05.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGGER IS BACK.</title><content type='html'>August 20, first part of the day was alright, 2nd part of the day, was, absolute screwed. After recess, which is Maths lesson, Ms Yeo started screaming and shouting because of a LINE, 6 units long, cutting through postive xy plane and -xy plane. Super irritated already, because something happened during recess. And her voice, okay, let me describe it, it's a voice that's so special, that it can compress your brain, further and further until you will eventually stand up and scream at her. Felt like saying she got menstruation.. Beared with it.. And the another pissing thing.. I left my pencil case in the class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to be basketball referee. Walao, basketball player referee all don't care one.. I also bo bian.. Sians, after being a 'abit of help referee', wen for NPCC. Got a new sir, or maybe one I haven't seen before. Then, when Mdm Chui Yee come, the first thing she did was whack me. Lol. After some while, Sir, Mdm Chui Yee, Sir Jerald and me sat around a table for 4 and chitchat. Later, dismissed. 2nd IC of discipline was posted to me.. Sians.. I hope to get nothing..&lt;br /&gt;Father came and fetched me as it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 21.. Lessons were okay. Around my group of friends, I am the only one who passed my Geo, without copying! Actually I did.. But what I intend to copy, were already written. Let see how much I got for my 2nd Geo exam. Absolutely not copied.&lt;br /&gt;P.E, it was raining.. All the other people went to the hall and played. While, CK, ZR and me went to the gym and train.. After quite awhile, Sherye came to watch us train. And asked why are we trying so hard to train. Funny question, don't know how to reply.. Recess.. discussed something with the people.. and yeah.. plannings.. Homed with Myo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Evan at 4pm as it was raining. Went to AMK hub to deposit coins first. Saw alot of Peicaians.. And I was shocked, as I say a girl carrying a pink and black checkered bag, hugging another boy. Turns out to be a girl from another school. Went to Orchard to shop. Ion, went to FredPerry, new shoes, 149 darn nice. If I don't buy LV, gonna buy that for sure. I like every aspect of that shoe. Black rugged leather for the top part with shoe lace, black canvas for the bottom part, and finally a white laurel wreath at the corner back of the shoe. Gosh.. hope it doesn't get out of stock. After that, went to LV. Saw my conspiration mask! So darn nice, omg. And the LV belt there, nice. Don't know which to buy.. money is limited.. Walked to cine and had our dinner at KFC. After that, went to E2MAX to L4D. Super hilarious. Almost couldn't catch my breath. We were playing PVP in  L4D. Not versus. And Evan only won me once in the last round. Lol, PVP pro. Before that, 2 guys joined the game, and helped Evan, that means 3v1. And I still won! Lmao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright people.. teach you all something.. Notice the time given to you, is how much you pay for at E2MAX? Yeah.. Just buy 1 hour, and change the time of the computer's clock, to have as much time of playing as you want.. But, provided people don't buy the seats you are playing at, cause the counter can't detect it. Enjoy. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having Subway, MRT to YCK MRT. Evan's mum sent us home! Yay.. cause it's 7th month... Going to check out where will I go later, bye people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, blogger is back! But can't upload the photos. Suck..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-7539025535447439614?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/7539025535447439614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=7539025535447439614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/7539025535447439614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/7539025535447439614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogger-is-back.html' title='BLOGGER IS BACK.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-6415606495591047050</id><published>2009-08-19T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:57:42.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barrage</title><content type='html'>I wonder when will blogger go back to normal.. can't even post a photo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 18, I did not go to school. Phobia of double chem, double maths and physics. What matters most is.. I am really afraid of Ms June Yeo, which I don't even dare to sleep in her lesson. And, the very very long boring day. Revised at home for awhile. Then met up with Evan. Supposed to buy a kite first. But, I didn't know there's so many Rivervale Walk in Singapore. At Marina Barrage, bought a kite and extended string and went up to the field. Don't know why, it's very wet. This time, managed to fly the kite high! Wooo~ But not high enough.. gonna buy a very very long string. At 7 plus, decided to go home. So yeah, end of the fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.C shocked me that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 19, went to school.. didn't play basketball in the morning as usual.. Was kinda late these few days.. Maths wasn't so horrifying. P.E, fun.. I made a mistake while trying some basketball stuff, so Jin and Myo started their 'laughing' which they used only for me. Super hate it, suan me like wtf everytime. Jin and Myo trained on their 3 pointers while I figure out things myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English, had compre test. After school, had lunch with co and proceeded to the basketball court to train. Crapped and played basketball. Climbed over the fence and scratched myself.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went er-hem. Chris gave me discount! And she said I smelled of 'nan ren wei'. And commented that if her son had clothes so dirty like this, she will surely scold him. Lmao, I was in a mess larh.. after basketball..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry M.C.. hanged your call. Reach home at about.. 8. Now is 9.47pm.. Going to sleep soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threw the loud circle of friends away, and now, they are like always critisizing what I do. What the heck is wrong with you all? Can't take it as I am not your friend? If not, shut up and treat like you don't know me. Don't make it so hard for yourself, I don't need friends like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna throw some f friends away soon. Friends? True? Yes, like f True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, notice the shop!@JUNGLE on everybody's tagboard? F it, like seriously. Why use a laurel wreath. F-king imitations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-6415606495591047050?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6415606495591047050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=6415606495591047050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/6415606495591047050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/6415606495591047050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/08/barrage.html' title='Barrage'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-1884425559794961885</id><published>2009-08-17T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:50:08.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball tournament</title><content type='html'>August 17, blogger still have problems. School, was okay today. Chinese, passed my chinese test and won YihFan, parred with Myo. Highest 42.. Sheesh.. Maths.. Listen to teacher until blur... Don't care, staying at hoe to practise maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess, basketball, super off-form today, cold weather with no sun, and that actually makes me very stiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess.. bored with the Chemistry again.. Passed the test among my group! Slacked throughout the lesson. English! Super funny Mr Goh again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaw Myo's full name is Zaw myo Oo. And Mr Goh said it as, Mr Zaw, Mall, Wuuuuuuuu. At the Mall, Mr Goh's sounded like a sheep with serious sore throat and his face absolutely mirrors a bull dog. Super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS, failed the test very badly..Mixed up consequences with causes. If I got them under the right questions, I can at least get a pass. Cause while doing it, I kept flipping my paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore weather, really funny, rain, stop, sunny, rain, sunny plus rain. So the courts are wet and we thought the tournament will be postponed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Mr lee told us there's still tournament, so stayed and wait. Myo, brought a roller from the volleyball room, so I took it and started cleaning the courts. Clean the courts for quite a while, from 2+ to 3.25pm. Lol! Court one major flooding.. Fun for me.. more to clear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match started at 3.30pm, 3E1 not here, so we won, precisely. Watched other people play, excited.. First match, lost to 3A1, 7-13. Scored 3 points, swapped with ZR, score is 7-8, came back from water break, 7-13.. Sians.. lost to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, won all the others, got runner-up and got into the semi-finals. Wasn't myself right Jin? Because of the sun! Like superman right.. But seriously.. I need sun and heat to play better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, our positions are, Jin-shooting guard, Myo-point guard and Ray-small forward. Today.. Jin really portraits Dwight Howard. How he blocked Issac, held his shoulder and smacked the ball right to the board and rebounded to me. Serious, I thought I saw Dwight. Myo, Jin said he represents Wade.. Which I think so so.. Then, I say I am Allen Iverson! Jin agreed right! Cause of the lays and twists of reverse. bet Michelle won't understand any of these.. She'll think we're making Loti Pratas rather than playing basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left school to Bishan Mrt and from there, home. Reached home. Ate my rice and still not full, had a bread and sandwich, stll not full. Father then bought me, a salad and 2 boxes of drumlets from KFC. Yum! Nice.. Till now still eating! Kay larh end here. Sorry for the slow post Michelle! One hand was yummy, you see. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-1884425559794961885?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1884425559794961885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=1884425559794961885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/1884425559794961885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/1884425559794961885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/08/basketball-tournament.html' title='Basketball tournament'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-798308436508003303</id><published>2009-08-16T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:49:37.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dylan</title><content type='html'>15 August, wake up at 7+ to have tuition. MacDonald's hotcakes for breakfast, supposed to be with sausage, but there isn't. Slacked all the way till 3pm. FuQuan anyhow anyhow say where got say want go Orchard. Zzz, so asked Evan out. He booked District 9 on internet, M18. After collecting tickets, went to play L4D. Survival totally rocks this time. Went to buy 500g of FamousAmos cookies and went in to the cinema. Before entrance, while queuing up to buy drinks, there's this small cute boy, dragging the baby seat around and smile at me. Then the cashier also smile at me saying I made a new friend. Super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, District 9 totally rocks. Go and watch it. Seriously. No sexual stuffs, just very cool alien techs. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movie, which is about 12am, we wen to Plaza Sing to play pool. He always lose to me. So I keep giving him chance, like tapping the ball or what. And struggle with him on the 8 ball. And don't know why.. This time he won me.. All tyco alright.. Seriously shit.. My spread ball, 3 stripes 3 corners, super nice. 1N home after that, didn't know Orchard got prostitutes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus, watched Bloody Valentine on Evan's Itouch. Super HQ. And bloody..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 3.25am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 16, woke at 5.30am, gave Evan morning call till 6pm because we plan to meet for morning exercise. But he never wake up.. 9+, I woke up again, and called him, this time he answered but said he didn't want to go, upon hearing that I treat him breakfast, he told me to meet at 10.15am. SO realistic horh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore my Nike set and met him downstairs of my apartment. Well.. he cycled while I jogged.. Jogged from front gate, to Kebun Baru, to AMK Hub, then to Mac cafe. THIS TIME, Evan ordered hotcake with sausage.. still.. there ISN'T sausage. Super fed up.. What's wrong with the cashiers in Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, went home. Bathed and prepared. Went downstairs at 2pm. Evan reached 25mins later. Jinfa was waiting at ave 10 already larh... Then got scolded by Jin, as he blamed me for being late.. It's Evan's fault okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't sell any of my electronic stuffs. Later, left Jin and went to AMK Hub. Was able to sell my PSP 3000 for 200. I gained profit from it okay.. Saw NM and MeiSian at Amk Hub, Evan stood right infront of them alright! After that, MRT down to Marina Bay, at Barrage, so OMG. Alot of kites! Don't wanna talk about my kite.. Photo shoot! And made many new friends! And a very cute kid! His name is Dylan. Very funny photos with him up on FB soon! Went home after that while Evan went to his Grandpa's dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to buy another Gucci belt or wallet. The previous one very heavy.. Any one want? DSLR at the start of September! WOOOO~ Going to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, I bring you to SIngapore Flyer okay?! Reply the tag at my cbox in the morning okay?! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-798308436508003303?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/798308436508003303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=798308436508003303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/798308436508003303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/798308436508003303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/08/dylan.html' title='Dylan'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-1481626248032244794</id><published>2009-08-14T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:31:31.