<?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-4749894992908808144</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:25:23.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my bloggXD</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-7915470946194847363</id><published>2009-07-21T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T06:24:49.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't want to complain, but if I don't let it out I'm so gonna explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^*&amp;amp;%$#.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; cheated this week. What's with ___ changes, teachers who shoot first and ask questions later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, ___'s now...2 and a half hours long? Tell me I saw the consent form wrongly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I passed the LA compre to Jiaying this morning, it was because it was acutally &lt;em&gt;due&lt;/em&gt; today. Trust mr Stockton to start yelling at me for passing it. I mean, for one it isn't mine, and secondly we're &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to hand it in to you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't passing notes, we aren't disrupting the lesson, we aren't distracting ourselves from listening or noting down whatever you're saying. I know &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; still paying attention. So why do you have to get worked up and start shouting at us? It's not as though we've been passing comprehensions around the whole lesson or not taking notes, even if we aren't saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, we don't say anything because for one thing, we've been told too many times by too many teachers to stop talking in class. Not that it's your fault. Don't worry. We're just &lt;em&gt;used&lt;/em&gt; to it by now, of course, thanks to Singapore's wonderful education system that trains us to just take notes and mug and mug and mug. I just &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; our education system sometimes. Especially enjoy being pulled by the collar and accused of being liars by our nice and kind and lovely primary school teachers and having to endure their temper tantrums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I say, if you like bullying kids, get a job in a primary school. It provides instant gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how Jesus made it through his life on earth. Things somewhat seem to have been worse then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God help me. I seriously doubt this is persecution, because it certainly ain't for your sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-7915470946194847363?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7915470946194847363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=7915470946194847363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7915470946194847363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7915470946194847363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-want-to-complain-but-if-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-2285801527488271804</id><published>2009-07-06T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:05:11.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just discovered our JNCO photos! Well some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just kept laughing like siao while looking through them. Remembered the good, the bad, the crazy times. I'm glad the bad are pretty much over. I think you guys know what I mean (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I find myself suddenly missing them. Even though I see them kinda often now. Wonder why. Maybe I'm just crazy. Or not. But I bet you'll think I am. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;piece of paper in my wallet. I forgot about it, really. But turns out I've been carrying it around with me all this time, ever since that day at Sakura. I'm glad you gave it to me. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice memories in these photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355610539617145026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/SlLzaRk30MI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Z51xAjLNP8Y/s320/dsc03971.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-2285801527488271804?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2285801527488271804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=2285801527488271804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2285801527488271804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2285801527488271804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-discovered-our-jnco-photos-well.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/SlLzaRk30MI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Z51xAjLNP8Y/s72-c/dsc03971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-5057531407661530975</id><published>2009-07-06T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T07:28:24.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;i just tried going to ayj's (outdated) blog add, and got directed to some viagra free shipping google search -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice age 3 today with clar, clare, ayj, shawn and lim. Super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met at tampines mrt, saw clare's own hair wet haircut. Lim wasnt there yet. Spent an eternity waiting to cross the carpark. We went to cold storage or something to buy a pack of chips, doritos, maltesers and a bottle of green tea. Realised we needn't have rushed since there was still and hour to go, but by the time lim took the very fast lift upstairs, the tickets were sold out. Clare ate my oreo cheesecake whie we waited for lim. And she eats quite slowly. Five of us squashed together on the chair at the fifth floor lift lobby. Back to CRV days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off to tm, where we gave the nice cashier a headache with our taking ages to pay. Queued (correct spelling?) for tickets in a long queue and played a game of taiti on my sweater(guess what? lim brought them cards!). Then spent ages queing for some jackpot thing which we gave to clare for her birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched ice age, which was good except that the 4th row gives you a slight neckache, and the bimbotic girls behind us kept making stupid and noisy comments. Ice age is one of those rare movies with great sequels. We waited for the end of the credits hoping for something nice, but there was just an acorn. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the open area upstairs, where we played with lim's poker cards. He went off eearly, but we continued playing. When clar and I went to macs to buy ice cream we recalled the chocs and found them in my bag upstairs where we promptly guzzled them. Poor lim, he never got to eat them. Shawn was told the reasons why he's Sid, but won't believe it. We also spent loads of time complainign about ST and JT. It's fun to complain really, because it keeps you from doing something...violent. Just like Josh's favourite movie in BBYD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, a great day. Looking forward to next CR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-5057531407661530975?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5057531407661530975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=5057531407661530975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5057531407661530975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5057531407661530975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-heck.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-1145280958792746775</id><published>2009-07-04T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T06:33:55.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AC comp train today! Joined AC for comp train for the first time ever, I'm glad I went.&lt;br /&gt;Marcus had a fever. his dad picked him up and sent him home. Poor Marcus. Daniel and I were writing random stuff on his cast. I can't remember what I put, but Daniel wrote "CHARLOTTE IS A MUGGER"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was Daphne (again), Grace, Manjia, Yufeng, and Jia ___, who's 15 and works at ABCXYZ No-Quality Factory at Tuas, because she needs to earn money (Daniel suggested because of poor family, or is it because of ____ appointments?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day from Yiren: "Sir, since there is weak, strong breathing and - &lt;em&gt;(interrupt sir Jason here: "what?") &lt;/em&gt;wait, did I just say weak, strong breathing? &lt;em&gt;(we tell him yes) &lt;/em&gt;Really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sir Jason was setting one of the cases, we both got distracted by Yongsheng and Kaiseng playing what's best described as "air tennis", ie table tennis without the table. Quite fascinating, really. And later on we were entertaining ourselves by getting Yongsheng to throw the ball upstairs to us when he went down to pick it up when it flew off. Epic FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and I were happily reciting quotes of a certain mrbrownshow podcast after one of the cases. Oh, yes, second quote of the day from Daniel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Numbers, casualty has 10 bee stings on the left arm ,15 stings on the right arm, and 20 on each leg!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite repeated naggings from sir Jasn to call it "multipls bee stings", the still kept at it. Super hilarious. After awhile sir Jason just gave up, and I sat there laughing like some crazy person as they said that again for final report or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left at 11.30, when Kaiseng reminded me to take my spectacles, which I hadn't been wearing for the entire day. Went to buy oreos from canteen, walked past NC. Conversation follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm Xinying: "Oh, hello."&lt;br /&gt;me: "Byebye!" (waves)&lt;br /&gt;Yufeng: "huh where are you going?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "er...somewhere else? Nothing to do le."&lt;br /&gt;I think they were all playing ball games later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught bus 14 on time. THANK GOD I made it for service just in time. Got there, said hi to everyone and got a hug from Jess (amazingly), who said she was glad I could make it, and P&amp;amp;W started. IT'S SO FUN TO DANCE/JUMP AROUND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I shall now go and research IDMI rubbish. mr Ken though our film was amusing. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-1145280958792746775?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1145280958792746775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=1145280958792746775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/1145280958792746775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/1145280958792746775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/ac-comp-train-today-joined-ac-for-comp.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-5876758907828436197</id><published>2009-07-03T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T06:24:17.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Was supposed to stay back only awhile, like before 3. Ended up staying till...4.30? I wasactually going to the sj room to put back the fa kits I took this morning (explanation somewhere below) and was asked by Charlotte the auntie if I could help be casualty. It was quite hilarious, really, because she and mdm Eli were trying to talk to me at the same time and they kept arguing over who should talk first. mdm Eli was almost screaming. Epic battle between two aunties, super spastic. In the end I told Charlotte I'd try, she left, and I was immediately faced with mdm Eli telling me about the medic cupboard and bugging me about cold packs and sterile wash and how dangerous sports events are. It was quite funny, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off the find NC at the sec3-4 science labs area, was a"passer-by" who sat at one side and slacked for about an hour for just one case, then was "Daphne", seven years old. When I told Jiamin that mdm Daphne started poking mdm Xinying, who went "it's not my fault lah, I didn't tell her to say that!" All the while I kept talking nonsense and yelling - great stress relief. Rubbish about "I'm scared of doctors, I don't wanna go to the hospital, I wanna go hoooome!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the following stupid conversation with Manjia:&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I want my MUMMY!!!"&lt;br /&gt;MJ: :"Okay you want me to call her?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok what's her number?"&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno leh"&lt;br /&gt;"What about your daddy's number?"&lt;br /&gt;"Also dunno..."&lt;br /&gt;"House number?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dunno!"&lt;br /&gt;"Er...Ok nevermind when we go to the hospital we'll contact your mummy ok?