<?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-16637874</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:59:34.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;&lt;*ReAcH fOr InFiNiTy*&gt;&gt;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>&amp;lt;&amp;lt;*//infinity#&amp;gt;&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108351779226212970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16637874.post-115467705764655509</id><published>2006-08-04T00:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T00:37:37.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so i haven't posted for quite some time. there's just so much work all piling in suddenly, and all the teachers are like plotting to kill us or smth. what's with everything due after the 5 day break and all the stupid SAs and what nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna fail my physics. so what. i'm not taking it next year anyway. it pisses me off. especially the stupid SPA graph-plotting shit. i bet i was the only one in the class who drew a wobbly line lah. wth. i'm SUCH a loser. gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peiying, i know you don't like to be told not to be sad and stuff especially after all you've gone through, but i really don't know what to say and it seriously hurts me to see you looking so down and like you're about to cry anytime. and i know that it was really being veryvery insensitive of me to say that you were being annoying by looking so solemn all the time and having such a depressing point of view of looking at stuff that others would consider quite normal (like during philo? about the people being thrown off the ship? and you said "let them die lah. everyone has to die in the end anyway."). i was really kinda pissed at the way you were viewing things and i didn't exactly consider what you'd think if i told you you were being annoying by saying those stuff. and i suppose it was mainly because i wanted you to just get over with the whole incident and put it behind you because i do care about you and i'm sure that's what your grandfather would have wanted too. serious. and no, i don't want you to be prancey and happy because i know that's really hard for you right now, and you're  through a really hard time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm really, really sorry. please forgive me. ):&lt;br /&gt;and i love you so much peiying. please know that i care about you, and everyo donne does, because we all love you. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you need some time to cool off and you really don't want to be around me anymore, or if you find that there's no way you can ever stand me anymore after whatever i just said to you, please let me know, and i'll stay awngay. but no matter what, i'll always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peiying, i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;*//I achieved infinity today #*&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16637874-115467705764655509?l=reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/feeds/115467705764655509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16637874&amp;postID=115467705764655509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/115467705764655509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/115467705764655509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-so-i-havent-posted-for-quite-some_04.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;&amp;lt;*//infinity#&amp;gt;&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108351779226212970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16637874.post-115467704992930798</id><published>2006-08-04T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T00:37:29.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so i haven't posted for quite some time. there's just so much work all piling in suddenly, and all the teachers are like plotting to kill us or smth. what's with everything due after the 5 day break and all the stupid SAs and what nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna fail my physics. so what. i'm not taking it next year anyway. it pisses me off. especially the stupid SPA graph-plotting shit. i bet i was the only one in the class who drew a wobbly line lah. wth. i'm SUCH a loser. gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peiying, i know you don't like to be told not to be sad and stuff especially after all you've gone through, but i really don't know what to say and it seriously hurts me to see you looking so down and like you're about to cry anytime. and i know that it was really being veryvery insensitive of me to say that you were being annoying by looking so solemn all the time and having such a depressing point of view of looking at stuff that others would consider quite normal (like during philo? about the people being thrown off the ship? and you said "let them die lah. everyone has to die in the end anyway."). i was really kinda pissed at the way you were viewing things and i didn't exactly consider what you'd think if i told you you were being annoying by saying those stuff. and i suppose it was mainly because i wanted you to just get over with the whole incident and put it behind you because i do care about you and i'm sure that's what your grandfather would have wanted too. serious. and no, i don't want you to be prancey and happy because i know that's really hard for you right now, and you're  through a really hard time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm really, really sorry. please forgive me. ):&lt;br /&gt;and i love you so much peiying. please know that i care about you, and everyo donne does, because we all love you. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you need some time to cool off and you really don't want to be around me anymore, or if you find that there's no way you can ever stand me anymore after whatever i just said to you, please let me know, and i'll stay awngay. but no matter what, i'll always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peiying, i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;*//I achieved infinity today #*&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;&amp;lt;*//infinity#&amp;gt;&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108351779226212970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16637874.post-115370794281371997</id><published>2006-07-23T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T19:25:42.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;sometimes i really can't stand him. seriously. he drives me completely insane and makes me cranky and gritty and grossly pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;but he IS my father after all. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;oh god. why. and sometimes i honestly feel like going up there and slapping him and yelling some profanities to his face and telling him to !