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Friday</title><content type='html'>August 14. Jeremy came to school today. So we suan-ed him why never die. Lol. Morning, Jinfa and me vs YihFan and Sherman. Our chemistry is confirm 99/100. Peeled their skin. Every lessons were okay, and yeah, I started to study. P.E, did warm-ups first and we started playing basketball. Sigh big time, supposed to train 3v3 with another team for the up coming competition. But the other team all go play with girls.. Sians lorh, so we played 2v2 with ourselves. Later, Vincent, BP and Aaron came to play with us. Another group of jokers. Darn funny. BP wanna pass to Vincent behind him, he just left it on his arms, and ZawMyo took it. He thought it was Vincent. Lol. 4 sets, win 3 sets. Aware of the shooting style of mine already. Lol. Don't want use the nicer one.. not shuang. Lol. After P.E, went to rest at canteen, watch people have lunch and went home with Jin and Myo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On the bus.. We went to the back of the double-decked. Saw these Northlight people.. Darn funny. One guy ask Myo, eh your shoe how much, then me, then Jin. He asked us which school we from, we said Peicai, and he said you all know Northlight? Inside all gila one. Then he make a crazy face. Forgot most of the craps.. Then, Myo suddenly said that guy look like Michael Jackson, then that guy say Myo look like his wife. They talk super funny. Then that guy ask Myo where's his bra. He say no money buy. The he point to his girl-friend and said, neh, she gt alot ask her lend you. Myo said, eh you know my size or not. Super funny sia the way they talk.. Then, they began to talk about exchanging shirt, shoes, and then underwear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride.. mind was a total blank.. Can't think of anything but anything. Don't know why. Reached home, plan to fried horfun with BeeHoon.. Failed, cause I cooked the horfun.. Dreaming.. Then soak another handful of BeeHoon and, yeah.. turns out okay I guess. Decided to take a nap till 5.30 as it is raining. Woke up at 5.30pm sharp. Crapped with Jin till 6.15pm, he left for tuition, I went to swim. 7pm, went up and snatch toilet with dad. Still thinking and thinking, and I felt, something is missing today.. I just don't know what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, still thinking, and while thinking, I will automatically take things and eat. It's like a eating marathon today.. And I am still always hungry.. From dinner, a plate of fried hokkien mee, red bean-paste bun, hotdog bun, jelly, strawberries, grapes, biscuit, 2 glass of milk, 2 lao po bing, and more snack that I more or less forgotten. Still think that something is still missing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can receive some AngPaos next month.. Sigh.. Going to sms M.C. Bye peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sun damn pro. Was feeling kinda chaotah when I reached home. While swmming, started to feel some itch on my arms. Later, in the toilet, I looked at my arms, very red and black. Face, no traces of darkening, only turns tomato. Superb..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-1481626248032244794?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1481626248032244794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=1481626248032244794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/1481626248032244794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/1481626248032244794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/08/typical-friday.html' title='Typical Friday'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-8034882934632836860</id><published>2009-08-13T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:58:41.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss M.C</title><content type='html'>August 12, everyone seems to be looking for a girlfriend. Conclusion, all 3 failed. Had a headache and slept at 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 13, lessons were better than usual today. Handed in the chinese test first. Captain ball competition, lost. Had dinner at coffee shop with Jin and Myo. And had 1 more dinner just now.. Still very hungry. Going to have more now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the fear only yesterday, but &lt;i&gt;I miss you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-8034882934632836860?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8034882934632836860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=8034882934632836860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/8034882934632836860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/8034882934632836860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-mc.html' title='I miss M.C'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-3851648396377591562</id><published>2009-08-11T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:21:35.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No school?</title><content type='html'>Pon school today..! Woke up at 10+... Slacked and did some work and revision. Prepared and went to get a haircut. Jinfa met me in a while during my haircut. Later, we went to Mac and had our lunch. Talked and discussed about many things. Left each other at 3.50pm. Homed, smsed Michelle for awhile and dozed off... Waking up after a few minutes.. Had dinner and yeah.. Slacked till now.. Talked to Jin on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we realised many people nowadays, want english name, and the initials are mostly A. So we came up with our own new names..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayson Armpit Ling.&lt;br /&gt;Jinfa Anus Khew.&lt;br /&gt;ZawMyo Alibaba Oo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trend enough.. Facebook is bias towards me... Lag with html errors. Suck sia.. School tommorrow.. I miss my basketball.. Night people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-3851648396377591562?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3851648396377591562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=3851648396377591562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/3851648396377591562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/3851648396377591562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-school.html' title='No school?'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-7309968886373189430</id><published>2009-08-10T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:38:43.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new circle.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, at Shangri-La Hotel, super high class. Cannot post pictures.. Food and tea there super nice. Evan then called me if I can come out before 6 to watch movie. I was actually laughing, can he make it? In the end, at 5.30, my father sent me to cine. I went up and played L4D myself. At 7, he came. LMAO. Say wanna meet around 4 to 5, 7? Lmao. Seriously. So darn punctual. Watched UP. It's not stupid like most said, there's a story and moral behind it. After that, actually decided to watch fireworks, but it ended long before our movie. Went to have LJS for dinner. Then Played L4D again, then homed. Hospital had the stupid sound.. scary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, rised and shined at 9am. Prepared from 11 to 12.20. Father fetched me to YCK Mrt. Reached Ion at 12.40pm. No ones there! Went to Starbucks to buy a Tea blended. Walked around Ion and Wisma. 2.05pm, no one is at the rendezvous point and I finished my Ice blended. Waited at one of the pillar of Ion. Then, this Swensen's advertising woman smiled at me for a few seconds and gave me a flyer. Later! A foreigner or Singaporean asked me where's the lift of Ion, when I was going to reply her, she said, oh you're not.. and left. I supposed she's going to say Singaporean uh. Do I looked like I am from other country?! Then later, a family of ang mo walked pass me, saying, this place is nuts. LOL. Even they find Ion like a maze. That's why there's GPS directory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.20pm, Deborah came, oh ya! She owe me a Starbucks coffee. After like a few minutes, Debbie and Michelle came. Wah, my face was like steaming hot when I see them. Don't know why. 2.30pm, Evan came and yeah, we left the point, awkwardly. Left them without saying a word as I got news of Jinfa around Orchard! Obviously, I know he is toying with me, not letting me know his location. Made me ran back and fro like an idiot. He told me he's meeting his PKAA. So yeah, he told me I won't find him. Too bad.. I am very good at tracking. Very fun you know. Serious serious, tracking is fun and a brain-killer. met up with friends outside Taka.. Heard Michelle was angry.. Because I just left without saying a word which is rude. Sorry. Went to check movie time slot for a horror movie. Sians.. Heard Michelle suan me alot of times.. Rah.. Decided to watch Muderer, as it has the only best time available. NC16, and I can buy okay Michelle.. Using NETS is way cool. Thinking to treat everyone, but money just came passing to me, take luh.. incase they angry... Murderer is a bloody film.. Trust me.. The few things I clearly remember, is the lady, with many holes drilled at her back and two nails pinned to her eye from the eyelids. She climbed out of an abandoned house and got ran over by a truck, later the detective looked at her under the truck, she's bloody horrifying funny. Then other one is the detective's wife, got chopped and left in the oven to baked with her hair still outside, dripping with blood. Funny EH?! Later, had dinner at XWHK cafe. And then, Debbie and Michelle left. Walked around Heeren with Evan and Deborah. Misunderstood Evan, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homed with them. Not going to school tomorrow, haven't got my haircut. Sigh.. I want go Marina barrage fly kite.. M.C.W.L.. You free..?! Oh yes, dad bought me a super good kite with a larger container of nylon strings. Hope I get my DSLR soon.. so I can travel myself with it, to take pictures, of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH! Victoria said the best thing about me is I make a very good boyfriend! Hehehheh~ And ZR, cya tomorrow, nono, Wednesday! Night people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-7309968886373189430?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/7309968886373189430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=7309968886373189430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/7309968886373189430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/7309968886373189430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-circle.html' title='The new circle.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-8865228716685691417</id><published>2009-08-09T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:15:20.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating in the afternoon.</title><content type='html'>Thursday, can't seem to remember anything already lol! Last lesson, MT. Went downstairs to play basketball, skip lesson.. Thinking of going up to rest awhile, then! Hair check! Walao.. shouldn't have went back. WTF! NPCC, start to teach the juniors.. Omg, super tough. Got one beng, feel like beating the crap out of him. Later, home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Friday, national day celebration. Wore red and white of course, and went to school with Myo and Jin. Celebration was sucky.. Oh, sports competition coming soon, captain ball and basketball. Later, actually going out with 'clique', but it was disband, slowly. So I brought the small boyboy ZR go gaigai. Asked Jinfa along and Robin tagged us to J8. Took MRT to Orchard and had our lunch at Koufu, cine. Went up to E2@max to L4D. Sians.. Jinfa usually don't know where he is shooting and ZR's first time playing. Sigh lorh.. I behind them got hanged by smoker they still shooting and mobs. Evan, came in a long while and Jin left. No more seats, so we couldn't play together. Later, Evan's cousin came. Drove us to ParkLane to play L4D. Again. His cousin arh.. see any pretty girls just take their number one leh! Scary guy. Lmao. Went to have lunch again first, then went in to LAN. Saw Shanice's friends like everywhere.. They are like people who hide knifes under their sleeves larh.. brr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZR left us for his training, and we continued playing till 6+. Went back to cine to watch GI Joe. No more seats! Sians.. But later, the manager came to the counter and gave us 2 tickets at the back! Wooo~ Had dinner at Mac and went in watch movie.. Sians.. Went home late again.. Oh yeah, Met up with Evan's cousin again, this time, there's a really pretty girl beside her! And she before she go, she waved bye to me!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, had tuition in the morning as usual, but I was late as none of my family members woke up. Later, went to make POSB. Gonna deposit 500 one, but there's not a need so.. yeah. Went out with Dad to watch overheard.. A very sad thriller I guess... 4/5 stars. Later, went home and slept awhile, then went out with Evan, deciding to watch UP. But no time slot..! So went to E2@max to play L4D again.. Sians.. And we spam witches and tanks. Super hilarious. Later, while going to subway to have supper, in the lift, there's a super pretty caucasian. She looked at me and told her brother, a praise. Don't wanna say, so paiseh~ After subway, went home.&lt;br /&gt;FredPerry shirts came that day..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, now! Going to a 6 stars hotel for HighTea! Bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-8865228716685691417?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8865228716685691417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=8865228716685691417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/8865228716685691417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/8865228716685691417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/08/updating-in-afternoon.html' title='Updating in the afternoon.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-2217695896542159136</id><published>2009-08-05T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:25:27.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna die.</title><content type='html'>Today.. reached school, played 2 v 2. Issac and YihFan vs Me and Kenneth. We won, despite Kenneth being a secondary 1 with 3 wifes. During P.E. Sians.. Fought with Myo. Seriously, he can't see I am joking, and walked away. Wtf. Sat at the bench and watch people play. English, pon lesson, went down with Jinfa to play basketball with other people, cool, did all the new things I learnt perfectly. Caught by Mr Lee, and we were chased off lol. Recess, basketball. Think my partner which I have the most chemistry with is Amir. He's also my chemistry partner! During Sexual Education,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caress is sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, later, teacher ask people to throw papers around with notes in it. People around the class keep throwing at my head. When I picking a paper up, Matthew Yeo snatched it and when I stood up, he threw it at my eye. Super irritated, while walking back to my seat, kicked his face. And stared at him, and finally he cried. Now, I am like someone with anger management problem uh? Who like to use violence alot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought about it uh, cannot use violence on other people right? Who are they to you? Your who? Makes sense uh.. But people from around the class kept throwing paper balls at me, hit my mouth, my eyes and all around my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS, and dismissed, walked to bus-stop with Myo and Jin and bus alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Moon-liked Virgo.. never shares his/her problems, why be so selfish and share sadness with people? But why wear a mask.. to make others happy, and cry yourself loud in a locked room? No one knows how much sorrow and pain I kept in me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-2217695896542159136?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2217695896542159136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=2217695896542159136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/2217695896542159136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/2217695896542159136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/08/wanna-die.html' title='Wanna die.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-8013206211823570427</id><published>2009-08-04T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:49:54.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF is with blogger?</title><content type='html'>WTF is with blogger? When I want o post photos, it's not working again~ blaady heil. School, wasn't in a good mood. Hope I can pass NSW and chem test. Today, basketball, was finally playing properly with friends. Usually, we have been slacking while playing and joking around. Today, quite good. Only when that Robin came in, Jinfa became a more dangerous terror and started whacking balls NorthSouthEastWest, and finally to my head. Thumb got hurt in the process and part of the thumb turned black. Sobs sia, kicked him. And was worried whether his hand will drop off or not. Went home alone today. Well, gotta prepare to go to dinner. That Gucci belt is darn heavy can.. It's like hanging your pencil box at your pants. After company dinner at Marina Square, went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Shopped on FredPerry.com again! WOOO. Bought a polo and 2 T's. Gonna trade a new black FP T with Evan's hot pink FP. I am such a good dealer. Lol. Kay peeps, going to sleep. Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle picking Seashell at the Seashore.&lt;br /&gt;See a seashell cracked the shell.&lt;br /&gt;She left the seashell on the see-saw and sell the other shells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bored.. --&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-8013206211823570427?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8013206211823570427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=8013206211823570427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/8013206211823570427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/8013206211823570427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/08/wtf-is-with-blogger.html' title='WTF is with blogger?'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-3203586032558792336</id><published>2009-08-03T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:55:06.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogger.. finally back to normal..</title><content type='html'>Wuuuu~ Blogger is back to normal. No photos to upload anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, morning when I went to school. Jinfa turned to me and said my lips were very pale, and ZawMyo took a look at it and agreed. Don't know why, nearly fainted this morning. Had been coughing for a few days or weeks. Then this morning, have flu. After maths, went to the toilet, shocked. my upper lip is still okay, but my lower lips is white. Like the rubber we always use. Don't know larh. Now feeling so good, stood up and stretched after reading a book, very very dizzy. Supposed to apply for leave after recess, but Mdm Tan persuaded me to stay for chem. So I stayed and played basketball during recess. Lol. Had lesson as usual an did our SS test. Hope I pass... After school, basketball, again! Lol. Lucky never die. After that, went to coffee shop with Myo and Jin to have our lunch. And homed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FredPerry's winter season is now, out of sale.. But FredPerry autumn season.. IS OUT. WOO. That means more shopping, only at September. Where angpaos come in, dad's gonna buy me a DSLR and 2 shirts for my birthday, while mum is going to buy me a branded perfume.. only if we will be talking.. haha, going to sleep people, night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-3203586032558792336?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3203586032558792336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=3203586032558792336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/3203586032558792336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/3203586032558792336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogger-finally-back-to-normal.html' title='blogger.. finally back to normal..'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-6045954203501101744</id><published>2009-08-02T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:34:06.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HarbourFront night</title><content type='html'>Yesterday,Supposed to meet Evan at 5pm.. Ended up meeting at 7.30pm. Walked around Orchard, and we were super hungry, but we went to Gucci first. Evan finally knew what's the name of the shop assistant, Clarine! Lol. Bought the belt and went for dinner. And dinner is.. food court. Went up to E2@MAX after dinner. 3 housr of L4D. Got tired of L4D and played CZ. Didn't play for 2 years as I can't use my friend's account anymore.. Don't know friend or enemy. Lost form of course, but got it after playing for awhile. Alot of spectators behind me watching..! Later, went to watch fighting at 1.25am. Fighting seriously sucks, SERIOUSLY. Went back home in NR1.. After an hour sleep on the bus, we ended up at HARBOURFRONT Interchange. Sat taxi home.. 20+ when it reach my condo. Evan paid.. Slept at 5am.. With Evan, I spent alot and stayed up late alot.. Evan with Rayson, also spent alot and stayed up late alot. Phew.. Must change our way of going out and spending... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.. wanted to wake at 9am to swim. But woke up at 12pm, and go back to sleep till 3pm. House-viewing, and after that I slept again. Till 9pm. Ate dinner and going to sleep now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to study, do housework and shape my character, soon. I realised I had shoved those loud and noisy friends away. I realised only recently. They are super irritating. Brr.. don't care. Night peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-6045954203501101744?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6045954203501101744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=6045954203501101744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/6045954203501101744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/6045954203501101744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/08/harbourfront-night.html' title='HarbourFront night'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-2156997332891963213</id><published>2009-08-01T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:30:56.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating</title><content type='html'>yoyoyoyoyoyoyo! I am updating okay. First, 30 july. Thursday, all I could remember was the basketball official match. I was very sucky that day, because of the sore throat I think. And some people were watching. Shot twice, missed because hand got slapped. Jirayu as referee didn't see. Then later, CiJing told me, eheh, 刚才我很像打你的手leh, lol, super funny. Assist alot, no shots. Still win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, all I could really remember was 2.4km. This time, super disappointed, don't want to talk about it. After 2.4km, sat at the slope to the field alone to read book. Later, did all my homework of chem assignments altogether. Thanks Mdm Tan man, she gave all of the worksheets to me. As I left all of mine at home. Don't wanna wreck my brain to remember already.. Tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.. No tuition.. Went school for NPCC Archery. Mastered it, super fun. Then.. went home.. took a very short nap and tell my mum to teach me to wash clothes.. So random.. Going shopping later.. again. Oh yes, yesterday, did not buy the belt, Evan's atm eat my money, cannot withdraw. Bought a FP red shirt for NDP 09. Today buying the belt..! haha. Wanna play L4D..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have anyone thought of life? Your parents had their childhood, then eventually had you. You became a part of them, going through childhood. Then one day, you'll have your own children, you'll go through the stage where your parents took care of you, finally, you end at the stage, 'death'. Figure out what I am trying to say? Cherish every nanosecond you have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, having a slight problem now. It'll grow big soon.. I think.. Going to prepare.. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add on: I kept forgetting to post about this. Alright, you all know SnSd right? The Gee one. Go to Victoria's blog. The guy's version is super cool, I think. LOL. Super funny larh. One thing.. they without their make-up.. Sigh.. Erm.. go find them with your search engine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-2156997332891963213?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2156997332891963213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=2156997332891963213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/2156997332891963213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/2156997332891963213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/08/updating.html' title='Updating'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-4180068631471637506</id><published>2009-07-29T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:53:09.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday... 27 july.. hm.. Okay. Hm.. Hm.. Okay. Lessons were okay. Mr Lew said the next wave of flu virus will be at September. Bet on it. Played basketball with friends as usual after school. Then went to coffee shop to drink and went home. Bathed and went out with Evan. Orchard, walked to Ion. Found a FP wallet. Then shopped around Orchard. At Shaw house.. Evan took 3 condoms.. from Agnes.B and gave one to me.. Super weird. Went Paragon to eat Ice-Cream and went back Ion to buy my FP wallet. had a feast at Food Republic and went home after a short walk at Wheelock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today! Was played by M.C during lessons! She's also another playful girl. Basketball.. Very good! Had 1 or no goals, but assisted alot due to teamwork, which is very fun. P.E, 2.4km retest, I ran a few rounds and stopped. Taking retest on Friday. During SS which is the last period, Myo, Jin, Jeremy and me pon lesson. Lol. But Myo and Jeremy went up shortly. Later, Jin and me sat at the bench by the corridor to watch people play basketball, got tempted so we asked Myo to throw the ball down from 4th floor. Trained the N style and learn the art of block from Jin! After school, Myo joined us, and we VS Ken, Rey and Rong. We improved alot since the last match. But in the end we lost. Know why? The two idiots were just staying below the basket to watch them! Rarara. After that, left for coffee shop and had Kway Teow. The weather.. dangerous today.. Took express way home.. too tired. Pimple outbreak..! Stayed too long in the sun.. Now, can see the V at my chest and tan-lines at my uper arm area. Evan came after my short nap. Swim.. Sucks, did not train for a month only, cannot swim 50m+ without taking a breath. But in the end, still can. Lol. Swam from 5.30 to 7+. In the Furo Bath, Evan was talking about a Korean female actress, and he said her name like.. this.. Pu Zhun Pyou, Gu Zhu Pyou, Poot Zhun Pyou, Good Zhun Pyou. Repeated about 15 times. I laughed my ass off. Seriously, idiot. Lol. It's 9.49pm now, supposed to sleep at 9pm! Evan stayed till 9 plus mah. Cannot sleep.. FP arrived today! WOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I am gonna buy a Gucci belt on friday... 500+... M.C did not sms me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selling PSP-3006. Radiant Red with charger. Offer, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-4180068631471637506?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4180068631471637506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=4180068631471637506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4180068631471637506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4180068631471637506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-days.html' title='2 days.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-2336986499097669424</id><published>2009-07-27T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:31:02.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day of my nice day.</title><content type='html'>Make it fast. School sucks today. Don't wanna mention about it. And forget it anyway. Went home.. And yeah.. do what you do at home.. Going to Orchard to buy a red FP for national day or a FP wallet tomorrow. And forgot to mention something a few days ago. I won a contest and won a book..! Save 10 dollar! Lol! Kay, going to sleep early, influence of someone, and she also made me wreck my brain for jokes! Night people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-2336986499097669424?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2336986499097669424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=2336986499097669424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/2336986499097669424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/2336986499097669424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad-day-of-my-nice-day.html' title='Bad day of my nice day.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-7566296654412197428</id><published>2009-07-26T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:25:06.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion change</title><content type='html'>Let's start from yesterday night okay?! Went out with Evan, with the cake and two roses, one for Deborah, one for Michelle.. Waited at cine XWHK cafe for Deborah.. While waiting, Evan and I played a game I created out of boredom with coins. Deborah came, 30mins later. And when she stood infront of the table trying to make a good entrance, we totally ignored her. Lol! So she slam the coins and greeted us.. As usual, the first few things she'll ask when she see me. Got water? Kian Ie Dwrink? So she just drank my Peach-Ice Blended.. The cake.. yes it melted.. Evan and I tried the proto one at home, first reaction, it's so darn nice! Omg. Deborah decided to bring it home.. Later.. went to FredPerry. As usual.. nothing. Checked the movie timing and there isn't any suitable one, so we skipped and went shopping. Argh, the new shoe hurts.. Bought a hot pink T from NUM! Woohoo~ I've keep up with the trend.. $69.90.. Deborah seriously walks like a tortise.. with a big blue balloon behind her, so many things hanging from her neck and shoulder.. While going home, and talking, a white liquid with brown solid landed on Deborah's black long sleeve.. Lucky she wore long sleeve.. Bought ap acket of tissue from an auntie.. 2 dollar...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Deobrah home and later, Evan and I went to Mac Cafe again, ate and took a bus home, around 1am. Oh yes, I sent Evan a sms and he read it out. Eh you know right? I at ntuc. Then I queuing up to buy drink. Then this ah ma infront of me turn around super random ask me call her ah ma, I call lo. Then later, she turn again call me her grandson, and hug me. I was like  -.- den when her turn pay. She run away! Zzz. Den the cashier charge her things to my receipt. Sians. Got abalone leh! Now I pokkai. -.- Then later I stand ther dunno what to do. SO I just chase after her. Then I saw her entering this lift, I chiong there then, before lift door closed, I manage to pull her leg. Just like how I'am pulling your leg now. HAHA. After reading it, Evan asked me, huh? You got pull my leg meh? LOL. I laughed darn loud.. I think he don't know what pull your leg means.. Btw.. the person who type this joke.. his english.. is good.. Evan stayed over at my house! Played L4D together then, Jenga! We're pros.. but he still lost! Slept at 4am+...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 12pm. Ate some of the proto cake and snacks.. Later, that troublesome kid complained to have pizza. I said got rice but he insist to have pizza, if not fried rice. Can't he make do with it. So, I took out the ingredients, long bean, carrot, eggs, sausage, meat, tuna extract and pepper. First time! While frying, that troublesome kid came and helped, MORE MESSY. He said he wanted garlic in it, so he went to get some and started chopping, later, I found out, HE MISTOOK ONION FOR GARLIC. Zzz.. Then, while I was chopping long bean, he went to stir the rice, and went off, Feeling that something is odd.. I went to check on the rice, all around the frying pan.. were rice.. I shouted loud enough for him to hear, and I heard his laughter in return.. Idiot.. He said, the fried rice was nice! But not salty and not enough pepper.. heck care him.. Went to sleep after my lunch.. again while Evan went to played L4D. Woke up an hour later and parents came home from morning shopping. They chided me for the house to be in a mess, because of EVAN. Sucker man.. Prepared, and started to make another cake for someone else. Went out and fetched Evan home in my dad's car. Went to fetch ah ma to a hotel at suntec for her wedding dinner. Decided to shop but ended up, we ate Haagen Daz there.. Funny things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was 3/4 up the escalator.. And HE RAN DOWN upon seeing my brother coming down already.. WTF eh? Like a idiot sia! Well, it's funny..&lt;br /&gt;Later, I told my dad that I wanted a dog as my partner, so he said he can be the dog, and I said if he could sit and bark like a dog on the floor. He was GOING TO, and I was like no no no no no no..! Can't test him.. crappy guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat around at the hotel while waiting for ah ma, the ambience.. it's so relaxing.. went home, finished up the making of cake and created an account on FredPerry! Bought a T from FP online! The one I like, no white, got grey! Going to sleep guys! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-7566296654412197428?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/7566296654412197428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=7566296654412197428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/7566296654412197428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/7566296654412197428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/07/fashion-change.html' title='Fashion change'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-2549591497680641795</id><published>2009-07-25T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:56:10.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping?</title><content type='html'>24 July, I am so happy~ Went to school as usual, man.. I love sitting in the car when it rains! Wore my hoodie as.. the weather isn't really cold larh.. just that.. it's chilly.. Didn't know that the basketball court will dry so quickly by noon. So we have to take 2.4km.. Didn't have my sports kit that day, and I was wearing Kobe IV! Partnered with PohChoo, and her batch starts first. After most finished, Shilin came and told me PohChoo going to faint already, so I gave her 14 laps.. which is supposed to be 15.. Didn't know mah, haha. Ps. That batch.. Myo fastest... 11.37min... It's a B I think.. Our batch, everyone started off with spark and zoom forward. Been pacing from ZR all along, and JF drafted me too! Copy tactic.. In the end, lost his pace in the middle of the 13th lap. First, CK, 8.13min, I think. Second, ZR, 8.26min, Third, Rayson, 8.46min. But I think, I think, we ran a lap lesser. But alot of people like Vic and Wainee counting for us... Don't know.. After PE, gulpped 100-plus like blinking my eyes. Was having a slight cough.. 12.30pm, walked out of school to the nearby coffee shop to have lunch! Then homed, with Myo and Jin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, went out with Evan to get Deborah a present. Saw WenChing on the way to MRT.. Omg.. Went to ION Orchard first, and went to FredPerry as I've decided to buy a POLO. Didn't have what I want.. So went on to a new shop. Bought a pants. Then walked around.. to Cine Leftfoot. Bought a pair of shoes. Darn Evan.. got voucher don't want redeem let me use.. Waste my 10 dollar! Saw a very, very nice FredPerry T, was about to buy, and found out, there's no more size! Sobs can.. It's super nice. Spent about 150+ dollar that day.. L4D from 7 to 10pm. Super tired okay! That idiot. Went home by MRT then Taxi, too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, woke up at 7.20am, to prepare for tuition. After tuition, prepared my ingredients to bake Jelly Cheese Cake! Haven't got some ingredients after discussing with mum about it, so she went to the market to try her luck on some of the ingredients available there, while I stayed at home and took a short nap. Later, auntie and boyboy came! Auntie's 2nd baby is going to born soon, it's a girl..! While making cake.. that boyboy keep disturbing me.. Argh.. Then I let him sample my cake he stepped a few steps back and shouted Ah! No, no, no, no, no! Then, talked to auntie about facebook and argued why old people shouldn't use facebook! She's invading my privacy loh! Ransacked my room.. and I don't know why.. alot of people love to.. Before my family go to Malaysia, played with boyboy, super energetic, like Jet Russell Terrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, blogging as I think I won't have time to blog later at night. Evan is coming my house! Gotta prepare for it too! Ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-2549591497680641795?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2549591497680641795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=2549591497680641795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/2549591497680641795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/2549591497680641795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/07/shopping.html' title='Shopping?'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-7467237500055902916</id><published>2009-07-23T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:39:10.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness. Longest post.</title><content type='html'>Alright, not because I don't want to blog, there's seriously a problem with blogger. So... try to remember from.. 17 july. I remembered... IT'S RHD. This year, was actually gonna wear jap costume. But did not.. can't get it in time.. I promise I am gonna wear something next year! Or I might not have the chance again.. 7.30am, to 10am. Our class boys were playing basketball and other sports ftw! Then later, took care of the game station, hopscotch. Funny can, people come just bargain with us give them full marks then they go already.. After everything, cleared up and moved canteen tables and benches. I carried too many tables and benches by myself.. In the end, too tired, and knocked a talbe into a girl. Lucky that she's not injured... So.. skip skip Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, as usual, had tuition at 7.30am. Then, for dinner, we went to North Point XWHK cafe. Dad was acting like a retard. While we were looking at the menu, suddenly, there's this man, standing outside waving to us. Cause, there's a glass wall there giving a full view of the outside. He then do some funny things.. While my brother cursed for him to come in, mum laughing her fill and me stuffing the laughter in my lungs and reading my book. After dinner, went shopping for awhile, then went out with... EVAN.&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. Evan.. Long time didn't heard of him right? Here's something about him, us. We went out that following night to play L4D at cineleisure. By the time we reached there, it was 11pm and we played for 3 hours. Promotion, cheap. He suck can... use cheats. Later, played with him my favourite, table football. He was so engrossed in beating me, that he scored for me a few times. Super cute. Later, we walked around, trying to find something to eat. Went to XWHK cafe again, and shared a strawberry Snow Ice. This time, he ate the ball of ice-cream, shall post the video if the blogger is fixed. Funny. Then, when i said I wanna go home, he told me there isn't 1N anymore. So we walked around. While leaving cine towards taka at around... late 3am, we heard some guy scream, then when we head back, a few guys ran in different directions, away from the guy lying on the floor. While walking away again, he shouted, ' LIMPEI TIA laaAAAAAAAA'. We crossed the street to Heeren and walked past him. Lots of people was crowding around him. At the bus-stop, suddenly one ambulance came, super shocking alright. Followed by 1 SUV and 1 patrol police car. Think that guy got stabbed. Later at the bus-stop, 1N just left, and we found out that it's the last one, at 5.30am... F him!Walked to Somerset MRT. He played hide&amp;amp;seek in the MRT with me.. I wondered.. have he grown up.. By the time we reach AMK MRT station, It's already morning peak hour. Went to AMK Park's Mac. had our breakfast and slept awhile there. I told Evan ghost stories and he got shocked TWICE. SUPER FUNNY. Oh yeah, while crossing the green barrier, usually on wide streets, I told him there's red ants! He shouted and stayed calm.. Then later he screamed and jumped, his right foot got stuck in between the railings and his bird hit the tip of the railing! I LAUGHED darn loud. Super idiot. Walked home separately after that.. Slept at 9am..&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, there's this Feng Shui person.. come to our house.. Don't wanna describe barh... Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday... boring day.. I supposed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday.. boring day I think... Yes, today, there's seriously an idiot girl. She's from a famous school I think, she got down the bus, and was listening to her MP3, and we were heading for the same condo, walking behind her a few metres, I was bouncing my ball, she stared at me twiced, and there was a time, when I was looking at my ball, she stopped, I looked up and got shocked while the ball rolled away. She gave me a blood-thristy stare and walked at a faster pace. She tapped for the condo back gate to be opened, and just gave herself enough space for her to go through, she tried slamming the gate but it did not close, eventually I got to the gate, and swing it open, making a loud crash. Whistled at the crash of the gate, stared at her and stomped off. Went back home and told my mum about a crazy girl story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday! I remember yesterday! Left school with Myo and went home. Didn't even got to rest and went to meet Deborah to get the recipe for her cake. Later met Jinfa, Jirayu and Myo at AMK Hub. Last minute, called father to fetch us to Kallang. He reached in 5mins, what an efficient taxi! The ride there was funny as usual, with the crappy father and me... Hehheh.. Better not to mention.. I think? Got there, saw JiaHao! My Kindergarten friend. Came to see Kobe too. Had dinner at KFC. Arcade for awhile, heh, haven't lost touch although I have not played daytona for a while, in fact, I got better at expert! K.. continue.. Walked to Singapore Indoor Stadium, it's so grand okay. When we went in, it's totally exciting and amazing, the rows of seats declined down slowly to a basketball court, with Asean VS Singapore. Not interested, and found out.. Kobe is not gonna play.. His entrance.. was fanstatic, shall post the video soon. It's boring larh.. to be true.. but it's really an experience. Waiting for the on-call taxi after that, it did not turn up after 30mins, got pissed as we're rushing to Wisma to get Myo's new shoes. Walked around and finally, at 9.20, got a taxi. Rushed down to Nike Singapore. OMG, saw Kobe IV, GOLD. I wanna buy one la... Myo bought it... and I am so jealous... So eye catching can.. Walked to cine to buy my FredPerry.. But unfortunately, it's closed. Took the MRT, home. On the MRT, I threw a plastic bag into Myo's shoe paper bag. When he left, he secretly left the plastic bag in my hoodie! Darn! Didn't realise.. Later, I helped Jinfa adjust his hoodie.. and secretly.. left it in his hoodie! When I told him I left a present with me like how Myo said to me, he smsed me CB! I was smiling, truly smiling like an idiot on the MRT. Walked home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today! Day was good! Saw Myo in his striking gold Kobe IV. I slept for 2 lessons, and I was really asleep. After waking up, still very blur and messed up my hair, trying to wake up mentally from the long sleep.. While walking out of the class going to the canteen to buy 'makan pao', teacher scolded me for making the screen stuck inside again, hello! I was Seeellleeeeeee-ping. Took it as a joke and jumped stupidly trying to get the screen down. Then, I tried to hold on to the screen container and it broke and came crashing down, someone brought me a chair.. and I stood on it.. examined it blurly.. After some while, I just left, planning to get my 'makan pao'. Went to the toilet to wash my hands from the dust, and decided to go back and fix it. Washed my face with the remaining water on my palms and went into the class. Broke the other side of the support and fixed it my way. Well, it turned out perfect. Got my paos and ate them in class. After school, went to find Jinfa and played basketball for awhile. NPCC, we had archery! Super slack, we shot a few times and had a few hours walking around the school, just me and Jin. Talked to my maths buddy.! Hah.. Then Channel treat me to bubbletea, I won in the bet of archery! Boarded 76..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this girl, okay, I was sitting at the back of the double-decked bus, and there's only me there, and this girl was sitting 2 o' clock my direction at the nearest couple seat. She turned from her right and looked at me, for a few times, a time, while answering her phone. Was talking to Deborah, so I didn't realise something, or maybe, I don't even do. She alighted at the same bus-stop as me, and walked in the same condo as me. I walked faster and she caught up. Later in the lift, there were only the both of us, and she was carrying seriously lots of things in her hands.. So I asked her which floor, and she smiled at me for a few seconds, and said 8. Weird.. 8... 8... Then I found out.. She's Ling Mei Jiao's daughter! Wah.. shocked... Didn't help her take her things.. The last time I saw her was CNY.. and I was crying..! I hope they think that I am sick or what... Brother was in the same school as her before and contact them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy, truly happy. Sleeping early starting from the past few days, learned from someone! And she's already sleeping! Wakakaka, lol, night peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-7467237500055902916?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/7467237500055902916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=7467237500055902916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/7467237500055902916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/7467237500055902916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/07/happiness-longest-post.html' title='Happiness. Longest post.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-5977717036604092713</id><published>2009-07-16T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:09:30.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories, stopped.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359059387244870466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sl80HoLz-0I/AAAAAAAABJs/DQ6lqr2JWJo/s320/140720092244.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really remember what the past few days were like.. oh.. Suddenly, remembered.. Tuesday, after a long day with basketball, went to the stadium with my friend. Gonna try 2.4km. Walked pass MinYi, twice, and I did not notice her. Till my friend who had not even walked pass her, noticed her already. 2.4km.. Think I ran extra, time estimated to be 9min+. Did a few pull-ups, chitchat and went home.. ZR, sucks.. after such a tiring day, I was supposed to sleep at 10.. He asked me to do him a favour.. And ended up sleeping at 1.15am.. And he's super troublesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday.. I came home, exhausted, inside me. Took a short nap, and read the book I asked my mum to buy. Super.. nice. Read and totally forgot my dinner and the time.. Slept late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359059379029289890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sl80HJlEK6I/AAAAAAAABJc/6SrIibRZhN0/s320/160720092247.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.. Left at 12.20pm.. For NPCC. Supposed to leave at 1.30pm, but we left at 3.30pm. Reached East Coast, and.. did duty to handle small cute kids! Haha.. Yeah.. Today, I sent my mum to Wisma Atria to queue for Kobe Tour tickets. Supposed to get a pair, my dad came in the middle of the queue and cut in. So I got 4 tickets now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359059382621873954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sl80HW9mpyI/AAAAAAAABJk/vgqvIeEuW5E/s320/160720092246.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a slight headache, sleeping.. Oh, my auntie is darn cute, she so old liao still create facebook. Her short form.. Pro. Sigh.. ha. Should be closing down this blog, or delete it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-5977717036604092713?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5977717036604092713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=5977717036604092713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5977717036604092713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5977717036604092713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/07/memories-stopped.html' title='Memories, stopped.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sl80HoLz-0I/AAAAAAAABJs/DQ6lqr2JWJo/s72-c/140720092244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-1757895323973513106</id><published>2009-07-13T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:12:40.