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes your wonder why a parent would leave a 7 year old kid around the place. Poked Kaiseng's leg once in a while out of boredom. And Manjia would tell me to stop it. &gt;&lt; I love comp trains. Especially when you're casualty. wahhahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Somehow I feel so cheated this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;First, sj day was cancelled. Sort of. Have never had an sj day when I could actually wear my uniform in class -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today, I spent half an hour getting the keys to the sj room, packing fa kits and returning the keys, then lugging them upstairs, before I got Haonan's sms that all pds were cancelled. Oh well, at least the seniors are using it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;argh I must restock the sickbay first aid kit, people LOVE to spam plasters for some unkown reason. Plasters are pretty useless actually. If it's small and not bleeding enough to use a plaster, it doesn't really need a plaster, because it's small and insignificant enough. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comp train makes up for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I really hope Sweet Dreams can be as succesful as Life As It Is, or even better, maybe actually win something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Next up: FoC. Or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mr Ken, I do &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; have memory loss problems. I am simply random and (according to Clarilyn) eccentric, okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-5876758907828436197?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5876758907828436197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=5876758907828436197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5876758907828436197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5876758907828436197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-feel-so-cheated-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-3913763241408359181</id><published>2009-06-27T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:46:49.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10;"  &gt;Finally went for MG yesterday, incredibly funny. Go to clar's blog for details, I can't be bothered to write&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'; FONT-SIZE: 16ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10;"  &gt;From fonny's blog, which he said was from clar. Horrid person didn't put me in, humph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'; FONT-SIZE: 16ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'; FONT-SIZE: 16ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pick 8 random &lt;i&gt;friends&lt;/i&gt; you &lt;i&gt;feel comfortable around&lt;/i&gt;. (including yourself for number 4).&lt;br /&gt;1. Clar&lt;br /&gt;2. Clare&lt;br /&gt;3. Kimbarney&lt;br /&gt;4. Tabby&lt;br /&gt;5. Mala&lt;br /&gt;6. AngYuJian&lt;br /&gt;7. Fonny&lt;br /&gt;8. Shawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 9pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:Arial;font-size:7;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10;"  &gt;These eight people you just picked are stuck in a house with you for a whole year. There is no leaving the house at all until the year is completely up. If you had to choose a person for every question below, write down which person it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are four rooms, who would be in each room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room 1 and 2- Clar, Clare, Kimbarney, Mala and me. ie all the girls. We'd just switch rooms/squezze into one as and when we'd like it.&lt;br /&gt;Room 3- AYJ, Shawn and Fonny&lt;br /&gt;Room 4- Spare room for putting books. games, etc and doing random stuff. Like playing wierd games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was someone singing in the morning who would it most likely be?&lt;br /&gt;Fonny. He's the only one who'd ever be singing loudly at &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone was considered the dad and the mom of the house, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;AYJ and Clare, for obvious easons. Guess who's scold everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted candy really badly and all of the 7 in the house had some, who would you take it from?&lt;br /&gt;Anybody except Kim. She'd just scream really loudly and fight me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone had to watch you brush your teeth (every) morning, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Um...anybody who's there I suppose. Does it matter? I don't think anyone would &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to watch someone brush their teeth, unless it was Fon, who'd probaby go around making stupid remarks.&lt;br /&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;There was two bags of chips bought at the store, but 20 minutes later they are gone. Who ate them?&lt;br /&gt;Fonny, who else. I might have helped, though. I love food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would hate being in the house the most?&lt;br /&gt;No one. Well everyone might complain about Fonny's horrible habits and whatever wierd stuff he does, but he himself wouldn't mind. I suppose everyone whould be happy since we'd all be sharing our disgust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone took your (brand spanking new) pair of socks that were never worn, who is the thief?&lt;br /&gt;Could be anyone. Maybe they wanted to make sock puppets. Or do something for dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone swept all the dirt under the rug, who was it?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody. I doubt we'd use a broom. Either we'd have one of those thingamajigs on a stick that lets you wipe the floor and change the cloth thingie, or someone (probably AYG) would invent something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was arguments in the house, who would be the ones arguing?&lt;br /&gt;Clar and Fonny. And probably Kim, who'd join in later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would be the one missing there boyfriend/girlfriend that wasn’t in the house with them?&lt;br /&gt;I dounbt anyone has the ability to get a bf/gf in here, and &lt;em&gt;those two&lt;/em&gt; aren't exectly separated, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked down stairs in the middle of the night for a glass of water, someone is dancing on the table in there Leopard Thong, who is the crazy one?&lt;br /&gt;Fonny in a streak of madness, or AYJ who's high on red bull. Possibly Kim, but not in the middle of the night, and not in leopard thongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pillow fight broke through, who started it?&lt;br /&gt;Fonny or Kim, the crazy ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a marathon of your favorite tv show, what is it? and who would be watching it with you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one, but I think we'd all just watch it together and make really stupid comments, especially about really insignificant things. And Clare would tell us to shut up and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone made a fort in the laundry room, who was the kid?&lt;br /&gt;Kim would start it. And then the other girls would follow. And one of the guys (or all at the same time) would start pelting stuff at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a prankster in the house that put plastic on the two toilets in the house, who are the pranksters?&lt;br /&gt;AYJ, Shawn and Fonny. Possibly Kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music's too loud, who turned it up?&lt;br /&gt;Fonny. Possibly Shawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a mouse crawling on the floor all over the house,&lt;br /&gt;a)who is the first one to scream?&lt;br /&gt;Kim (And possibly scare it away)&lt;br /&gt;b)and who is the one to jump is someones arms?&lt;br /&gt;Shawn&lt;br /&gt;c)Who would be the one to kill it?&lt;br /&gt;AYJ/Shawn (Shawn who'd throw something in a really gay sort of way at it.&lt;br /&gt;d)Who would be the one to pet it and call it adorable before someone mashes its brains in?&lt;br /&gt;FONNY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who made pancakes in the morning and almost caught the house on fire?&lt;br /&gt;FON! Cause everybody else can actually cook/can't cook and wouldn't be stupid enough to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someones tanning on the roof who is it?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely Shawn. I'd love to climb up on the roof because I love heights and it sounds fun, but I'm already tan enough, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the tallest in the house?&lt;br /&gt;Shawn. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the shortest in the house?&lt;br /&gt;Kim. Duh again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the loudest?&lt;br /&gt;Kim, wouldn't you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who laughs the loudest?&lt;br /&gt;Kim again. &lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt; the most hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who laughs the most?&lt;br /&gt;Kim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the clown?&lt;br /&gt;Fonny and Shawn. &lt;em&gt;And - &lt;/em&gt;guess who - Kim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the most respectful?&lt;br /&gt;Clare? The guai kia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the one that always comes up with stupid ideas?&lt;br /&gt;Shawn. And Fonny. And AYJ. Especially with red bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's in bed first?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone woke everyone up with pots and pans who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Probably Fon. Might be Kim though. And maybe I'd join her if I was awake by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is always dancing?&lt;br /&gt;Fon - duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spilt ice all over the kitchen floor, who would be the one to slip on it first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Definitely &lt;/i&gt;Shawn.&lt;br /&gt;Who is always playing some form of instrument?&lt;br /&gt;Clar- with her fogotten piano skills. Nah. More likely me with my guitar and AYJ standing there bugging me to go learn six coliide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is always raising their eyebrows at the antics of everyone else?&lt;br /&gt;Shawn, with his attempted smug 'aaangmoh' face, and possibly Clar with her look. That, is, before they join in/get pulled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What room would &lt;i&gt;all &lt;/i&gt;of you like installed in the house?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A GIGANTIC library, like the sort you find sometimes in ASOUE. We bookworms would love it. There'd be a com for everybody, of course. And some people, especially Clar and I, would eat there while reading. And we'd have some really huge couches to just flop on and read to our hearts' content. Ah, pure pleasure!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-3913763241408359181?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3913763241408359181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=3913763241408359181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3913763241408359181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3913763241408359181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-fonnys-blog-which-he-said-was-from.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-8943528911525222639</id><published>2009-06-22T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:23:29.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EDIT FROM MAY 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some interesting stuff after my birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)CG on wednesday at cornerstone, day after birthday. get a nice big manila envelope with lots of notes inside, and a baby shirt with "I *heart* CG" on it. I think XD get a nice little cake too! Pose for pictures with others and sexy - we blow out the candles together. Pity she couldnt stay for affirmation time - I got loads of nice stuff sad to me though, awww. sniffsniff. lol but it was SO FUN! =D Heart-shaped balloons are fun. THANK YOU SISTERS! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Simlin gives me a purple friendship band some time after my birthday. Was it thursday? Anyway it was really really nice, I've always wondered how they make that sort of pattern. Thanks friend, REALLY love it! (love it, need it, crave it.) haha. THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Friday, after last RT. At the bomb shelter, Charlotte says lets sing a birthday song, and the squad sings me the birthday song, gosh. After that yufeng, aka _________, presents me with a purple carebear (this year's colour seems to be purple), saying she wanted to get pink, but was under the impression I didn't like that colour. I confirm her statement, and so does Daniel. I go home happily playing with the bear on the way back home and feeling its soft fur XD It's now up on my bed backboard, along with the 612 kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that, on to CAMP!!!