@#$ shut up with all his nonsense and just leave me alone. i guess this is just some rebellious teenage angsty stage isn't it? i hope it is. because despite all this pms-ey feelings and confused anger i know inside that i DO still love him and i always will. because he's my father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i just hope he'll change his ways and stop being like he is now. because sometimes i really feel that he's not fit to be my father, my brother's father, and my mother's husband. that is seriously a very bad thing to feel because it seems to be closely related to hate. and i don't want to hate my father. he doesn't ever seem to be concerned about us anymore and after what i found inside the cupboard i still can't forget it. it's not something easy to forget, seriously. he's changed. either that or he's always been like that except i've never realised, and only when i get to this weird teenage phase where everything seems to become ultra-sensitive to me and i get mood swings so terribly often, that i see what i do about him now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;why is my mind so bloody messed up all of a sudden. sometimes i ask myself is there even a point of continueuing this absolutely meaningless torture they call 'life'. then i read those newpaper or magazine articles (that i'm so grateful for) that tell us touching stories of how people with severe depression recover on ample medication and realise that there are people around them DO love them and are glad that they weren't too late in saving themselves from the wrath of depression blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;but are there people who love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;confused, angry, angsty, pms-ey, pissed, frustrated, cranky, tired, suicide-ish. how can i continue with my life like that. honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;&lt;*//I achieved &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;infinity&lt;/span&gt; today #*&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16637874-115370794281371997?l=reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/feeds/115370794281371997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16637874&amp;postID=115370794281371997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/115370794281371997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/115370794281371997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/2006/07/sometimes-i-really-cant-stand-him.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;&amp;lt;*//infinity#&amp;gt;&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108351779226212970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16637874.post-115335720449300901</id><published>2006-07-19T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T18:00:04.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;peiying i'm sorry if what i commented on your lj like ruined the image of your lj or smth, seriously. i mean, not like you blamed me, but i was just plain pissed. i'm sorry. i mean it. and if you want to delete the comment, please do.  just don't get angry at me. i'm sick and tired of my shitty life enough as it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i have A LOT of vulgarities i desperately want to let out of my mouth. but blogs are dangerous. and i don't want to offend anybody. unless the person insulted me first, which bloody is the case this time. and if you dont' want to read any of the ranting below, then leave. now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;peiying this is somewhat what i commented on your lj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;first of all, i don't hate you. no, i don't hate you. even if you don't give a damn about who i am, and that i even bloody exist in this whole effing universe. i know you hate me, and don't worry, you don't have to beat about the bush in your blog. just bloody say the names. like you said, gossip behind your back and we die. this is free for you to read, isn't it? and don't worry, i won't hug you. you can go CHOOSE who you want to hug, like some big shot star choosing whose fans' hands she wants to shake. go ahead. i'm not good enough for you. you got the point through to me a long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and no, i don't hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;there's really nothing i can do if you want to hate me though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and i'm SICK of this. sick of you, you and you. three of you stop making my life so effing miserable. STOP IT. JUST BLOODY STOP IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i change my mind. someone give me a rusty penknife. now. then maybe some people will be happy. happy that i don't exist anymore. not like they even cared in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;pinching is good. it makes me feel better. and the bruises left are marks of my pain. better out than in, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;&lt;*//I achieved &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;infinity&lt;/span&gt; today #*&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16637874-115335720449300901?l=reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/feeds/115335720449300901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16637874&amp;postID=115335720449300901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/115335720449300901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/115335720449300901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/2006/07/peiying-im-sorry-if-what-i-commented.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;&amp;lt;*//infinity#&amp;gt;&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108351779226212970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16637874.post-115327609457364866</id><published>2006-07-18T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T19:33:05.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;okay i don't know what stupid random reason made me stay back on fried food day during recess to blog. i suppose it's just that peiying is seriously depressed over some personal matter and i admit, that if it were me, i'd be feeling ): too. so i've dedicated a little message to her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;peiying don't let it get you down. and since you're so devoted to your religion, why don't you think of it as God thinks it's time for him to go to a better place? i really don't know what to say about this because honestly, this has never happened to me before, but i can only tell you that depression is really bad for your health. so pull yourself together and BE STRONG. we love you peiying! &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;yes, we love you. we all do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;after what you told me about you-know-who, i just can't seem to let go of that matter. what the hell gives her the right so say that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;YOU'RE NOT OUR MOTHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;SO FREAKING SHUT UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;you are NOT the most fantastic person on earth either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;so if you think that way, TOO BAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and for goodness sake, STOP IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;STOP WITH YOU AND YOUR MATURE SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i know you've never really given a damn about my existance before and all the what with