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mysterious sketch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sls_7xh89rI/AAAAAAAABJU/Zkl3xdAKzJY/s1600-h/110720092236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357946477827913394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sls_7xh89rI/AAAAAAAABJU/Zkl3xdAKzJY/s400/110720092236.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So addicted  to making rose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was supposed to reach school at 6.30am or basketball, but I reached there at 7.15am instead. School starts with.. Temperature taking... Chinese and maths. I have to change seats everytime I go in the class now. And all the people inside will laugh at me, not funny okay, the class is getting filled up more and more as each day pass. Won't I have a seat one day? Then.. CE, left class earlier to brief juniors. Later, basktball during recess. Then.. Chemistry, english and SS. During SS, after having a tiff with Myo during english lesson. I started grabbing my pen and vigorously sketched something randomly. Think, I finished it in minutes. I guess I need some peace from what I can see from the picture.. Sigh..&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357946438824670498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sls_5gO2tSI/AAAAAAAABJM/GalPlF_07Tg/s400/130720092239.jpg" /&gt;Basketball after school, uncle very kind! Let us play till 3.30pm. Then homed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously can't think of boys being so petty... It's like omg..? Childish..? Coward..? Sians.. turn me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night people, sleep early, wake early, body good. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-1757895323973513106?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1757895323973513106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=1757895323973513106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/1757895323973513106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/1757895323973513106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/07/mysterious-sketch.html' title='The mysterious sketch.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/Sls_7xh89rI/AAAAAAAABJU/Zkl3xdAKzJY/s72-c/110720092236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-679876490124478394</id><published>2009-07-12T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:00:37.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No expressions.</title><content type='html'>What we have now, is abit of love, bad momories and lastly, the bond. I found out, it's what kept us till now, the bond that cannot be seen, no matter how much you strain to see, cannot be broken, no matter what happens, no matter how far we are. It's what we had molded up from time, with a little bit of everything. Bond, hurts and relieves, it can never be severed, but can only be hidden deep inside one's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Kobe Tour! And I think, gonna buy his 2nd signatured shoe! Kobe Dream Season! Wah~Wah~Wah~.... Okay, gonna wake up early tomorrow. Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-679876490124478394?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/679876490124478394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=679876490124478394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/679876490124478394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/679876490124478394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-expressions.html' title='No expressions.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-1754159561385578496</id><published>2009-07-11T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:12:02.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Napfa 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wednesday, Kinda forget about that day.. Haha ps. 1 hour of basketball because of Girl's Napfa. Argh.. can't remember anything. Only, I remember I returned home at 4pm+. Slacked and hugged a foiled plate for cake to sleep..? Woke up abruptly from a call and found out, it's 7.30pm! Packed the photos I needed to print and rushed out of home. Taxi down to Amk Ave 10. Met Jinfa, the photoshop closed. Then went to J8 together. Printing that time, alot kpos looking. Then here's the funny part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinfa stood at the Polar cake shop and put one of his arm on the counter. After a few seconds when he finally caught the attention of the shop tenders, he said very softly... do you sell birthday knife..? Repeated about thrice. The chinese girl don't understand and called a malay girl. She said, orh. N0. Super suck can. Then we went to Sweet Secrets which is just opposite their shop. When we asked her, she just give us! And she's very shy alright! I can't hear what she's saying. The the girls at the Polar shop were laughing when we walked pass the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55 then 76 home. Did not wave byebye to Jinfa, as he's dressing like a soldier going to brush teeth and prepare for bed. So I did the brushing teeth action to him while he pointed middle finger at me... Homed, frosted the cake with cream and decorated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, it's kinda boring kinda kinda boring. Slacking day again I supposed, during chinese lesson, went down to drink fishball soup. LOL. After school still meeting until 3.15pm. Went home at 5.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, it's slacking day. No lessons at all, two teachers never come. And we friends were sharing to each other ghost stories, Ms Lam scared me alright! Napfa for boys that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICP: 46, aim, 48.&lt;br /&gt;SBJ: 227, aim, 245+.&lt;br /&gt;SR: 9.3s, aim, below 8.64s.&lt;br /&gt;S&amp;amp;R: 48, aim, was 44!&lt;br /&gt;SU: 58, aim, 56+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super fed up, didn't know I would slide on the concrete ground. Stopped myself but scorched my palm. Now, more injuries. Make rose, blisters, holes, blue-black. Nearly fell on wet soil, skin scrapped off plus blood clot. Shuttle-run, scrapped more of the skin. Imagine what my palm is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny thing.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee: wah, today ah, he eat, eh.. what's the medicine call.. erm..&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: Viagra.&lt;br /&gt;Boys: Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee: next time you eat and do as fast as him la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only do 38 ICP last year. This year, 46! And my S&amp;amp;R always B, this year A! Now 5 stations everything A. Waiting for 2.4km run! Heh, after Napfa, played basketball with classmates. Using only one hand. Lol. Mr Lee so caring. In the middle of the match, he help me disinfect my palm. Thanks! The wind is darn strong that day, we stopped the game usually to enjoy it. So, the guy who have the ball just paused there and AHHHHhhhhh.. Went home with Jinfa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, woke up at 7.15am. Prepared and had tuition. After tuition, continued to catch some sleep till 1+??! Omg, Can't sleep today again I guess. Watched anime. Went to Serangoon Garden Sushi Tei for dinner. On the way... my crappy brother again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: 哦，什么学校？什么什么Northlight ah?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: 给那种low IQ 的。&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Oh... sot sot de ah?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: 不是sot sot 的啦。&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Retarded 啦？&lt;br /&gt;Dad: 不是啦。&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Orh.. sot sot de lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are in good mood today.. Reached Sushi Tei. VIP seats! Ordered for more than 4 people's meal. I ordered 6 dishes I guess. Dad flirt with the waitress. Asked for her surname, she said Lun. Then my father anyhow link, aiya, Lun Ling same larh, later you tell your boss 20% discount for us. Lame.. While waiting for my food, made a rose. Lol! Post next time. Left Sushi Tei and went to J8 NTUC. In the NTUC, bro was forced to carry the basket for mum. Then I kept adding in things into the basket. And he was like screaming MI AH MI AH, NA LA. HEN ZHONG LEH. We were loling all the way. Went home. Going to sleep peeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-1754159561385578496?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1754159561385578496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=1754159561385578496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/1754159561385578496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/1754159561385578496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/07/napfa-2009.html' title='Napfa 2009'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-291317349528922061</id><published>2009-07-07T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:55:42.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth it..?</title><content type='html'>Didn't sleep yesterday I guess.. Lights on for the whole night.. Woke up... Or just open eyes and went to prepare... Reached school... chat with guard, then Ms Ming say good morning to me! Lol.. To everyone larh.. weird.. Met up with friends at bb court. Went to chop place with Myo. Played with him, nearly fell down, wet soil again. Palm got scratched... Super sian can.. Han already very pain and uncomfortable due to rose making and now... 1 big peel and a few black spots under the skin.. Blood clot.. pain.. Morning I played like suck, seriously suck. Practically, everyone on my team, Issac, Myo and CiJing, air-ball, miss, ball spin on the rim but ever go in... Sians.. Chinese, felt like going home. Not enough sugar again... Chem, was fun, QiaoDan and Jin never come. QiaoDan siao can? 10 people come find him only he hide at home till now. Maths was bored... Yeah.. got scolded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess, ate with Myo first and went to the basketball court. Nice game this time, both team have good team work and yeah nice pose for skills... Chem, Maths then Physics... Physics was fun with lots of craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to J8 with ZR, Wainee and Victoria. The first thing when we alighted, was ZR's friend saying hello to him. Serious... His connection very wide. Mine still not bad larh... Don't dare go recognise... Usually beat them up in P school... Lol! Joking, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wish to post the shopping. Thanks Wainee! Lots! I don't know why, I've been smiling the whole day till I reach home.. Ms Yeo teaching and scolding me I still smilesmile.. Lol. Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-291317349528922061?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/291317349528922061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=291317349528922061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/291317349528922061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/291317349528922061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/07/worth-it.html' title='Worth it..?'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-180345926773090965</id><published>2009-07-07T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:05:05.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough 2nd day</title><content type='html'>Again, woke up at 11am plus today. NOBODY HOME, again. Rose, rose. People order, must make. 2pm, mum came back, with everything I need! She rocks... Sians again.. whole day rose. Now... my fingers are like, blue-black? Hardened and rough skin due to superglue? Holes...?! Sigh.. Pain... So 辛苦。Going sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for the short post! School tomorrow. Oh, I love reading Jinfa's blog. So interesting and funny. Hope he can update everyday. Now he's a flu pig. Cannot go school tomorrow. Pray that he don't die okay? Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-180345926773090965?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/180345926773090965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=180345926773090965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/180345926773090965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/180345926773090965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/07/tough-2nd-day.html' title='Tough 2nd day'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-6577263717887229527</id><published>2009-07-06T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:55:24.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses misery.</title><content type='html'>Woke up fairly at 11 today. Had korean noodle for breakfast, as parents are home-away again. Started making roses, roses and roses. Been making roses for the whole day, nothing else. Sorry ZR, I asked you to go to the run but I did not go. Dinner, congee. Roses, roses and roses. Bathed and yah, was thinking whether I should post a video on how to make paper rose on youtube. Fingers are rugged with superglue and many blisters on them..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I hate copy cats..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night peeps..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-6577263717887229527?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6577263717887229527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=6577263717887229527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/6577263717887229527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/6577263717887229527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/07/roses-misery.html' title='Roses misery.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-2931977949395188222</id><published>2009-07-05T00:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:10:39.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baking failures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, rise and shine at 7.15am today. Bathed and slacked till 7.30am... I don't think I slacked, there isn't any time anyway. Tuition was cool with Partial Fraction, because, I didn't moan nor whine a bit. Guess I've grown up, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tuition, prepared materials and started baking cake. Problem, shape of the cake, cream thickness and decoration. Still so many problems left. Argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/ragon36/?action=view&amp;amp;current=040720092200.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/ragon36/040720092200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/ragon36/?action=view&amp;amp;current=040720092201.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/ragon36/040720092201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After baking for a few hours, went to have lunch... wait, I think I forgot to have lunch... Shit.. I remembered I forgot to have lunch when I was blogging about lunch! Sobs... nevermind, took a nap while parents head out to a wedding. The nap lasted for 4 hours... Lol...! Started making roses after parents left. Did alot of research on cakes today...! Like a luna. Mum's mixer woke me up at 6+. She was inventing 'something' too. Had my dinner and went to bake. This time, she bought most of the things I needed. Tried something new and went to continue making roses while waiting. Later, frost the cake with cream, the cream still sucks, gonna use the other method tomorrow. Home clothes I was wearing was dirtied with flour, paste and etc... Lol. Bathed and yeah.. Continued making roses.. Blisters coming out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/ragon36/?action=view&amp;amp;current=040720092202.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/ragon36/040720092202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess there'll be Charity run tomorrow. Was typing about roses just now and my nose just bled. Quite a few times today... Argh... Sleep early people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/ragon36/?action=view&amp;amp;current=050720092204.