&lt;br /&gt;well not now, Ive gotta go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;toodles! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-8943528911525222639?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8943528911525222639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=8943528911525222639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/8943528911525222639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/8943528911525222639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/edit-from-may-26-some-interesting-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-8250869146382266608</id><published>2009-05-26T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:22:31.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And with the arrival of my 15th birthday, I shall now officially CPR my blog back to life, for a while at least. The holidays are coming, so it's likely it'll revive (: One and two and three and four and five and one and two and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;26TH MAY IS HERE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to staff lydia, limin, lynette, and last but definitely not least, sexy diver! Oh, and Singapore Night Safari too &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In the morning, I go downstairs to meet the squad. Haihua's bundled up a freshly-washed carebear in her pe shirt in attempt to hide it, and perhaps dry it (sort of) from it's all-important morning bath. See CherChong, who hands me a letter with a colourful ribbon tied in a clove hitch -.- that's CC for you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Off to the netball court,where I get Hera std2's present (a monkey pencil case) and letter when I go to tell them a message from Yiren. AWWW! I'm super touched sia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We carry the bear, cake and board to the basketball court and present them to the birthday girl (aka staff Lydia, if you haven't noticed), who's been doing morning footdrill and already noticed us. Daniel comments nicely about how diffused we are. We sing happy birthday and staff blows out the candles, holds the board just before xinyi tells her about the wet paint and get a blue finger. She bemoans the fact she'll have to hold it such that everyone can see it or risk getting a colourful shirt &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Off to assembly, where some people wish me happy birthday. Back to class, when I bump into clar and realise it was Clare who smsed me happy birthday, not Clar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;First lesson: LA. Clar gives a me a black kitty cat and a notebook ,which she says is from the 6/12ers, or at least the mugger group. I ask her to help me ask them to write stuff in the notebook. Get suaned by mr Ken while trying to help him by telling him about some button in the hole in hte table, he thinks I said something about a buttonhole. He deliberates on making me the subject of his next monologue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After school: at first I really don't want to go help out with the videoing, but its was SO worth it, 'cause they're SO cute and funny, and guess what? After we were done, Haonan treated me to peach tea nata for a birthday present, thanks da ge! Super happy sia, he's the only squadmate to get me something &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-8250869146382266608?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8250869146382266608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=8250869146382266608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/8250869146382266608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/8250869146382266608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-with-arrival-of-my-15th-birthday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-6658996018909142979</id><published>2009-02-10T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T05:36:30.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, just screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't have to care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell myself again and again that I shouldn't be caring, shouldn't be bothering, and I should just let things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to care. I can't bring myself not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anyone to go through what I did. Or more like I don't want all this to replay again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sound like a hypocrite. Well I'm sorry. I just have to say this, just like you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When we talked about it, I had this sense of deja vu, just that this time, I was one of those criticising, one of those working to resolve the problem, one of those in the right. The last time this happened, I was the one in the hot seat. The one in the wrong. The root of the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was just so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell me a million times that you understand how it was like, you can imagine what it was for me, that you sympathise with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you've actually been through it yourself, you'll never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you've been taunted, teased, annoyed by every single bloody classmate for more than a year. Imagine being hated by the very people that you look to as your only friends, the only people you don't hate, the only people who you trust like they were your brothers and sisters, your only solace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then imagine them ignoring you, despising you, and not wanting to know you at all, wishing you weren't in their lives. Imagine they hated you while pretending to like you. Imagine them complaining to each other about you while you could do nothing, &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;, to solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because no matter what you did, they would just tell themselves, oh, she's just trying to get attention, she's so annoying, she's so insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry for being insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why? Why didn't you tell me a single thing about the whole incident? Why did you choose to keep it from me for more than a whole bloody year? Why couldn't you just tell me, complain to me, scream at me about this, rather than bottling it up for so bloody long and having it result in this whole bloody problem? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger is like a bottle of coke. At first it just fizzes silently. If you shake it builds up gas in the bottle. If you continue shaking and don't release that gas soon, the bottle will explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't we prevent that from happening by just letting it out? Why do we have to keep this anger when there is no need for it? We've talked before, why can't we just talk over things again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't explode the coke bottle. Let's mend the cracks before they get bigger, before it's too late. Don't tell me it's not that easy, you don't understand, it's not what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I know is that no one wants to be hated by their friends. Do you want that to happen? Do you want to be the ones to pull someone apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejection is like a knife. At first it just makes a small cut. It heals, but leaves scars. But if the knife goes deeper, it makes you bleed. It kills you. From the wounds deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt is like a gunshot wound. Small on the outside, yet the damage within is unexpected, devastating, deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to stop this. Fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-6658996018909142979?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6658996018909142979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=6658996018909142979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6658996018909142979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6658996018909142979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-just-screw-it.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-227817827535852422</id><published>2009-01-28T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T04:51:44.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I thought we were friends.&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were the best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were the best of friends despite whatever differences, whatever problems we faced.&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happened.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself “Yes, it’s all over now, we can finally be together.”&lt;br /&gt;I had this stupid, foolish hope that it would never happen again.&lt;br /&gt;Again, I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as we finally mended one of the cracks in our friendship, more cracks appeared.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they were from the mending of the first, maybe just hidden till now.&lt;br /&gt;And they just keep getting more and more obvious as they grew, just like the first.&lt;br /&gt;This time, I wanted to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to have seen it wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted them to be the healing scars of the first crack, nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell myself I’d just seen wrongly, been disillusioned by the magnitude of the first crack.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted our friendship to be finally healed for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that hard?&lt;br /&gt;Is it that hard for us to be back together?&lt;br /&gt;Is it that hard to accept one another’s differences, accept our weaknesses?&lt;br /&gt;Is it really that hard to be friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long before all this, I used to take friendship for granted, thinking it was instant.&lt;br /&gt;I soon learnt I was wrong, and friendships seemed somewhat impossible.&lt;br /&gt;When we met, I was broken, disheartened, and did stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;Because I no longer cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not about friends - they were worthless.&lt;br /&gt;Not about school - I had no one to look forward to seeing.&lt;br /&gt;Not about my life - it was screwed.&lt;br /&gt;I only cared about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, you didn’t seem to care either.&lt;br /&gt;I thought you did.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it, why am I so bloody insensitive?&lt;br /&gt;So numb to everything around me?&lt;br /&gt;So insensitive toward those I’ve hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you’ll forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can finally mend our friendship, once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;I want all this to end.&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this is just so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want this to carry on any longer.&lt;br /&gt;Not a single second more.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t we just talk this out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don’t want anyone to be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Or kept in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Or be left out.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want anyone to go through what I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Trust me, you wouldn't want that to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Screw it, tabs. stop emoing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's a waste of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-227817827535852422?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/227817827535852422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=227817827535852422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/227817827535852422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/227817827535852422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-thought-we-were-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-7425619406891222393</id><published>2009-01-20T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T05:40:43.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to think of an emo plot for my play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll just write bout my yr 1 life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how do i end it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw it. i need inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i must stop swearing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-7425619406891222393?