all the freedom of speech shit so i have as much a right to say this as you have to say what you did. so you won't give a damn about what i'm writing either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i like pain. the pain inside is better expressed physically. the only outlet is causing pain physically to STOP the bloody emotional pain. why is my life so bloody shitty. i hate myself and i hate the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;someone give me a penknife for my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i can't write a lame joke now. seriously. maybe next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;PISSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;&lt;*//I achieved &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;infinity&lt;/span&gt; today #*&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16637874-115327609457364866?l=reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/feeds/115327609457364866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16637874&amp;postID=115327609457364866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/115327609457364866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/115327609457364866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay-i-dont-know-what-stupid-random.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;&amp;lt;*//infinity#&amp;gt;&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108351779226212970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16637874.post-114966317108651445</id><published>2006-06-06T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:52:51.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;BOO. I'm back and I think a lot of people (e.g. tan juanmin who called my blog 'gross' just because I haven't posted for a long time) will be glad that my blog has finally showed some sign of life after being in a coma for eons. So. Somethingood. I have no idea how sucky or fantastic or otherwise it will turn out on the 18th and 21st of June. But all I can do now is hope that it won't turn out screwed. Sigh. Especially after all the extremely not-needed backstabbing and such among our batch. And Peiying if you're reading this, stop being so sensitive about everything around you when it doesn't even concern you. It's not even your problem! So why are you getting all worked up like that? Sometimes you really confuse me. I shall get you to read this as soon as I see you online. And stop using all the cheem and profound vocab in your blog. It's getting me muddled. Especially all the 'A' and 'B' things because my comprehension is so slow that I am currently still trying to figure out what kind of scenario you're talking about. I shall attempt to copy your scenario way of writing and write my own scenario! Whee! x))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Um. A and B and C and D and E should all love one another. (: See? That's the world's most practical scenario. Unfortunately it doesn't come off as the most common one. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Okay. So lala and lili told me that they don't like lolo. Gahh how I ever come up with such spasticated names I will never know. And um. I like lala and lili and lolo. (hoho how fun) So I don't get influenced and I remain to like them all! (: Peiying ah you should do that too! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Okay down to other stuff. This is really stupid. I'm like procrastinating all my work and hoping everyday that someone would burn RGS down. Okay I didn't mean that. I just meant I hate homework but my expression was a little too hostile for that. And I'm dreading the darned maths restest that's looming closer and closer everyday, and haunting my otherwise-would-be sweet dreams. GRAAH. But who can blame me for imagining such horrors when you get 1.6 for your maths mid-year GPA? Why  am I such a loser? YES WHY. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Oh great. Now that I want to finish this off, I forget what colour I should make the words and I go to my blog to check it out. Awright that was quite random. AND to top all the good news I realise that the nice bouncy thing on the floor that I have been repeatedly stepping on because the texture was so unique is a dead beetle. Probably killed by me as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%&amp;*!@#$%&amp;amp;*!@#$%&amp;*!@##$%&amp;amp;*!@#$%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;!@#$%&amp;*!@#$%&amp;amp;*!@#$%&amp;*!@##$%&amp;amp;*!@#$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&amp;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I suck, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sigh. I'm really in no mood for a lame joke but I feel so compelled to write one because all my anticipating readers *GRIIIIIIIINS REEEEEEALLY REEEEEALLY WIDELY* all love them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;x))))))))) Whee this is so fun. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lucy: Mum, the art-and-craft teacher doesn't like what I'm making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mother: Oh? What are you making that he doesn't like, then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lucy: Mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;:DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;&lt;*//I achieved &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;infinity&lt;/span&gt; today #*&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16637874-114966317108651445?l=reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/feeds/114966317108651445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16637874&amp;postID=114966317108651445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/114966317108651445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/114966317108651445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/2006/06/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;&amp;lt;*//infinity#&amp;gt;&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108351779226212970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16637874.post-113628353312619260</id><published>2006-01-03T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T02:18:53.