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/ragon36/050720092204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love cannot even be compared to a universe,&lt;br /&gt;nor to Bermuda Triangle in mystery.&lt;br /&gt;Compared to love, magic doesn't stand a chance.&lt;br /&gt;The skies and seas, not as vast as love.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling no one can define,&lt;br /&gt;The responsibility that can't be striped without pain.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling this world needed to exist.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;it never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I increased the size of my words and more paragraphs, because of some complain kings and queens! Does what I wrote up there sound like a poem..? Night, night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-2931977949395188222?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2931977949395188222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=2931977949395188222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/2931977949395188222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/2931977949395188222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/07/baking-failures.html' title='baking failures.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-1458668200199829300</id><published>2009-07-03T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:03:30.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing never again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up as early as usual although there isn't school. Met Mikaela at AMK mac to have breakfast. She's super irritating while I am having my morning bite. It's like bringing a kid out for breakfast! Walked around the AMK Hub and she got scolded by the security, reason? Too childish! Then we left for Orchard, and slacked at Food Republic. Later, walked to cineleisure while she's being hyper. Watched Ghost of Girlriends Past. It's a really nice show with meanings! Touching.... Then, Mikaela so cold-blooded, not touched and was still smiling. Here's the horor part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A silent part during the movie. This time, I really heard it. It's... scary.. It's like howling, calling for someone... Creeps me out. It sounded like this... GUUUUUUuuuu-WUUUUUUUOEK. I heard it a few times actually but not so clear. It's Mikaela's stomach growling! I looked at her, and she act like nothing happened at first, then she started to smile and laughed embarrassly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, brought her to HK cafe. Lunch time and the place was crowded. Took quite a while to order the food and yeah, after the food, Strawberry Snow Ice again. And again, she fed me the whole ball of ice-cream. I was like shivering after that. Later, walked around and slacked. Sent her to the bus-stop after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Victoria after that.She's shopping... what a woman, lol. Walked to cineleisure and went to check for Transformer slots first. 5-7 slots blinking yellow okay. I waas so exciting about it. While waiting for the movie to start. We went to KFC to eat and chat. Transformer 2, it lasted for about 3hrs approximately. And this time round, it's a disgrace. It just sucks totally. The point isn't there, concentrated on everyone rather than someone, and it's too long for me to fall asleep. While leaving from Cineleisure, saw Wilbur and YiYang. Meh, they agreed and said, only low IQ people says Transformer 2 is nice. And Victoria goes like, Oh, although Prime is a robot, but I still find him handsome... Crap on the way to MRT and homed. Having tuition 7.30am tomorrow. Night Peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, of course Megan Fox is hot, but I don't know why, I have no interest in her. Simply, I don't have any Idols. I already have one all along actually! Mikaela!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-1458668200199829300?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1458668200199829300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=1458668200199829300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/1458668200199829300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/1458668200199829300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/07/outing-never-again.html' title='Outing never again?'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-8676684016489851055</id><published>2009-07-02T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:59:06.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10minutes before bed post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sugar rush post, I am going to sleep! Today, went to fetch Myo and Jin in my father's car. Was late, and I was about to get ride 'cow' from Jin. Dangerous boy. Reached school, basketball. I suck, played like shit infront of so many people.. Lesson time.. Called my friends and sms them. School was somehow slacking, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was sleeping, someone kept my phone. I didn't know, I woke up, and ask the someone to take out my phone. You know... people who just woke up have no mood one. And I gave that person a last chance to take it out if not I will give him a punch in the face... Jeremy took out and put it on my table. I punched him and left my fist there.. He continued talking and blood splashed out.. Later in the toilet, he showed me his teeth. 4, bent in. and two basins, all blood... 2 bengs in the toilet just nice go in while I enter the toilet to smoke. One of them, eh, bleed arh? You go drink sweet water, sweet water can stop bleeding. He so good and cute can? Lol. Later, Jeremy left the school to the dentist, and you know what he told his parents? He fell down. Shit sia, Rayson violent kid. Anyway, regretted punching him luh... such a nice guy.. although he suck la. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess... hm... Kay larh.. normal day.. Lol. Myo did his forfeit, only 12 bags though, asked for LiTing's number and did not do some.. Super funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353904389311950850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SkzjrQZX8AI/AAAAAAAABIM/9NaQhvNz33M/s400/020720092187.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;While we were leaving class, I think I hit the lights with the ball. The fluorescent light just came off so I just have to put it back. While I am at the top, Jinfa jokejoke and took a book and whacked it. The fluorescent light dropped on my eye and smashed on the floor. Pain luh... I acted angry and yelled at Jin. Then grabbed the table and flinged at him. So violent today, lol. He gave me the ' serious very sorry while still happy face' to me. Then I laughed at him, and he tried to clear the mess. Myo said, just leave it there. After he swept everything up, he scattered them again... And I shattered more of it. No one knows, no one will say, so we just left the class, happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, played basketball, there's CCA today so can play, no uncle to chase us off! Were sacked from backstage helper. So we went home. Homed, prepared and slept. So early right! Lol. My mum is super cute and darn irritating please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayson: 咪，你要把什么放进去搅？&lt;br /&gt;Mum: 机器啦。&lt;br /&gt;This question repeated alot, alot of times, and she just don't get me. I was so pissed that I started to talk to her with many hand signs. I looked like I am talking to a retard or someone whose senses are handicapped. Serious eh, you put machine into the machine to make fresh cream?! You put whipped cream into the machine to geet whipped cream?! Dinner was great, I was eating, and I asked mum to stay put beside me. Then I asked her to wrap the fillings up in lettuce and put it in my mouth. Lol. There's unagi, otah and pork. Eat until darn shiok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to sleep luh, night, I think I typed too much...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-8676684016489851055?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8676684016489851055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=8676684016489851055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/8676684016489851055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/8676684016489851055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/07/10minutes-before-bed-post.html' title='10minutes before bed post.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SkzjrQZX8AI/AAAAAAAABIM/9NaQhvNz33M/s72-c/020720092187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-386431138017932824</id><published>2009-07-01T20:57:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:41:53.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first baking lesson.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, shall fill up for yesterday, pardon me for sleeping early, too early. Er-hem, yesterday... School was as crappy and that time round, I stuck the thermometer into my mouth, it's another one I found in between the cardboard, not the armpit one, so don't get disgusted. Well.. There's lots of thermometers scattered around my house... Spoiled and working ones.. Just take and use. After school, played basketball till the uncle chase us out, and ate at the coffee shop again. So... when I got back home, bathed and chatted with M.Chia. While chatting with her, I brought in a mountain plate full of lettuce, I didn't realised I finished it when talking to her... Don't find it weird, it's just a healthy diet for a healthy lifestyle! After chatting, lay down on the bed, 7pm, I shut my eyes and off to sleep... Woke up at 11pm, to have DINNER! I pity my mum luh... There's still half-filled of fried rice in the rice cooker... Slept officially at 12am sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/ragon36/?action=view&amp;amp;current=300620092181.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/ragon36/300620092181.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/ragon36/?action=view&amp;amp;current=300620092183.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/ragon36/300620092183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after so much of rest, I still can't seem to wake up... Anyway, reached school 10 mins before 7.30am. So did not join the guys for morning basketball. Went back to class and there isn't maths lesson for 40mins. Cool right, because of H1N1 and the late coming teacher. PE, Mr Lee whipped out his handphone from his pocket, and showed everyone that there's a thunder storm at that time currently. He was smiling! Geez... means no basketball for us. Took height and weight, I swear that machine got problem, I was 173cm since the last check-up for Hillary Challenge. Now, I am 171cm, and Jinfa is 172cm. And.. I am 59KG. Increased by 4kg... After H&amp;amp;W, Mr Lee walked around stupidly at the basketball court shining his handphone to teachers and other classes. Lol, he'll get struck won't he? Slacked in the canteen instead, chatted with Clique, yeah... Every lesson is super funny luh, laughter just won't end. After school, when we were walking to the basketball court, the guard stared at us, lol! We stopped for a while and everybody started to babble different things to the guard, lol. So we ended up saying we're going to find teacher. Left school and ate at coffee shop, again. Then Myo and YihFan came to my house to do homework. I went to bake cake! Gave them fruits so they won't say I ill-treat them... While waiting for the cake to be baked, we played Jenga! Super funny, look at the video, and before the video, Myo was like screaming, screaming like a girl and a voice I never heard before. 5 games, 5 forfeits, 4 Myo's and 1 YihFan's, I am a pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/ragon36/?action=view&amp;amp;current=010720092184.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/ragon36/010720092184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they aren't those daring ones, the forfeits seem simple.&lt;br /&gt;Forfeit 1: Carry Jinfa on Loser's back and walk around the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;Forfeit 2: Carry 15 bags at a time with a photo taken.&lt;br /&gt;Forfeit 3: Cover Jinfa's head with his shirt from the back.&lt;br /&gt;Forfeit 4: Get LiTing's number.&lt;br /&gt;Forfeit 5: Chew a mouthful of burger and show it to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8d86a3ccbd4e7e87" 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://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8d86a3ccbd4e7e87%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331637398%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB22547B87F66CE11518C323B1577FC17C1287A1.32019D1B07A95210F86C0072965CC191E1185949%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d86a3ccbd4e7e87%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJk_dc9pVYfVv8XaoSHZUuEtjTgA&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://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8d86a3ccbd4e7e87%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331637398%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB22547B87F66CE11518C323B1577FC17C1287A1.32019D1B07A95210F86C0072965CC191E1185949%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d86a3ccbd4e7e87%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJk_dc9pVYfVv8XaoSHZUuEtjTgA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add on: This is definitely a heart-pounding thriller that'll pull you into it until it ends. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticed why the some of the forfeits were about Jinfa? Cause if you make him, you'll either end up being punched and kicked, for those irritating ones. And tickled or nipples pinched if you're like me... Shh... I hope he doesn't see this today, or he'll be aware of those that Zaw Myo's gonna do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake did not turn out good... As I did not pre-heat the oven, it turned into 'egg cake'. and the cream, is whipped cream, not cream.. Strawberries, sour. Gonna try again tomorrow. Gonna work! Was about to doze off on bed after bath, but woke up and ate a plate of broccoli and dinner... Don't wanna sleep so early without dinner again... Today Michelle smsed me what to bring tomorrow, I thought it was M.Chia, lol, why would a girl from other school sms me what to bring? Argh.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/ragon36/?action=view&amp;amp;current=010720092185.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/ragon36/010720092185.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/ragon36/?action=view&amp;amp;current=010720092186.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/ragon36/010720092186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7MmEMrCRfc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7MmEMrCRfc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson's moonwalk, fantastic, isn't it? One great man off the world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvMLREePkyY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvMLREePkyY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is super cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nAj1cSmViVk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nAj1cSmViVk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is umber funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to share these videos with you guys long ago. Just, no time to put it here. Enjoy, night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-386431138017932824?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8d86a3ccbd4e7e87&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/386431138017932824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=386431138017932824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/386431138017932824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/386431138017932824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-baking-lesson.html' title='The first baking lesson.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-4064568884505425117</id><published>2009-06-29T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:29:32.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H.B.L.