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7425619406891222393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=7425619406891222393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7425619406891222393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7425619406891222393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-5579282137174298343</id><published>2009-01-06T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T05:27:06.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, kaiseng was parade commander for marning assembly, probably because there weren't any std4s around? haha he looked cool (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to aries at white sands to buy hairnets. 2 were the wrong sort gotta go back change them tomorrow -.- i bought &lt;strong&gt;25&lt;/strong&gt; hairnets 24, for teh std2s, 1for yufeng. i think the auntie thought i was hilarious, she was grinning at me  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMP TEAM RESULTS ARE OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC:&lt;br /&gt;no.1 Daniel&lt;br /&gt;no.2 Haonan&lt;br /&gt;no.3 Yiren&lt;br /&gt;4 and 5: forgot who is who whoopsXD Marcus and Kaiseng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NC:&lt;br /&gt;no.1 JiaMin&lt;br /&gt;no. 2,3,4: forgot order again. Manjia, Charlotte and Xinyi&lt;br /&gt;no.5 YuFeng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that this is quite nice for me since:&lt;br /&gt;1. I can slack abit more, no pressure =D&lt;br /&gt;2. I can be casualty!!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Marcus is in AC, which mean's I'm the only std3 left in Hera, which means I can be no.1 for intra-comp!!!! yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i shall now have to chiong boot polishing, or i shall never sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;and staff Xunlin, I still owe you your scarf (sry la, used to calling you that =D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-5579282137174298343?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5579282137174298343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=5579282137174298343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5579282137174298343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5579282137174298343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-kaiseng-was-parade-commander-for.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-2632588548007104318</id><published>2008-12-21T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T05:37:39.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Trainees, now is body maintenence. Lights out is in about half an hour's time, get a good rest. Carry on."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh, tell your squad...hot ice. Fall in at the cookhouse in your JNCO tee. Carry on."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"*lag.* HOT ICE!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. JNCO was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I shan't elaborate much here, but I remember for the first half of camp I'd thought the seniors had been exxagerating, maybe it was different because of the style of training.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised they were right.&lt;br /&gt;I saw squadmates doing totally unexpected things.&lt;br /&gt;I was both shocked and surprised.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope I did my best and played my part as part of the squad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Your left, your left, your left right!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dunman!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Your left right!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"St John!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Your left right!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"JNCO!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Your left right!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Serve With Pride!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We shall not be moved..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely proud of my squadmates. GOOD JOB EVERYONE, WE DID IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start emoing already.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SQUADMATES! (:&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting the seniors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-2632588548007104318?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2632588548007104318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=2632588548007104318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2632588548007104318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2632588548007104318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/12/trainees-now-is-body-maintenence.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-5169915876260589231</id><published>2008-12-05T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:31:23.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;amp;#%&amp;amp;#.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that i seriously need more practice on my guitar.&lt;br /&gt;sorry my dear, i've been wasting time on all that rubbish i somehow manage to find that i havent found much time for you.&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi is bloody annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised how i've not been appreciating their hard work all this while.&lt;br /&gt;thanks(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and off to learn a new song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-5169915876260589231?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5169915876260589231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=5169915876260589231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5169915876260589231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5169915876260589231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-realised-that-i-seriously-need.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-6362908097230251066</id><published>2008-12-05T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T07:24:20.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Random CRV shots. when we went to watch sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/STk8WQq0WDI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VVDHuzVz_p0/s1600-h/P1000115.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276314791570593842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/STk8WQq0WDI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VVDHuzVz_p0/s400/P1000115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ang's retarded expression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/STk8WPa3IoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/VVRsoEgxThU/s1600-h/P1000107.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276314791235232386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/STk8WPa3IoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/VVRsoEgxThU/s400/P1000107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Ang's &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; retarded expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, so what if i'm wearing squad tee? it's nice to wear(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/STk9B4Ud4SI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ht6_BBSJ3Ic/s1600-h/P1000097.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276315540948640034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/STk9B4Ud4SI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ht6_BBSJ3Ic/s400/P1000097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Took some sky shots on ang's cam. this one's my fave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/STk8VzL3bjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/G-A1_PcD3BE/s1600-h/P1000086.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276314783656144434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/STk8VzL3bjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/G-A1_PcD3BE/s400/P1000086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/STk8Vq3rqqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MdxcJ6ItFec/s1600-h/P1000083.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276314781424003746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/STk8Vq3rqqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MdxcJ6ItFec/s400/P1000083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Remember these?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/STk-Mmmlj7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Ksy5GAkOi4U/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276316824682991538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/STk-Mmmlj7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Ksy5GAkOi4U/s400/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4/12: Kim looks constipated; vernon looks...funny; clar's face is half hidden; clare looks &lt;em&gt;cute &lt;/em&gt;(ahem) with ponytails; shawn looks retarded (both facial expression and haircut); the guy's faces look, well, different, and yangle looks simply idiotic. Oh, Ivan and Jeeves are there! Some people are unrecognisable, especially the guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/STk-L3BFxdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TXJ0pDfdF2A/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/STlDu9-rWUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6RXcaBQMkjc/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276322912631740738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/STlDu9-rWUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6RXcaBQMkjc/s400/IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5/12: A horrible mess. Lots of new people. This time, clare's face's hidden; lim's almost totally gone; Ivan and Jeeves are still present; slime's actually smiling; loads of cow ears on zls, susan teo and nemo; big mac's got his tie yanked (by me); nemo's crossed eyed, i just noticed; vernon still looks retarded (he's got specs too)and now so does ang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/STlDvCUABTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rAtujhVBa9E/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276322913794917682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/STlDvCUABTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rAtujhVBa9E/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5/12 again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/STk-M5XknoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/naExei49kQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276316829720288898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/STk-M5XknoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/naExei49kQ8/s400/IMG_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6/12: Everything looks relatively normal. Vernon's gone; Mala's wering this gigantic anti-drug collar pin; fonny and ang are giving huge grins; J.Foo somehow looks like he just woke up. Everyone finally looks somewhat similar to what they currently do. I swear, this is the smallest class pic I've ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/STk-NCaokEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/oNitsy_5Rh4/s1600-h/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276316832149049410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/STk-NCaokEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/oNitsy_5Rh4/s400/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6/11 and 6/12 combined. Messiest ever. Clar is...rubbing her eyes?; shorya's spacing out; yangle, ang and matt look...idiotic; big mac's being strangled; Ivan and Jeeves have disappeared ( i think); J.Foo looks like a madman; slime's stoning - calm in the midst of confusion; I'm holding clare's Biscuit. As for the rest, go see for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wonder who has the one in which ___was doing the split and __had contorted into a one-leg-round-neck pose... Should have gotten that one...Censored for the sake of &lt;em&gt;someone's&lt;/em&gt; reputation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;will post jumpshots etc tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/4749894992908808144-6362908097230251066?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6362908097230251066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=6362908097230251066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6362908097230251066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6362908097230251066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-shots.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/STk8WQq0WDI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VVDHuzVz_p0/s72-c/P1000115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-2496181461280580720</id><published>2008-12-05T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T05:53:50.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just returned from 6/12 class chalet, aka CRV- class reunion V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1.