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Finally I'm getting down to an update in my blog. That's probably because of the fact that I sort of "promised" myself that I would today in school. Anyway it's too late to blog anything about my birthday and stuff. So I shall blog on more recent stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;So. Today was the first day of being a sec 2 in school. Feels odd. I don't think I'm made to be a senior. I think the sec 1s will shake and bury their heads in their hands and moan, "noo... nooo... no..." if they ever find out they've got me as a senior. Sigh. OOH! CHOIR JUNIORS! YEAA! That one I'm looking forward to. X)) Personally I feel like asking the sec 1s to run from this school before they die under the piles of homework and pressure and workload. I could swear the sec 1s get smaller every year. Year before last when I came for open house the sec 1s (now sec 4s) were huge. Then last year they were the same size as me. Now they're, well, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;. Actually not really... I think it's just that I got bigger. Yea that would probably explain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Gui Qi and Pei Ying are sitting beside me. And behind me if I'm not wrong are Wen Ting, Ziyi and Madeline. I hope I got their names right. :)) This is a really sucky feeling. To have your chinese teacher as your form teacher. And half the time when chinese gets spoken to you, you have a hunch that they're trying to be funny and talking some gibberish. And disaster. MY CLE TEACHER (which, in other words, is something like the vice-form) IS MRS TAY YORK LAN. That (quoting Juan) "Bad-Hair Tay". And by some means of suey-ness, I HAPPENED TO BE PICKED AS THE TEMPORARY VICE-CLASS-CHAIR. That is a very sucky thing to have been picked as because if for some reason someone puts thumbtacks on the teacher's chair then the class-chair and I will have to claim full responsibility. (that's just an example, don't worry) Fortunately, it's only TEMPORARY. Because if it isn't, I think I might punch someone. I don't like to think of it because just the thought itself gives me a strong desire to kick something. Really missing peeps like Wei, Resh, Kimmy, Debby and yea... the lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Bored to tears today by two hours of sitting in the sweltering hot gym and listening to some amazingly MUNDANE talks. I've just realised how much time I've wasted just typing out this fantastically LONG entry so I'll just stop here before anymore rubbish erupt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;So here's the lame joke of today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Qn: Why didn't the skeleton go to the ball?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ans: Because he had nobody to dance with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Uh...-.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;&lt;*//I achieved &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;infinity&lt;/span&gt; today #*&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16637874-113628353312619260?l=reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/feeds/113628353312619260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16637874&amp;postID=113628353312619260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/113628353312619260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/113628353312619260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/2006/01/finally-im-getting-down-to-update-in.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;&amp;lt;*//infinity#&amp;gt;&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108351779226212970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16637874.post-113143224205906691</id><published>2005-11-07T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:44:02.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! MY ENTIRE ENTRY WAS DESTROYED! AND IT WAS SUPER LONG. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. &gt;=(((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Anyway, my birthday is just two days away! YAY! But everybody seems to be telling me things like "plus-minus one, 'cause I dunno if I can come or not...". But if I plus-minus one or two for everybody, then it'll become plus-minus ten or twenty already! Sigh. But come to think of it, it's going to be really fun. Really. Plus the bbq at night... wow. X)) Now I've got an assortment of people from everywhere coming. (hmm i make them sound like cookies X)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yesterday was TERRIBLE. I can't think of a day worse than yesterday. Firstly, Jie Jie was supposed to fly home yesterday, but because of some problems (as expected), she was stuck in the terminal and couldn't get onto the plane. I shall not name the place in case of any of those 'racist blogger' things. It's not that I'm being racist you know. *smiles a innocent little toothy smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Secondly, our house almost BURNT DOWN. I had Drama Nite last night and couldn't go fetch Jie Jie from the airport even IF she could get here, and Drama Nite was very long. So papa, mummy and koko waited to fetch me home. When we got home, and we (me, mummy and koko cuz papa was still at the car) stepped into the lift at B1, I said,"Ey, smells like somebody brought their burnt barbecue stuff into the lift." Koko said "ya". Then when we stepped out of the lift at our floor, I exclaimed,"Wah! The smell here is even stronger!" Then when we opened the door, we suddenly realised that the smell was being emitted from OUR HOUSE. We quickly rushed to open all the windows and switched on all the fans to get rid of the putrid smell. We found out that papa had forgotten to switch off the fire when they left! The curry chicken that was "cooking" was burnt to a crisp, though we didn't open up to check the state of the contents. *shudders* Actually me and koko wanted to, but the cover was stuck fast to the pot by some black gooey carbon substance that was oozing out. We threw the pot away. DUHh. The whole house stank of the burning smell. And the marble flooring and parquet flooring was terribly oily after the entire ordeal. In fact, the WHOLE HOUSE was oily and sticky. BLEAH. Mummy and papa had a terrible time cleaning up. Now, the house still smells and the floor's still sticky. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Wasn't yesterday the WORST DAY ever??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Anyway, to brighten up the mood and add a touch of laughter to the sadness, I present you with... THE LAME JOKE OF TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Life is dangerous. It kills you in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;No, seriously, I thought that was pretty witty. Ego. X))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;&lt;*//I achieved &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;infinity&lt;/span&gt; today #*&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16637874-113143224205906691?l=reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/feeds/113143224205906691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16637874&amp;postID=113143224205906691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/113143224205906691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/113143224205906691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/2005/11/anyway-my-birthday-is-just-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;&amp;lt;*//infinity#&amp;gt;&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108351779226212970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16637874.post-112847373324396431</id><published>2005-10-04T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T17:55:33.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm in com studs again. I'm so sad!! Nobody likes my new blogskin! I don't understand... it's so nice lah... *sniff sniff* EOYs are really coming so soon. I just hope I'll get it over and done with as soon as possible so I can play all I like! YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sigh. Koko can have all the sleepovers he likes and can go to other peoples' sleepovers and I can't. I can't even get my friends to sleepover in my house. I'm so chao pissed lah. GRRR. By the way, Wei changed her blog address. You can see it under links, just click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley-inthe-wind.