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's assume I had a good day.. The weather was cool and yeah.. Slacking day. Reached school, walked pass 3 teachers to get in... Ms Ming, Ms Toh then Mr Leong.. freak... Then head over to the canteen to queue up and take temperature. So I stuck it under my armpit and waited... Super troublesome.. Went over to the basketball court to find friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson was fine, as usual, had lots of craps and laughter with friends. Recess, played basketball! I just suck at passing and dribbling after not playing for a month. First ball, feint, some one or people was behind chasing after me, I ran towards the line, did 360 turn back and rolled the ball in. Myo and Jinfa were screaming and the others were laughing... Grabbed the most score I guess. Old Monday's timetable was great.. Now.. It's totally screwed up I swear.. PE at the end of the day... after recess on Friday..?! Sigh... Okay, so after school, more basketball, and when the guard chased us out of school claiming that there isn't CCA today so we couldn't stay. Went to coffee shop to have lunch with Jin and Myo. After that, left for bus-stop.. and they left without me again.. Sat by the bus-stop with many things running through my mind again. With the slight drizzle and momentum gust of wind.. Just so relaxing. Slept on the bus while standing, and one uncle purposely squeeze in the gap beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home.. took a bath and watched 3 episodes of Pupuden. Dots... lol. I guess you all know what I'm talking about. And after that, I fell asleep! Woke up at 7+ to have dinner and do homework. Cheers man, nobody handed up homework for today. Just now, my super crap brother again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: 咪啊！咪哦！&lt;br /&gt;Mum: 什么事？&lt;br /&gt;Bro: ‘它’又来了！快点。&lt;br /&gt;Mum: 哎哟，‘它’喜欢你的房间吗。&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Walao, 我很像欠‘它’钱了，昨天把‘它’丢掉，‘它’今天又来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with mum in the kitchen while brother came screaming like this. I thought it was a cockroach again, as usual. But it's a grasshopper.. He just came back from Batam yesterday and found a grasshopper in his room, today, another one. I guess he brought back the whole family in his luggage from Batam. Did some homework, and yeah, sleeping early. Night people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the day'&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Tan: Jeremy uh, your hair, is very long.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: What? I cut already okay? You siao arh?&lt;br /&gt;Crappers: LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-4064568884505425117?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4064568884505425117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=4064568884505425117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4064568884505425117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4064568884505425117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/06/hbls.html' title='H.B.L.S'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-5197018952675909031</id><published>2009-06-28T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:46:13.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School starting!</title><content type='html'>Heyo! I haven't started a question of my holiday assignment. Viva Gloria! Lol. Okay.. so.. today. Bro came back from Batam. The first thing I saw when I came out of toilet. The amount of donuts! 2 boxes I think, different varieties. Took a plate and choose, and left. The second time I took a donut, before I even sat down and watch anime, it's already gone.. Lol, yummy. School's starting tommorrow... Sians... The teacher... The people who hate me.... Argh... going bathe! Night peeps! Good luck for tommorrow... for what.. I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-5197018952675909031?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5197018952675909031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=5197018952675909031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5197018952675909031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5197018952675909031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/06/school-starting.html' title='School starting!'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-5995123535499953624</id><published>2009-06-26T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T02:16:51.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days home-run</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone..! Back from home-run. So yeah.. blog about these few days right..!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1. Woke up around 12pm and went to prepare. Mum asked me to go to Vivo first to have lunch. Reached there and had dim-sum at food republic. Later, ZR, Wainee, YihFan and Jeremy came. Walked around Vivo and got Jenga at Toy Arh Rus. Met up with Victoria and off to Vivo with mum going back to Orchard to date daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Beach Station, waited and took the wrong tram which go to the Tanjong beach, so sat back and walked there.. couldn't check in because of the very gl and cock up attitude of their service, well... need an 18 and above adult... Slacked and had our lunch at the chalet. I bought a green-apple ice-blended and sat with Victoria and ZR. While we were talking and eating, both of them sip sip here sip sip there, I eat finish, want to drink, left 3 pearl. Kiefer reached and checked us in. Room is darn small compared to the picture luh.. Still.. nevermind.. settled in and.. slack. Went down and played billard with Kiefer and ZR. ZR lost to Kiefer pathetically.. I lost to Kiefer by 1 ball. Then ZR hot, he won me! Played around with many things till around 9pm plus, sent Victoria and YihFan off and headed back to chalet. Ferfer taught us a drinking game.. and it's very fun.. In the end, 5 people, 3 drunk and 2 sober. Me and Kitty took care of ZR first. He drunk until very jialat. Go toilet sit near the toilet bowl and vomit.. then sleep there. Kiefer act caring, put ZR in pain. Hm.. I don't know Jeremy or ZR vomitted first.. So either after or before ZR... Jeremy also vommitted. Played Jenga and left ZR in the toilet. Lol, Wainee loss and... went to the toilet to kiss ZR. Got alot of kissing videos.. Might post it.. Hehheh.. carried ZR on to bed and Jeremy went to rest. Wainee suddenly climbed out of bed and WUULERRRRHH. Floor and toilet bowl... Ya.. there's carrot, tomato and red-yellow liquid with quite a density. After that.. everybody went to rest on bed, Kiefer and I plus don't know who were still awake, watched TV till 4.30 and sleep. While sleeping... my right arm was stuck under Jeremy and my palm was in between his cutting at the butt.. and my left body, was squashed by ZR. I tried to move without waking them, but couldn't.. Throughout the night, randomly, Kiefer will ask who farted. Aiyah.. really funny luh. Oh ya, Kiefer and I were slurping noodles while the others were on bed, attract them with the smell. Add-on.. we saw 3 ghost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2. 9.30am, Victoria came and we slacked... Kiefer continued to sleep while we went to Palawan. Threw away lots of noodles ZR's mum fried. Darn smelly... Rot over the night.. Took photos and.. left Palawan in a while. ZR and I swam across to the other side. Back to chalet, to meet YanZhang and YihFan. Slacked again.. then Bryan and Jonathan came. Played games, and I was forfeited to drink 15 cups of water. Pee.. I think 7-9 times at a go, very uncomfortable.. Went to Palawan after a while and yeah, everyone went this time. Vic did not post the sunset we took, super awesome. Played and OHYA, the tide became super low. Super, cause we swam for a while only and reached the other side already.. At the other side.. ZR and I were.. Hehheh... From the other side, we saw the other boys played catching.. Super cute, like monkeys, cause they ran with their arms in the air or what. Took photos and the sun really set... Went to bathe and yeah.. they abandoned me.. and went to Koufu first. Had dinner and walked back to chalet. Slack together and played, went down for table-football, my favourite arcade game.. Someone gave us free barbequed food! So lucky.. 11+ started the drinking game again. This time.. wasn't so fun.. Not high. But still very fun I guess.. Lol. Drank the most and fastest today... Got high and drowsy.. I don't know what I said... I think.. ZhengRong wore bikini and kissed Victoria! Haha! Hope he doesn't scold me for blogging this.. Vomitted abit.. The others played and I rested on the bed, then I don't know what happened, Everyone slept and I ended up on the floor... Darn.. don't know what they did to me. Then when I went on bed, I was facing ZR's butt, it's no more than 2 inches. While falling asleep, Victoria moved and used her butt to knock me. Cornered by two butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3. Woke up at 10+ and packed up. Nothing much bah. Went back to HarbourFront by bus and ate at a nearby coffee shop. Left for MRT, decided on where to go, Transformer or KTV. In the end, went to Serangoon for KTV. Cannot sing... sexy voice. Went back with XiaoLong and took 45. Bored way home and slept immediately after 1 episode of Naruto... Going talk to people on msn le. End here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-5995123535499953624?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5995123535499953624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=5995123535499953624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5995123535499953624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5995123535499953624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-days-home-run.html' title='3 days home-run'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-5646239912105249765</id><published>2009-06-22T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:17:36.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick.. with no reasons.</title><content type='html'>Sians.. I written alot and the blog came out with an error. So yeah, didn't go for the meeting today because I was sick.. Rested 1 whole day. People, go and pack your luggage and prepare for home run. Night.. Blogger wasted my time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-5646239912105249765?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5646239912105249765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=5646239912105249765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5646239912105249765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5646239912105249765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/06/sick-with-no-reasons.html' title='Sick.. with no reasons.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-5791399653061909801</id><published>2009-06-21T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:59:10.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backup plan?</title><content type='html'>Shall explain on the chalet. 24, 25, 26. 3days, 2nights. Ah, nothing explain, who want go can go. LOL.. Today... as bored.. I hope tommorrow.. will have something better.. Sigh.. everyone is busy.. overseas.. and due to the H1N1.. Aiya.. Sians luh.. After meeting... don't know what to do.. Night peeps... Days are boring.. Maybe I want to transfer to Balestier Hill. Heh heh.. Argh, night. Shortest post recently.. I guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-5791399653061909801?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5791399653061909801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=5791399653061909801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5791399653061909801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5791399653061909801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/06/backup-plan.html' title='Backup plan?'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-4702424163828775453</id><published>2009-06-20T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:12:55.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The free days recently.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday ! Was sleeping like a dead log when mum woke me up to answer a call from a teacher, in the end.. going back to school on Monday. Went to prepared myself to go out with mum! I was like slacking and mum got tired of waiting.. She wanna enjoy GSS you know.. On MRT, there's this girl.. standing real close to me, and when the train jerks, will nudge into each other. I don't mind... pretty girl.. sheesh.. Joking. Reached Wisma, alot of beautiful woman! They... were wearing a suit... in a big big bag covering their body giving out flyers.. Went to Taka to have Pepper lunch first. 30% off and it's like real cheap.. Today.. is dropping day... The cashier put the salad on the tray and it dropped. Because the tray is like.. protruding out..? And when my pepper steak come, I dropped the utensils...! Darn it... Spoiled my mood... This particular mum of a daughter kept looking at me, and when I look at her, she tends to look at another direction. Even her daughter gave her looks. It's like.. can you eat if people concentrates on you..? Shopped.. and bought a FI slim dazzling jeans, plus a FI backpack which I have been intending to buy since Jan, but because those normal backpacks always look alike.. so don't know which to buy. Snacked at Food Republic while we chatted. I saw! A very pretty woman! She let down her hair, and I was like.. blood gushing out of my nostrils while flying away.. Like korean.. She kept touching up every few 5 minutes.. and sort of adjust her hair.. Before we left, her friend came and mum was also like... wow, pretty. Most of my friends woke up between 3-4pm that day... What's wrong with them.. Took MRT back to AMK-Hub and met Deborah. Watched Land Of the Lost. 5/5 stars crappy, lame, and horny. There's 'fuck you' ! Serious.. go and watch.. You wouldn't think about the money you spent on watching it. After everything, walked Deborah home. But she asked me whether I wanted to see her dog. So I went up, after some time, I decided to leave, but they insist I stay for dinner. The dog.. barked when she saw me.. after some while.. She became.. calm..? Funny larh! Her name is Logan.... LOL. Chatted with Deborah in her room while using internet. Then had dinner, and chatted in the room again. Her mum came home and saw me, complimented on me, and talked about my face! ARghhhhh.. stupid pimple marks... After some while.. went downstairs to walk the dog. When the lift doors opened, the dog zoomed out. Hyper, seriously. She's a Jack Russell breed, so they are known for their hyper-active and tracking skills. Usually dogs of Police and Wealthy people. Deborah warned me not to unleash her... She'll disappear within your sight in seconds..? Next time, I think Tuesday, I will go her house and unleash Logan. Went back home at around 9.30 and yeah.. Watched anime and slept..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, eat, watch, sleep and repeated the routine. Bored man... Going out tommorrow.. anyone wanna jog..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-4702424163828775453?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4702424163828775453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=4702424163828775453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4702424163828775453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/4702424163828775453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/06/free-days-recently.html' title='The free days recently.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-5895772302743290773</id><published>2009-06-16T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:41:20.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Bro left for Batam yesterday morning, and it's gonna be 2 weeks later when he comes back. Mum said he'll be there, doing voluntary work and fixing their electricity circuits. I said, the island maybe still got some light, he go there, maybe no more light.. It's a funnier way though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347936725493167410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjewHgRJNTI/AAAAAAAABEs/g1JFWiDXa9A/s400/BYOUSOKU+5cm.