&lt;br /&gt;got a ride from my parents to costa sands, since my dad was on leave, and my mum was helping us check in, so clar (who helped carry stuff like skewers from ang (dunno why, but that seems to be the shortest thing I could think of to call him), C=clare and clar to my house, ending up looking like crazy idiots with lots of bags), kim (who came over after I invaded her house to return her the books Ive borrowed for about 2 years) and I followed them there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we unpacked (which really means 'dump bags upstairs') and everyone went to get the BBQ pit. I stayed with slime and nick neo (i think) at the chalet, and slime started playing with his lighter and bottle of lighter fluid, so by the time the rest returned, slime'd started a fire in the &lt;strong&gt;drain&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then halfway through the BBQ it rained, so we moved it indoors. kim started screaming "I DEFY YOU!" at the sky with her umbrella in her hand (we were using it to shield everyone from the wet wind) and the floor indoors became excessively wet and sticky. We also dumped loads of cow shit (what we named the fire starters) and lighter fluid in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to move indoors after awhile and sat with kim on the 2 extra matresses (the gym mat sort) and savoured lots of sausages while listening to mrbrown podcasts on her phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything we decided to mop the floor. So kim and I trekked to the main lobby, discovered there were no mops to be borrowed, walked around in the pool, got yelled at from a distance by the lifeguard, went back and broke the news. In the end, we had a &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; interesting time cleaning up the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to splash loads of water around the first floor's floor, and had a hell of a time trying to sweep it out the front door with our feet. slime and suggested putting our feet together and standing in a line, and as a result everyone who did that ended up looking like a penguin -.- The we realised we could just use to toilet door for the water at the back. After we finally managed to sweep and mop up almost all the water (leaving the floor just damp) with our feet and &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; floor mat (slime and I had to wring it countless times), clare(not slime, as I thought) discovered the broom (the plastic sort) in the cupboard under the sink -_- but at least we managed to use it on the front porch. A toad/frog jumped around our assorted shoes, sandals and slippers/flipflops. We had to chase it away with the broom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the cleaning crew (I think there was still clare, and and some others) sneaked some drinks and had our baths. Clare was first I think, then I managed to bathe within 5 minutes. I wonder how I did that, but I think it'll come in handy for JNCO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on clar, clare, fonny, kim and ang attempted to to remake 'the mysterious ticking noise' with shawn filming, and me being the ticking noise (whacking a skewer on the banister). They used a pack on giant pocky as the pipe bomb, which literally exploded in the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we watched V for Vandetta (NC16, I think. Or was it M18? it was brought by clar) in the room, but in the end everyone moved downstairs except for kim, lim, shawn and me, who eventually fell asleep in upstairs. When they returned we woke up, and decided the guys would have the bed and the girls would get the gym mats on the floor. It turned out to be a good choice, because apparently ang, who was sleeping at the edge of the bed, froze. Let me explain. At one end of the room, there was the cupboard, which had the aircon above it (and my guitar in it, yes I brought my dear guitar along), then next to it (in the direction the aircon was blowing) there were the gym mats, then the 2 beds we'd pushed to the wall. Ang was sleeping at edge at the aircon side, so for the whole night we could hear him sniffing, and in the morning he was complaining about almost falling off onto the mat (where &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;would have got squished if that was the case) and freezing to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day2.&lt;br /&gt;woke up before 6, and climbed over the fence that was supposed to be open. I though I wouldnt freak out, but in the end the guys helped boost me higher up to swing my legs to the top. It was pretty fun, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a breaker to watch sunrise, only to realise it was facing the wrong direction. But that kinda helped, because it let us take some interesting photos. Took loads of jumpshots and otherwise camwhored. Some of us climbed down along the slope of the breaker, risking falling into the ocean, but not really, and took pictures. Ang looked mostly retarded in them, beacause he was talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marshmallows and last night's remains for breakfast. a few wings and marshmallows got burned, and we used them as fuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth or dare. dares included calling the neighbours 'freaking cavemen', jumping on the bed shouting 'yay', and doing belly dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was lunch at BK, where the guys complained the girls were anorexic (we shared 1 upsized meal, 1 iced milo, and fries fonny couldnt finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the forbidden sport: bowling. Forbidden since my mum insists is bad for my back, which only has a slight curve. Oh please. My senior has that problem for real, and &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; can bowl.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I somehow manageed to own the first two games witha score of 50 plus and 77, then screwed up the third with a plastered thumb, and got owed by clar. Ang also demanded a plaster, and we ended up taking a shot of our plastered thumbs with his cam. Shawn owned the forth game between him and lim with a score of 77, tying with mine. Bought loads of can drinks for Snape's brew, plus a 6-pack of red bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back and played cards. After a while I introduced them to the cards version of heart attack, and we invented the Fonian (or was it Fonnish?)counting system. It started with him saying rubbish for his turns rather than proper numbers, and when he was supposed to say 11 he said 'lulululu', and the card really happened to be a jack. We'd already started to scramble languages since I'd started talking in chinese and teochew. In the end, we took a video of us using the new system of counting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-ichi&lt;br /&gt;2-scratchy (I came up with this after being reminded of the calamime lotion cheer)&lt;br /&gt;3-san&lt;br /&gt;4-shi&lt;br /&gt;5-go&lt;br /&gt;6-liu&lt;br /&gt;7-qi&lt;br /&gt;8-ba&lt;br /&gt;9-wumbade (from the indian train station announcement, it sounded more interesting than sembilan)&lt;br /&gt;10-shi (or was it ten?)&lt;br /&gt;11-lululu&lt;br /&gt;12-twelve (later changed to crivens or something)&lt;br /&gt;13-thirteen (later changed to dumbledore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on there were still more additions, plus signs by clar, kim and some others.&lt;br /&gt;Ordered 4 pizzas from canadian pizza at 6 plus. it was supopsed to be at 6.12 pm, but we kinda missed it, so we called a few minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza, coke and snape's brew for dinner. Oh, and grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched POTO (phantom of the opera, brought by me) on slime's laptop. We all kept singing along but changing the phrase 'phantom of the opera' to 'POTO', which sounded quite wierd in the end. Ang kept drinking red bull throughout the time after we bought the 6-pack. I realised how bloody sweet it was. I could actually smell the sweetness just by sittting beside him! what the heck. I swear, whoever drinks enought of it ends up having a breath like someone who's got hyperglycaemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was truth or dare. We kept changing positions. Those who wanted to sleep slept on the bed, aka clar and shawn. Clar fell asleep reading, with her finger on the next page. Shawn fell asleep with his earphone on, looking dead. Everyone else sat on the mat. A few ghost stories, when kim scared the hell out of me with her special effects, and then truth or dare, when we all just lay on the mat and crapped. I fell asleep halfway, and woke up not long later to be told it was my turn. Then I really fell asleep not long later. According to the others, I fell asleep when I had moved from my position in the corner to lying with my head in the middle. Then later on ang decided to take up a space somewhere that &lt;em&gt;also&lt;/em&gt; took up alot of space and said something about seeing 'how 6 people were going to fit in'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day3&lt;br /&gt;In the morning , I was awoken by slime's phone alarm. Discovered it was 6.30, too late to watch the planned sunrise-watch. Swore. Slime also woke up, then went back to sleep. I discovered I'd forgotten my previous sleeping position, and found a space between shawn's and slime's/ang's (dunno which one) head, where I had a surround sound of muttering. According to ang, he once sleepwalked and woke up to find a knife in one hand and 4 quarters of an apple in beside the other. what the heck. In the end I moved in beside kim and clare, in ang's old position at the edge of the bed. Thank goodness I'd cooerced him into lending me his jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up for awhile, heard clare get up, and immediately got kicked by kimberly, who seemed to be having a fit, for a short while before giving up and goign downstairs to find ang, clare, and slime. Ang commented it seemed like we'd all been on crack, because we were all sniffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cup noodles for breakfast, &lt;em&gt;somebody&lt;/em&gt; decided to have two cups, and the we packed up and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to pasir ris park, where shawn and i went to the beach and got our slippers stolen. clar told me ang had hidden them. He denied it flatly for about a minute, then told us it was nearby. Finally got told by clar it was hidden by some bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started raining, and we moved to the toilet area (it had a drink machine) when it lessened slightly. Finally escaped and took a bus to white sands. Stoned at the library to wait for the lunch crowd to lessen and discovered clar's funny jumpshot expressions. Took some $9 (which was the same number of people we had). I still havent scanned them in yet, which I was supposed to. Lunch and taiti at Kopitiam. Shared ice kacang with clare, lim and ang, and accidentally choked some at clar and ang who were sitting across me. Whoops. After that we stole kim's soup. At first clare was playing taiti, but she later decided she was bored and changed places with shawn. Left at about 5 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all for CRV, 2-4 dec 2008. Hope they'll change the next date to other than 19th dec, which is during JNCO, so can meet them again. meeting next week too. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched staff xunlin's 40th dance video (finally) today. Still attempting to understaand the formation. I hope I dont have to do a solo. And my winter scarf's disappeared mysteriously. strange. *SWEAR*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now off to dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-2496181461280580720?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2496181461280580720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=2496181461280580720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2496181461280580720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2496181461280580720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-returned-from-612-class-chalet-aka.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-1833013604466069725</id><published>2008-11-29T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T08:01:42.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Kupped from cher. it's one of those wierd random time-killers. surprisingly, i bothered to do it! XD I realised it's mostly the same as cherisse LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Dear -someone-,I don’t really know how to tell you this, but (_1_).I think I realised it (_2_), (_3_) and I saw you (_4_) (_5_). I’m sure you’re (_6_) enough to understand (_7_). I’m returning (_8_) to you, but I’ll keep (_9_) as a memory. You should also know that I (_10_) and (_11_).