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;. X))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Here's a lame joke (not thought of by me...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Why did the dinosaur cry? Because it broke its tail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;XPPPPPPPPP -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;&lt;*//I achieved &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;infinity&lt;/span&gt; today #*&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16637874-112847373324396431?l=reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112847373324396431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16637874&amp;postID=112847373324396431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112847373324396431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112847373324396431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-in-com-studs-again.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;&amp;lt;*//infinity#&amp;gt;&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108351779226212970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16637874.post-112825259184396276</id><published>2005-10-02T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T04:29:51.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Whee! I changed my blogskin! Isn't it nice now? X)) Addicted to berries! How sweet! Anyway, still slogging for EOYs etc etc. The usual stuff. You know. I made a blog for Koko but he's meddling with the html and says html is fun. I agree, except that I wish I knew more things about html so I could do more and better stuff. The blogskin I chose for him is SO SUPER SWEET lah! It's eeyore from winny the pooh. XDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Guess what? Today I left my blog account on, to the html part and SOMEBODY (three guesses who) went to edit my title. Lucky I spotted it on time. Otherwise it would have been body parts murder 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I love Waterslide Slalom on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miniclip.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;miniclip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;! It's so super fun! But I'm still waiting for Wei's archsfatalist. (sorry if I spelt it wrongly) Oh, by the way, I designed a blogskin... on paper. I want to scan it in and upload it but I heard that there's a virus on photobucket. X(( Sad. I really want to upload it lah... it's so cool and cute. Ego ego. X))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Here's the lame joke (it's not made by me, that's why it's so super lame-_-")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Two peanuts were walking down the street. When SUDDENLY, one was a-SALTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Can you stand the way my jokes are getting lamer and lamer each post?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;&lt;*//I achieved &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;infinity &lt;/span&gt;today #*&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16637874-112825259184396276?l=reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112825259184396276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16637874&amp;postID=112825259184396276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112825259184396276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112825259184396276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/2005/10/whee-i-changed-my-blogskin-isnt-it.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;&amp;lt;*//infinity#&amp;gt;&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108351779226212970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16637874.post-112807626882385513</id><published>2005-09-30T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T03:31:08.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I wish I hadn't gone to that freaky ghost website lah! Now I keep imagining things that aren't really there at all. Well, you know, THAT kind of things. Sigh. I hope I'll get over it soon. So if you know what's good for you, DON'T CLICK THAT LINK I PUT THERE. Even Wei was freaked out, and that's saying something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I stayed back after school today to practise netball for netball carn. with Wei and Kimmy. So fun, and great exercise too! The sec fours were using our classroom for their maths remedial lesson, and I'm totally pissed with them. In fact, many of us one-niners are pissed with them. Guess what? We were released really late from assembly, and by the time we reached back to class their lesson was about to start. Then Carmen, one of the sec 4s, stood up and guess what she said? "Sec ones, please quickly pack up your bags and GET OUT of the classroom. Our maths teacher is coming soon." I mean like, HELLO. THEY ARE USING OUR CLASSROOM. Like, puh-leease. They are supposed to thank us, not tell us to GET OUT of our classroom. I'm so totally pissified man. (except for su-mae and tanneh and the nice girl sitting at my seat) It's not like I mind them using the classroom but at least they could at least have made an effort to be more polite. Just because they're sec 4s...  Xpp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Haha I saw Su-mae and Tanneh playing with those little dinosaur things that you pluck out from a little plastic board and piece them together (sheesh my description is so bad that I'd be surprised if you know what I'm referring to). Imagine sec 4s playing with those things... so cute! X))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Here's the lame joke:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tim: Sally, you look very ugly today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sally: Tim! I didn't come here to get insulted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tim: Then where do you usually go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Okay. No comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;&lt;*//I achieved &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;infinity&lt;/span&gt; today #*&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16637874-112807626882385513?l=reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112807626882385513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16637874&amp;postID=112807626882385513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112807626882385513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112807626882385513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-wish-i-hadnt-gone-to-that-freaky.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;&amp;lt;*//infinity#&amp;gt;&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108351779226212970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16637874.post-112799766577952578</id><published>2005-09-29T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T05:41:06.