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Byousoku 5 centimeter, 5 centimeters per second. Touching anime movie, as the genre is slice of life, it really is. Story line, A tale of two people, Tono Takaki and Shinohara Akari, they were close friends since young. This story was plotted around 1990s. So there weren't any phone or email to contact each other, simply, just by letter. 5 centimeters per second, is the falling of cherry blossoms during autumn season in Tokyo. After that day, when they last met, 6 months later, Akari sent Tanaki letters, and after some time, they decided to meet up. The reason why they are separated is because of their families. Tanaki was very late to meet her, although he knew she'd be gone by then, he still went there... Astonished, Akari was waiting for him. Akari cried and they sat down to munch on supper. On the way back to Akari's home as the train service had ceased, they reminisce of the past, and kissed under a cherry tree. The next morning came, and they left each other... again. As years pass, they communicate, lesser and lesser. Tanaki's life have been real simple... and mundane. He always typed messages, but have no recipient to send to... As they grow up, Akari had a husband, while Tanaki's life, is still as always. Once, they walked pass each other, at the same railway track, as they turned around to look at each other, the train sped pass their vision at each other, when the trains are gone, Tanaki was not there, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;Watched 5 minutes into a last episode of a drama, and I already realised something.. We'll get through this.. if you allow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked about others sometime later bah. Going to sleep..!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-5895772302743290773?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5895772302743290773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=5895772302743290773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5895772302743290773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/5895772302743290773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html' title='Love...'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjewHgRJNTI/AAAAAAAABEs/g1JFWiDXa9A/s72-c/BYOUSOKU+5cm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-773223576898468742</id><published>2009-06-15T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:43:43.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotting, actually.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU2eBqyqBI/AAAAAAAABEk/lCt4bQFoX-g/s1600-h/140620092170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347240022044223506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU2eBqyqBI/AAAAAAAABEk/lCt4bQFoX-g/s400/140620092170.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU2d58DmeI/AAAAAAAABEc/VloVRiZdzVU/s1600-h/140620092167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347240019969153506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU2d58DmeI/AAAAAAAABEc/VloVRiZdzVU/s400/140620092167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU2TB1UdpI/AAAAAAAABEU/5gOAw6sAZJ4/s1600-h/140620092166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347239833109821074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU2TB1UdpI/AAAAAAAABEU/5gOAw6sAZJ4/s400/140620092166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU2SvHZzII/AAAAAAAABEM/59tLU9OD4Kw/s1600-h/140620092163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347239828085394562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU2SvHZzII/AAAAAAAABEM/59tLU9OD4Kw/s400/140620092163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU2SYapWXI/AAAAAAAABEE/34drWpeIiy4/s1600-h/140620092161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347239821992089970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU2SYapWXI/AAAAAAAABEE/34drWpeIiy4/s400/140620092161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU2SNhV3PI/AAAAAAAABD8/4MFTllOYWGM/s1600-h/140620092159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347239819067383026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU2SNhV3PI/AAAAAAAABD8/4MFTllOYWGM/s400/140620092159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU2R9JXHrI/AAAAAAAABD0/o_oNceE9qhM/s1600-h/140620092130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347239814671834802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU2R9JXHrI/AAAAAAAABD0/o_oNceE9qhM/s400/140620092130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU13OmG5qI/AAAAAAAABDs/oAnVhq87h5Y/s1600-h/140620092128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347239355499341474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU13OmG5qI/AAAAAAAABDs/oAnVhq87h5Y/s400/140620092128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU128pSdHI/AAAAAAAABDk/JF0jNNiejVs/s1600-h/140620092126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347239350680843378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU128pSdHI/AAAAAAAABDk/JF0jNNiejVs/s400/140620092126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU12m2Rt6I/AAAAAAAABDc/p5IVgsGGVSk/s1600-h/140620092125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347239344829740962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU12m2Rt6I/AAAAAAAABDc/p5IVgsGGVSk/s400/140620092125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU12bIF6eI/AAAAAAAABDU/hEnXqd4jrrc/s1600-h/140620092120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347239341683239394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU12bIF6eI/AAAAAAAABDU/hEnXqd4jrrc/s400/140620092120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU12Dp3DTI/AAAAAAAABDM/PEsohsqHVYE/s1600-h/140620092118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347239335382420786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU12Dp3DTI/AAAAAAAABDM/PEsohsqHVYE/s400/140620092118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have just been rotting at home for the past few days. So... till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up.. Okay, supposed to wake up at 7 to prepare, but we woke up at 9. Prepared and yeah, we still arrived there as one of the earliest. Walked around the house... and waited for the buffet then the bride and groom to arrive. Take angbao and photos! Wah! My jiejie super sexy. Show whole back, plus side cuttings all the way up the thigh. But that's not the thing that got my attention. It's the cute new born baby! Uncle banana one. He also darn childish! More childish than me... He's already a father please.. So after everyone left from the house, we went back home to rest, I slept on the car once we start to leave. At home, watched anime and helped my mum to wash the bird-nest. Nothing to do mah.. Help lo.. Prepared and left house again for Jiejie's wedding dinner. Waited from 6+ to 8+ then the dinner start. Super funny, this chef, stuffed his tummy with fats, probably some things, and jumped and skipped around, hugging people from different table and went up to start the food distributing time. The baby, i think her name is Jermaine, got passed around for everyone to carry. She's darn cute ! My father's left shoulder, all soaked, the baby is like water tap, always got saliva coming out from her mouth one, then sneezed on my dad's shoulder ! Like tissue paper... I found out.. I become uncle already... Smallest auntie in our family is 7 years old, smallest uncle is 9 years old. From grandma, I think 5 generations liao. There's alot of funny thing larh, just couldn't remember.. or doesn't matter much until you get the joke there at that situation.. so.. just look at the pics !&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-773223576898468742?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/773223576898468742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=773223576898468742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/773223576898468742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/773223576898468742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/06/rotting-actually.html' title='Rotting, actually.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/SjU2eBqyqBI/AAAAAAAABEk/lCt4bQFoX-g/s72-c/140620092170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-8407323391004248627</id><published>2009-06-12T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:14:53.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted week over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't went MIA, just too lazy and tired to blog these few nights. Starting from... camp !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, It was bery bery tough. Mentally. I don't know when the heck I became the food and games IC. Made me super stress. I was like a monkey running around the school back and forth, from staff-room to all over the place, or from camp corp to all around the school. In the morning before camp, played basketball, used some of Jirayu's tricks. And back to using dagger steps of Nash. First day... tough means tough luh.. too long to remember about what happened. Just very happy, oh, everyone of them surrendered their handphones and electronic devices, except me, so I received some 'sweet messages', and the craps form my father. Which made me go dwaoooiioooooo... Yeah, think I cried infront of everybody, almost went crazy, seriously. Very stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, the day I think is the most stress one. Sherman, I don't know what's with him again. Everytime after any camp, he'll have the 'attitude'. I hope it doesn't last like the ones before. He'll lead, alright, that isn't the word to use. He doesn't act like a leader, but a conquerer, one who take things into his hands. I was just asking how to measure 3 metres, free-arm, kinda like casual question.. cause I was just pondering on it myself. He stood up from what he was doing, snatch the twine away from me commanded me to do what he was doing halfway through. I insist on not letting go the twine, so he got pissed and continued his stuff. Dang it, and Ben, keep trying to get me into trouble, I know they are good deep in, so yeah, doesn't matter, but he got me injured in a game. Which pissed me off with a kick on him with it. Jin helped me kinda most in any situation like always. Thanks lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day, the last day. Kinda disappointed, just abit. That I did not get best camper. Bias, I guess. This sir, helped him to do exam, and adores him alot. So in the end he got best camper. I did all the dirty jobs, handle most of the things that runs this camp for ourselves, Sherman responsibility wasn't minor either, Jin got best potential as always, stay put since sec 1, partly, I thought. Maybe he got cousins that are officers? Very happy for him to get best potential as always. What I was disappointed in, getting a shit most helpful award. Yeah, and someone, who didn't lead, who have no responsiblities, who passed exams because of aid, got the bc award. I rather not get any award. Homed, slept all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Monday. Went for a course, that gave me a super serious headache. Darn it, and I think I saw Michelle, the girl who grew up with me since Nursery. And, today, I found out, she's called Nicea Ng, not Michelle, like what my parents always call her when she was young. Shucks, she saw me.. and I realised, she have always been around me since the PK course. Slept at 7pm plus, till the next day.Tuesday, saw Mdm Faridah on the way to PHS. The lecture then games. Argh, just plain boring. Seriously. After that, went home and came out with parents to shop on BBQ stuffs for the next day. Bought beef and yeah, what you need for BBQ to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, woke up, watched anime and... went to fetch people to my house. The girls were playing hotel 626 in my room, so I went down, and secretly fetched ZR in as they didn't know ZR will come. Then slowly, Bryan, Wainee followed by Jinfa came. Played and swam, then started to BBQ. I didn't I was so good in BBQing ! I prepared all the food for them... Next time, I'll invite people who can BBQ to go. The chicken I BBQ-ed, totally nice ! Serious, it's cooked and super tasty with the marinated taste my mum made. Cause, I didn't make the charcoal too hot so that it won't burn the meat outside and the meat inside raw. Played at the pool, and they witnessed I can swim 30 or 40+ metres, 1.2metres resistance dept.. Not on surface. In the end, Only I packed up, thanks CK and Wainee for helping, though. The rest just sat there, waiting for us to be done so they can leave. Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday... woke up and started to watch anime. Family went to Johor to have a very nice Korean cuisine. I stayed home for don't know what reasons. I made my own lunch again. After they came back and I had just, bacon and potatoes plus banana for dinner. Went out with Bro and Father. They watched Pelham 123, while I watched Terminator, ALONE for the first time. I shall watch movies next time myself, it's alot better.. like what others commented. Homed.. and yeah, tired. No pictures, next time. 12pm tuition tommorrow, gotta prepare for bed !  Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-8407323391004248627?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8407323391004248627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=8407323391004248627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/8407323391004248627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/8407323391004248627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/06/exhausted-week-over.html' title='Exhausted week over.'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111114345871967938.post-259035822043016959</id><published>2009-06-04T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:48:00.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trouble people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A fast one, need to sleep..! So today... Course then exam.. crapped alot as usual. Then the mdm separated us. Fell asleep a few times but not as many times as yesterday's. Kinda like same.. went to Mac again to havea bite before going home. Fought with Jinfa on MRT, argh, sometimes good friends quarrel too.. I can't seem to land my fist on him lah... Hold him already got waterfall ready to flow liao. Homed, chitchat on msn and packed my bag for tommorrow's camp. Oh, camp.. I will be away for NCO camp till Sunday. So.. no contact. I bought snacks, cup noodles etc... thinking that it's a relax camp.. but all the answers to me were about the same... You wait long long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out something shocking today. Jirayu fought with a 'GUY'. I know, you know. He came in to play with Jirayu and co. Jirayu as usual, did his very nice tricks to pass the opponents. This guy got pissed somehow. And when Jirayu check the ball with this guy, this guy kick the ball hard away, and stared at Jirayu, then went to beat him. Sore-loser or finding trouble? And why Jirayu..? You're finding death so desperately.. Humble people are the devils, heard of this? The few people I know who are really lethal.. Tim.. Jon.. and Jirayu. I only respect and look upon these people, cause they are the real pros, like Tim.. pray to all kinds of God.. Jon.. train on any kind of things and places.. Jirayu, haha, he corrected and show me lethal MT things. And he's real fast... For example, the 100m sprint 2008, and high jump 2008, he's first for all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough, byebye~&lt;br /&gt;Take care people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111114345871967938-259035822043016959?l=unfaded-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/259035822043016959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111114345871967938&amp;postID=259035822043016959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/259035822043016959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111114345871967938/posts/default/259035822043016959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfaded-moments.blogspot.com/2009/06/trouble-people.html' title='trouble people'/><author><name>Rayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14778862480368890932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kK1vFA0Ytw/S-WJgYy1TvI/AAAAAAAABds/89BySofhkB4/S220/IMG_2409.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