(_12_),-Your name-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What’s the colour of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red- Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White – I’m joining the Convent&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike your eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our socks don’t match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You’re a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I’m selling myself for candy&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You’re mean&lt;br /&gt;Other - I’m in love with your cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night you picked your nose&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year when you peed your pants&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;May - When I threw up in your sock drawer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July – When you smacked my butt&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the purple monkey&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped in the bathtub&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Forest Gump&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog humped my leg&lt;br /&gt;December - When I finally changed my underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna- In your car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pasta - Outside of your office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad – As you were eating Kraft Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Jean Chrétien&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In a clown suit&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Elton John concert&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a street light&lt;br /&gt;Annat - With George Bush and Stephen Harper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What’s the colour of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - IgnoreBlue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put whipped cream on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the pants off of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What’s the colour of your undies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Black - My boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey – The Catholic Priest&lt;br /&gt;Brown – Your ‘My Little Pony’ collection&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My corned beef hash&lt;br /&gt;Red – My knee caps&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My salt-beef bucket&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My illegitimate child in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Blink 182 cd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pink – The Montreal Canadian’s goalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;None – My prized statue of Michael Jackson in the nude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Other - The elephant in the corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs- Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C.- Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill- Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes- Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost- High&lt;br /&gt;House- Sly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Simpsons- Cowardly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The news- Scarred &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(that's the only thing I recognise here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy- Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model- Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;Annat- Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Happy - How awful you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn’t exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your smell makes me vomit&lt;br /&gt;Depressed – That we’re related&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That I may pee my pants&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east is planning their revenge on you&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Ford sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That you need a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I’m allergic to your earlobes&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Silly - That there is no solution to you being a dumbkid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Other - That your driving sucks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(how should I describe this? Lets call it the 'after finishing MOI feeling'.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;8. What’s the colour of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;White - Your toe ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters to me&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Elton John poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your pet rock&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from Vegas&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your nose hair clippers&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy underwear&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old New Kids on the Block blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Yes. I'll confess, my wall are half-pink (bottom half) and half-white (top half). Wierd idea from lower primary. Ugh. Regret pink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo with the moustache drawn on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;C/D - The oil tank from your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour’s dog&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of that blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X – Your glass eye&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your credit cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Told my psychiatrist about the bruises&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget that night&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break your leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;G/H – Hate your cooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I/J – Mocked you behind your back constantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities that you did not steal that whale in the back yard&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about the moose poaching&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed about the car you stole&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Always will remember the pep talks&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of your feet&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Will try to forget that you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Haven’t showered in a month&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z – Am better off without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship is ruined&lt;br /&gt;Beer – you should stop picking your nose&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink – I’m off to lead a new life as a lemon&lt;br /&gt;Soda – I will haunt you when I’m incarnated as an Eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building is on fire&lt;br /&gt;Wine – Thanks for the Cocaine&lt;br /&gt;Cider – I have a passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Juice – You ruined my attempts at another world war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water – You should get that embarrassing rash checked&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate – Your Cucumber-fetishism is weird&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey - I love Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;Liquor - I chew on your earlobes while you sleep&lt;br /&gt;Other – I’m scratching my ass as you read this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand – Warm tingly sensations&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Best of luck on the sex-change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;England - Good luck in jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China – You make me sick&lt;br /&gt;Germany – Please don’t hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Japan - Go milk a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;USA - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt – Kiss my butt&lt;br /&gt;France – With tears of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so after filling in the blanks with the words the letters gonna sound really retarded :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dear pretty,I don’t really know how to tell you this, but (_1_)our romance is over.I think I realised it (_2_)when I threw up in your sock drawer, (_3_)outside of your office and I saw you (_4_)sit on (_5_)The elephant in the corner. I’m sure you’re (_6_)scarred enough to understand (_7_)That your driving sucks. I’m returning (_8_)your toe ring and the cut toenails to you, but I’ll keep (_9_)your collection of butterflies as a memory. You should also know that I (_10_)hate your cooking&lt;br /&gt;and (_11_)you ruined my attempts at another world war.(_12_)Good luck in jail,-Sweet-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;lol. this reminds me of kimbarney's crazy fill in the blanks book.&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/4749894992908808144-1833013604466069725?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1833013604466069725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=1833013604466069725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/1833013604466069725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/1833013604466069725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/11/kupped-from-cher.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-5342887019898551796</id><published>2008-11-15T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T06:02:13.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/SR7K4eovufI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-PUabiRxji0/s1600-h/PICT0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268871685715507698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/SR7K4eovufI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-PUabiRxji0/s200/PICT0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha this picture brings back memories of SHPS. I think this was TBT's puppet, Squak, as we called it. Used for some IRS thing with Clar and Clare.&lt;br /&gt;I randomly decided to put it as my display pic. And I shall quote Cherisse:&lt;br /&gt;"so cute, who is tht?...i bet it's me, thts why so cute"&lt;br /&gt;observations: squak has a big mouth that generally stays open, just like cherisse XD HAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm thinking about whether I'll miss Kezo. I used to think I'd never ever like them, let alone miss them, but I think that's changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because now when I look back, I realised they've helped me alot by teaching me some important lessons about life and stuff, so I'm pretty grateful to you lot. Thanks people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry, I might not write about some people since I don't really know you well, but no worries, I won't forget you (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll miss Cherisse, Huiwen, Sheena, Weixin and Zinc, aka the people in my unnamed clique for just being there and crapping around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll miss crapping and complaining about cca with cherisse, and the &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt; chats.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss asking huiwen for help with chinese&gt;&lt;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll miss asking sheena and weixin random stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll miss sitting with zinc and crapping random stuff with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;singrue's "go for flagraisingggg!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;caris jiamin amanda and sylvia laughing alot. lynette sometimes laughing, sometimes stoning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;christina's blurness (referring to class chalet, the fast card game thing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;shermin continually being bullied (is that the right word?) into doing AV stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;teri's accent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nicole yvon and shujun being...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i can't think how to describe them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;calvin and enzhi trying to confuse new teachers -and mrs koh- about their names. and also generally irritating people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;darryl swearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hansiang being yango's pet. that's my full impression of him, but not much to say haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;jacob's 'oh no you don't ___...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mook getting annoyed (more recently) and being lame. oh, and playing with his laptop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;zonglong's cursing, sick jokes, gaying around, and also crapping with him about cca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I useed to think that I'd hate them alot, and be glad when we finally parted, but now that we're really leaving one another, I'm starting to feel a little sad. I never expected it. Now I love them for all they taught me. And for taking me in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm somewhat starting to miss my angel. She appeared when I needed help the most, a most unexpected source. Maybe it's because I don't need help anymore. At least she has less to bother with now. God bless you, angel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-5342887019898551796?