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Okay. So everything is my fault isn't it? Yea yea. Now even having gastric is my fault too. What a pleasant surprise. S-h-e-e-s-h. I am ABSOLUTELY PISSIFIED. Nothing seems to be going well for me anymore. Oh man. What am I saying?? Nothing EVER went well for me before anyway. This world is driving me totally crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Nicer things now anyway. I love gym!!!! I totally LOVE gymnastics! It roxors mah soxors! Our group's (me, wei, resh and dessie) gym routine is so totally cool lar! Love it, love it! And now, thanks to gym, I can do jumping-somersaults now! (obviously not so high that I can land standing up) In fact, I can do more than just that! Yeah! Using the roiterboard (is that how you spell it?!) is so fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Okay anyway. Here's my lame joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;John: Grandpa, can you pretend to be a frog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Grandpa: Why do you need me to pretend to be a frog, John?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;John: Because Mum says that when you croak, we get $500!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Now that's an ignorant little boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;&lt;*//I achieved &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;infinity&lt;/span&gt; today #*&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16637874-112799766577952578?l=reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112799766577952578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16637874&amp;postID=112799766577952578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112799766577952578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112799766577952578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/2005/09/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;&amp;lt;*//infinity#&amp;gt;&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108351779226212970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16637874.post-112796654746119259</id><published>2005-09-28T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:02:27.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm in com studs again. I'm SOO freaked out. Wei and Resh just went to this really, totally ULTRA freaky and scary website with chao frightening ghost music. Click on hyperlink to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.thai.net/sinthai/thehouse.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Not For The Weak Hearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;. It really attracted lots of attention and soon there was a huge crowd around Reshmi's and my computer. Everyone (well, almost everyone, because some people wanted to act brave and pretended not to show their fear) was so freaked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;hi, Spikey here, i am here to proclaim my luv for yan yu, hi yan yu,&lt;br /&gt;TAN YAN YU, I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART N SOUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Okay. Now that was erm. Well. You know. Who made up Spikey?? Wonder who. Okay. There's really nothing much to say except that EOYs are round the corner and I hope I can finish preparing on time. Oh, and one more thing. My EOY oral (english) was supposed to be yesterday but because I was having an ultra bad bout of "lose-voice", I had to postpone it to next Monday. In fact, it got so bad that some people even said that I sounded like a boy. It's much better now though. Because I'm taking a sort of a "voice-drug" to help my voice.   XDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;This joke was created by Bugbug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I wanted to tell a lame joke today but I ended up telling a strict joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Bugbug is even more lame than me lar! X)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;&lt;*//I achieved &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;infinity&lt;/span&gt; today #*&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16637874-112796654746119259?l=reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112796654746119259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16637874&amp;postID=112796654746119259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112796654746119259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112796654746119259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-in-com-studs-again.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;&amp;lt;*//infinity#&amp;gt;&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108351779226212970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16637874.post-112746447082912621</id><published>2005-09-23T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T01:34:33.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I seriously, really, honestly hope this hostility between our class and 107 will stop. Even more so the hostility among our fellow one-niners. I mean, we're a CLASS. And a united class isn't supposed to be this way. This is really breaking the whole class up, and tearing us into shreds. (hmm. that's a pretty lousy metaphor.) Now the dispute among the few of them have gone from bad to worse. You can visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://weiweitww.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Wei's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; too. She also hopes for the class to become bonded again. Has every one of the people involved in this forgotten about the extremely fun times we had together as a united class during oreintation when we barely knew each other at all? Have you pple totally forgotten that we actually won 2nd prize during orientation? Sigh... What happened to it all now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Anyway, on to other matters. I'm so excited! I'm going to Resh's house tomorrow! Yippee! Her house will be the first one-niner's house I've ever been to. We're going to plan our gym routine and do the proposal tomorrow. Pple in my group are me(duhh), Resh, Wei and Dess. Oh yeah, glad to see you cheered up today, and hope you will cheer up even more to come!! &lt;33&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;So here's the lame joke of today (and purposely to irritate you, Wei, I've got one about a frog).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Riddle: If there was a frog on a lily pad in the middle (and I mean exactly the middle) of a pond, and was 50 meters from the front, 50 meters from the back, 50 meters from the left and 50 meters from the right, which way would he jump to get out of the pond?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Answer: He wouldn't, because he's dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;DiAo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;&lt;*I achieved &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;infinity&lt;/span&gt; today #*&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16637874-112746447082912621?l=reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112746447082912621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16637874&amp;postID=112746447082912621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112746447082912621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112746447082912621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-seriously-really-honestly-hope-this.