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5342887019898551796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=5342887019898551796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5342887019898551796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5342887019898551796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/11/haha-this-picture-brings-back-memories.html' title='memories'/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/SR7K4eovufI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-PUabiRxji0/s72-c/PICT0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-2719723238375133644</id><published>2008-11-11T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:30:12.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I got into 3L!!!&lt;br /&gt;And guess what that means.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY 1ST CHIOCE OF TRIPLE SCIENCE LIT!!!!!!!!&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;oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANK YOU GOD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! You heard my prayer! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit*&lt;br /&gt;Weixin and Shu Jun are in my class too! yay!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my class has &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; Amandas.-.- That means one's probably the one from my level camp group!&lt;br /&gt;And there's also Jamie from 2g(:&lt;br /&gt;And some other people I think I've heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm lo0oking forward to a new beginning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hoping I won't screw it up&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's a blessing or a curse having no squadmates in my class...&lt;br /&gt;*edit*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-2719723238375133644?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2719723238375133644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=2719723238375133644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2719723238375133644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2719723238375133644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/11/yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay-i-got-into-3j.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-2394001124646625958</id><published>2008-11-09T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:18:10.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO I'M BACK!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I haven't posted for very very long as you can see, but I'm back! Too lazy to do past updates though. If I did you'd fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wt, reveal yourself. As in your identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet's on wednesday! Which is also the day our postings come out -.-&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cycle there, but I might also wanna bring my guitar for fun, and if anyone want to practise.(or is that supposed to be 'practice'?) (: Hope it doesn't rain. I wonder how I'll cycle there with my guitar though, it's pretty bulky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JNCO's just around the corner too! Have mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, it's fun being back with the rest of the squad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit*&lt;br /&gt;I wanna change blogskin. I wonder how to design one. No actually I found a nice one except for the cursor and picture, but i wcant seem to figure out what to edit. I think I havent edited blogskins for too long le. help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-2394001124646625958?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2394001124646625958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=2394001124646625958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2394001124646625958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2394001124646625958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-im-back-d-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-23390317533919301</id><published>2008-09-09T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:44:44.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone's unhappy with my previous post, but we made it up i guess.&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure if I should go to 2K class chalet, I mean I'd like to, but it's quite ex and I'm already going to 6/12 chalet and I can't spend so much money. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my class will hate me for this.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant they have a class outing instead? gahh zinc you should have voted fro class outing!!&lt;br /&gt;oh nevermind. it's no use now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%$%^*#*%*swearswearswear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's it. I'm not going.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not unless I can not pay if I'm not staying over, which is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;call me mercinary, but GAH. I don't know!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-23390317533919301?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/23390317533919301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=23390317533919301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/23390317533919301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/23390317533919301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/09/someones-unhappy-with-my-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-6280221052897723943</id><published>2008-08-29T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T05:47:41.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i shouldnt write this here. if you dont want to read it then dont. that's your problem. if you read this and get pissed off again for the millionth time, dont blame me. I know I'm a rude person. but so are you. can't you put yourself in my shoes for once? just try scolding yourself in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are so bloody annoying at times.Yes I'll admit you're usually friendly and nice. Biut when you get pissed you become unreasonable. And it's freaking annoying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I told you to listen without saying any formalities, it was because &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; were in a rush, therefore I tried to type faster, to help you. Then when I told you something, you asked me again, which means you weren't paying attention, which is exactly what you told me what not to do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you think you're the only person affected? You think I don't think for you before I make a decision? Did I ever force you to do anything? No.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I understand you've probably got a short temper or something. But can you just  stop thinking of yourself, stop losing your temper, stop bloody coming to bloody conclusions that are obviously not true? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe when you're pissed you can't think properly and so everything doesn't seem to make sense, everything seems unfair to you. But for once, couldn't you just place yourself in someone else's shoes first? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I'm being a hypocrite when I'm saying this. You're probably got reasons for being pissed, you've probably got a short temper. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think we want to make your life hard for you? You think we're that evil? If  your job's hard, our is just as bad, you know. If you want to negotiate, fine. But why the heck do you have to lose your temper so quickly before you even find out what's going on?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you really think you're the only person who ever gets pissed and that everyone else is numb to your scolding, your jumping to comclusions, your temper tantrums? Do you think we just remain neutral to it and don't feel a single thing, like zombies or something?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You claim you're not angry, it's just that you want to make a point. But do you really mean it? Even if you don't look angry or talk angrily, it's pretty obvious by just looking at what you say. It's obvious through your body language. And even if you mean to emphasise when you use caps, you think I would know? It's not like no one shouts using caps you know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry. Maybe you think I'm the one jumping to conclusions. Maybe you think I'm being unfair. Maybe you think I'm picking on you because I'm pissed.  Maybe you're thinking what a mean, short-tempered, hypocritical  friend you've got here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But seriously, I wrote this to let you know. Maybe you'll just pass it off as me just being pissed, emo, or crapping. I don't expect you to change, because that's just you, and it's not like I'm always 100% right or that everyone should listen to me. I'm human too, I make mistakes, I have feelings that affect my thinking. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have feelings.&lt;/strong&gt; You aren't the only one who does. Think about it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to nag, but seriously, you need to know this. Y0u may claim to know this already, but does it mean anything to you at all?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mini class reunion today. clare,clar,mook,nickneo,ed,yujian/angkukueh and shawn came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wasn't too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;watched WALL.E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;saw yj's maths. it's crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;had fries and truth/truth at macs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lost my baking tray and a cookie box (rubbermaid)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i was wondering why it seemed like something was missing when i left macs. didn't think of &lt;strong&gt;going back to check.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;damn. i must be more careful and less stupid and careless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;already lost so many things before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;!#&amp;amp;^#$%*#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i shall NOT swear ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;even my mum isn't as depressed over the lost things as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i will buy them on monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-6280221052897723943?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6280221052897723943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=6280221052897723943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6280221052897723943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6280221052897723943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-i-shouldnt-write-this-here.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-8240951880498980976</id><published>2008-08-27T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:57:30.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent posted for veryveryvery long.&lt;br /&gt;recent stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cross country. i was number 243, came in 223. would have been 222 if i knew i could cut the queue, which shermin managed to do before me (SHE got 222nd) screwed lah, they put us at the back, impossible to overtake, so many people. if i ran in a small group and they timed me my placing would be so much better -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw &lt;strong&gt;staff xunlin&lt;/strong&gt; before the run, got a lucky handshake from her XD. if you've ever shook her hand before you'll know what its like(: thanks staff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intracomp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran through the rain, should have taken a bus but was too rushed to think properly. got soaked, despite trying to shelter my hair with my uniform. (or else it'd be WET under my beret) in the end my hair was soaked too. oh well. took a chance to emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got to school, put down my soaked stuff, and chionged to change. I think my squad probably thought i was nuts, because...well yeah. i think i was pretty much hyperventilating, because i was worried I would be late, and everyone was either tellling me to hurry go change or asking if i was alright. it was pretty heartening to her tham ask that despite the circumstances. not many people care for me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met kimberly in the toilet, passed her hairnet. lol she already wore the rest of her uniform yet she left not much earlier than me -.