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;&amp;lt;*//infinity#&amp;gt;&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108351779226212970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16637874.post-112712161527417421</id><published>2005-09-19T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T02:20:15.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I had my grade 6 piano exam today. It totally suck-ed. WAAAAAAAH! I'm so gonna fail lar! *sniff sniff* I don't want to talk about it but I only know that I had a sudden nervous breakdown and I simply forgot everything. (esp. scales) I had a lot of slips also. BOO HOO. If I ever have another piano exam ever again, it'll be too soon. Sigh. I sure hope I PASSED. I won't ask for anything more than a pass. I'm praying so hard man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Anyway, on to other matters. I seriously can't stop myself from hating (I mean really hate) *******. Of course, I don't show it. She's a selfish cow who doesn't care about others'. AT ALL. Won't go into details in case she finds out that I'm who I'm talking about. But I mean, if she has problems, she doesn't need to vent her frustration and anger in school. At least not on people who already dislike her. She can go vent her stupid frustration on her very limited bunch of friends and at the same time chase more of them away. Sigh. Some people are just born this way I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Here's the lame joke of today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tom got into a fight one day. When he got home his mother told him off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mother: Tom, you must learn to give and take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tom: Yes, Mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The next day Tom came back with an apple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mother: Tom, where did you get that apple from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tom: Johnny! I grabbed it from him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mother: Tom, what did I say about giving and taking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tom: I did, Mother, I did! I gave him a black eye and took his apple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;How was that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;&lt;*//I achieved &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;infinity&lt;/span&gt; today #*&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16637874-112712161527417421?l=reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112712161527417421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16637874&amp;postID=112712161527417421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112712161527417421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112712161527417421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-had-my-grade-6-piano-exam-today.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;&amp;lt;*//infinity#&amp;gt;&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108351779226212970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16637874.post-112695374036414748</id><published>2005-09-17T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T03:42:22.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;We went for ICCS today. That is, International Coastal Cleanup (I think). It was really FUN! I was grouped with Resh, Wei, Deb and Kimmy. We wanted Jiawen too but she was stuck (literally) with erm... ANOTHER group. *ahem ahem* More about the OTHER group later. The whole class picked almost 50 kg of rubbish in all!!! WARNING: TRASH OVERLOAD ALERT. I collected some seashells too. Our group won the "most garbage award" and the "most heavy garbage award". Resh got the apple pie as the prize. Kewl huh. X)) Some of the one-oh-niners made a garbage sculpture out of the rubbish we found and it was a sandman called Ivan. We made a really weird story and poem for Ivan the sandman. Wei and I wondered off a little from the group and started drawing stuff in the sand with our legs (we were wearing shoes duh). Wei wrote my name there and I wrote Wei's name. Then that -tooot- ******* came and PURPOSELY stepped on my name. I don't get it at all man. I'm not even involved in their dispute and she did that just because I talk to Dessie and Jiawen often. That's so shitty right. Wei told her off and the -toot- walked off looking pissed. That's crazy right? I should be the one who's pissed. But who cares. She seems to have no more friends except erm... two people. (Not mentioning any names here) Then me and Wei started drawing this huge but really cute little girl with two rabbit teeth in the sand and it turned out really nice. =) I added an arrow pointing it to Wei's name. (btw the -toot- didn't step on Wei's name because her name was further away and she was so lazy she wouldn't bother to walk further to step on it, although she would have loved to) I shared my Bugles with them all the way back to school and Jiawen gave us yet another hilarious Madlips test. We were rocking the whole bus down (funkaye songs we created or took and configured, and not to forget me and Wei's OOT O' DER BOOS, which actually meant out of the bus in a German accent). I especially loved "The Ring is on Your/My Hand" song. It was a cool song Resh, Wei and I made from The Merchant of Venice movie we watched. I just realised what a long entry I wrote and I think I better stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;So here's the lame joke of today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Customer: Waiter, waiter! What's this fly doing in my soup?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Waiter: Probably the backstroke, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;OKAY OKAY. It's L-A-M-E right? Aye aye captain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;&lt;*//I achieved &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;infinity&lt;/span&gt; today #*&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16637874-112695374036414748?l=reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112695374036414748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16637874&amp;postID=112695374036414748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112695374036414748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112695374036414748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-went-for-iccs-today.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;&amp;lt;*//infinity#&amp;gt;&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108351779226212970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16637874.post-112687219083009006</id><published>2005-09-16T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T05:03:10.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Ooh man. I don't get it. At all. What is WRONG with our class? We used to be so bonded, so together. Especially Juan's group. Now what's happened? I'm absolutely NOT involved in this but I just can't let Dessie go on like that. She's really slipping into depression now. Almost half the time she comes to school with puffy eyes and they're still scolding her for goodness-knows-what reason. I don't believe Juan's "friends" actually tagged those mean stuff on Dessie's blog. Anyway, enough about that. I don't want to get really involved in this (since I'm not now, I better not make it happen).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;So. I went for piano class today immediately after school and lunch out with mummy and papa. Ms Teo said I improved A LOT since Wednesday. I better have. The exam is like, TWO DAYS away! So freakyyyy. =( Guess what! BOO HOO! I lost my name tag! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! It's the one I've had since the start of the year! (**sniff**) I really wanted to use it all the way till the end of the year but... now the plan is ruined! NOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Another lame joke? YAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Patient: Doctor! Doctor! I've only got 59 seconds to live!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Doctor: Give me a minute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Okay, this joke is the ultimate lamest I know. You don't have to start "complain-tagging" that my jokes are getting lamer and lamer each post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;&lt;*//I achieved &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;infinity&lt;/span&gt; today #*&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16637874-112687219083009006?l=reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112687219083009006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16637874&amp;postID=112687219083009006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112687219083009006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112687219083009006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/2005/09/ooh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;&amp;lt;*//infinity#&amp;gt;&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108351779226212970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16637874.post-112675661297430279</id><published>2005-09-14T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T20:56:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Grr. I had this ULTRA LONG post just now but Wei went to put her foot on the plug accidentally and the whole thing switched itself off. SO, now I have to retype the whole thing all over again. SIGH. Anyway now I'm in com studs and the teacher isn't even teaching us, just letting us do what we like. I seriously have to thank the weekly com studs lesson for letting me unwind, otherwise I think I'll go crazy soon. (wait, I already am) Chem lesson (just before this) was EXTRA-ly boooooring today. I could hardly concentrate but, well, I had to. Even took some notes. Hah. I'm so proud of myself. E-G-O. Spells... EGO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Anyway, here's a really lame joke Debby told me some time ago and I suddenly thought of it. Here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let me tell you a joke. It's about butter. Please don't spread it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Get it? Okay, it's seriously ritarded with a capital R. Lame too. Hmm, that's about all. Bye for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;&lt;*//I achieved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;infinity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; today #*&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16637874-112675661297430279?l=reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112675661297430279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16637874&amp;postID=112675661297430279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112675661297430279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112675661297430279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/2005/09/grr.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;&amp;lt;*//infinity#&amp;gt;&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108351779226212970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16637874.post-112668757196991407</id><published>2005-09-14T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T01:46:11.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Humph. Still nobody wants to tag. I bet hardly anybody even knows about this blog anyway. Today was normal. Desirene was upset again. AS USUAL. Haha. I love chinese lesson today. So fun!! Kimmy stood up so we, being kind and nice friends (a-hem), devised a plan. *smiles innocently* Me and Wei took turns to talk loudly and in the process having to stand up in the end. So Kimmy, me and Wei stood up in chronological order. Yahahahaha. Xp. Er and one more thing. I've got sooo many things up on order. So frustrated lar. Humph. All due by next week some more! First, piano exam on monday next week. Second, gym routine assessment. Third, must finish sewing homework and the materials are not with me. Fourth, our S &amp; D play too. Sure die one lar. WARNING: Piano exam phobia oncoming. SIGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;&lt;*//I achieved &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;infinity&lt;/span&gt; today #*&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16637874-112668757196991407?l=reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112668757196991407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16637874&amp;postID=112668757196991407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112668757196991407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112668757196991407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/2005/09/humph_14.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;&amp;lt;*//infinity#&amp;gt;&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108351779226212970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16637874.post-112661548970804309</id><published>2005-09-13T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T05:44:49.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;This is officially my first post. HAHA. Sheeesh. I was having hell trying to set up this blog, edit html and all. thanks so much to minsi's help though. Couldn't have done it without u. Please tag, pple! Oh, and link me to ur blogs too! Hmm. Who knows how to add music into my blog?? Please help me! And also put others' links inside. REMINDER: TAG ON MY TAGBOARD. Yahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;&lt;*//I achieved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;infinity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; today #*&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16637874-112661548970804309?l=reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/feeds/112661548970804309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16637874&amp;postID=112661548970804309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112661548970804309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16637874/posts/default/112661548970804309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reach-for-infinity.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-officially-my-first-post.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;&amp;lt;*//infinity#&amp;gt;&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108351779226212970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