- was almost late for first parade. could hear them shouting while i was adjusting my hairnet. swore in front of some NP people, and chionged to the lt area, realised no one was there, bumped into a sir, asked him, ran to hall. dumped my ziplock bag into the valuables box, chionged to fall in, and was interrogated by sgt mae ans yeukho as to the whereabouts of marcus. he was even later than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOC was sad. marcus and i didnt pull hard enough, couldnt kick stretcher open for half a minute. screwed up 2 out of 4 1-2-1 drills. and couldnt push the stretcher properly while going down the stairs. pity didnt go for last TOC session the day before. had stupid IVP at nanyang poly from which i chionged back to school with huixian in the rain to do footdrill. good thing i got my squad tee to change into(: it's NICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case. I STONED. after a too-fast treatment for shock, I stoned. just ventilated heart attack casualty (sgt janson). no reassuarance, no checking avpu, no checking for brain damage. $&amp;amp;$%&amp;amp;. i stoned for my std1 case too i think. for team case. &lt;strong&gt;tabitha, stop stoning. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD. kekanan puseng on the march was on wrong foot. told myself to march off on right foot. screwed. slow reaction. penguined abit i think. why couldnt i cover it up?!?!?! i screwed it up completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Overall it wasnt bad i guess. Hera got third, which wasn't too bad considering our standard. I wonder how it was for the std1s' individual cases. I know i pretty much screwed up mine when i didnt put the scissors away and used the wrong bandage in std1 comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our trophies and house badges are nice. sgt yeukho's luck hasnt failed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;today. sj phototaking. chionged to change. thanks for helping me hand in maths worksheet sheena! (i'm the maths rep. therefore it's &lt;strong&gt;evil&lt;/strong&gt; not to put it in myself. but i was rushing! thanks sheena! =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw some std4s +std3s+std1s in the container toilet. i was the only std2 -.- wth.&lt;br /&gt;lol seahzonglong was asking me where to buy uniform cover. i wonder how his uniform survives getting crumpled the way he carries it around. crapped about footdrill during geog. i think it was sparked off becuase he spelled some word that made it look like berhenti &gt;&lt;&lt;strong&gt;13/15 &lt;/strong&gt;for geog! my index number lols. wahaha that's the highest in our class. szl and enzhi also got 13 i think. not sure who else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weixin asked me to lend it to her to bring home to photocopy! felt so honoured, though i doubt she can read my writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;science proj meeting on monday. its a case scenario of a chemical spill in a traffic accident. i'm the paramedic officer!! guess why &gt;&lt; i'm happy, i can slack abit. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;noodles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-8240951880498980976?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8240951880498980976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=8240951880498980976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/8240951880498980976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/8240951880498980976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/08/havent-posted-for-veryveryvery-long.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-7082722322398718684</id><published>2008-08-11T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T03:45:47.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh. had a family gathering on national day.&lt;br /&gt;played taiti in the room. there were a few of us.&lt;br /&gt;andrew, brian(my wacky cousins), melissa, jonathan, isaac, isiah (did I spell that right? he was playing com games, making sound effects and kind of talking to the com.)(the 2 'I's are my nephews&gt;&lt;) and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was the wierd dealer. kept changing the dealing pattern. lol&lt;br /&gt;they were calling me the general emo. dont ask me why. they were coming up with wierd acronyms for GE (gifted education -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a video of pillowfight, round 1.(melissa and andrew) i'll send it to melissa to post it on youtube then i'll upload it. the 'reporter' is brian -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some time before that (i think) we were throwing a pillow around and andrew opened the door and yelled "mummy they beat me!!!'&lt;br /&gt;spoilt brat. 20 plus and working and still depends on his mom for stuff like that :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completely missed ndp except for some red and green flag thing, we ditched it for olympics. wonder how it was in the rain. pity the parade people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha something from last comp train:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sgt liwen (or was it sgt wenzhong?): ok lets do this last drill and finish up today's comp train. sekuad sediya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pause.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rongying: *clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone else: ROFLMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt; heh rongying's funny. (: if you're reading this, hi rongying! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-7082722322398718684?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7082722322398718684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=7082722322398718684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7082722322398718684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7082722322398718684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/08/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-7415377405148009114</id><published>2008-08-08T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T03:25:19.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this post's been deleted.&lt;br /&gt;because it's too emo and not everyone should be reading it.&lt;br /&gt;read the NEXT post instead!&lt;br /&gt;if i've bothered to write it, that is.(:&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks christine.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a crappy _______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sorry ________s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-7415377405148009114?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7415377405148009114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=7415377405148009114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7415377405148009114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7415377405148009114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-just-doing-my-eportfolio-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-8559743210497777688</id><published>2008-08-05T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T05:02:46.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not much time, but i shall quote some random incidents/quotes from class and some from hera comp train! don't ask me when they were. i cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(GAP day, before GAP):&lt;br /&gt;zl- yakyakyak&lt;br /&gt;hansiang-eh, jacob what the heck are you doing?!&lt;br /&gt;jacob: @$%!# *turns out that jacob wasnt paying attention to what he was doing and tried to screw hansiang's bottle cap onto his bottle of mo (aka chinese ink)* oops sorry! no wonder lah, i was wondering why i couldnt screw it on properly&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bp class:&lt;br /&gt;*some of the girls are are giving a sort of english review on shui3 jing1 bao1*&lt;br /&gt;nicole: the second story is called "The Bun"&lt;br /&gt;everyone else: ROFLMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hera comp train: (not in order&gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rongying: help call ambulance 995 and get AED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;cpl&lt;/s&gt; sgt liwen: ah, what does AED stand for?&lt;br /&gt;rongying: *tries again* help call ambulance 995 and get AED, Automated External Defibrilator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rongying: help call ambulance 995 and get AED &lt;em&gt;AHEM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol she had a sore throat, which explains the "AHEM"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiatai: *after finishing cpr and av sequences* sir, i will now put you-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sgt&lt;/em&gt;(but actually still cpl then, but anyway.) yuekho:  PUT &lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. classic. as quoted by our dear laujiatai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rongying: sir are there any foreign particles in the mouth?&lt;br /&gt;sgt liwen: eh you mean got abrasion in the mouth ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wish i could post more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i must do PORTFOLIO, study for tmr's GEOG and er... ah yes. GEOG FILING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;gah. wish me luck/ bless me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and before i forget:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you probably won't ever read this, but if you do, thanks for lending me the buttons &lt;strong&gt;staff Xunlin&lt;/strong&gt;. Yep and got a new one already, so don't worry about me asking you again(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;because i've resolved &lt;strong&gt;never &lt;/strong&gt;to lose it again. ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yes. and i shall start chionging. NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-8559743210497777688?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8559743210497777688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=8559743210497777688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/8559743210497777688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/8559743210497777688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-much-time-but-i-shall-quote-some.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-2669144719869856417</id><published>2008-07-26T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T06:09:18.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to henry park again toay to teach FA.&lt;br /&gt;here's a cold joke from on of the boys: what did the peanut say? Nothing! peanuts dont talk, you know.&lt;br /&gt;it was ok i guess.&lt;br /&gt;owe 10 pumpings for forgetting the reason for bandaging a burn loosely: so as not to trap heat and let it escape.&lt;br /&gt;about half the time cpl yuekho was holding this long ruler from the class that had a broken and thus pointed end, and pointing it at people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;gasp. these 2 or 3 days my throat's been feeling tight, and sort or strangled.&lt;br /&gt;and now it's starting to be a bit hard to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;gahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i wonder if i should close this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;someone might read something not intended for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;another might misunderstand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yet another might get hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-2669144719869856417?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2669144719869856417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=2669144719869856417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2669144719869856417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2669144719869856417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/went-to-henry-park-again-toay-to-teach.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-5388770160166119779</id><published>2008-07-25T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T03:42:37.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I leaned against a rock, watching the waves. I wished I had someone with me. A friend. But all I could do was wish for one. Because it seemed as though I would never have one for my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had my class, and they all hated me to the core. No one would say it, of course, but it was obvious. I could see it in their eyes whenever they looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I did to make it like this. I'd never realised it before, but when we moved to our new seat at the start of the new term, I realised that I was sitting next to an empty seat. At first I stupidly thought that since there were no extra seats, I would be sitting with someone after all. I was happy, because I thought I'd have a companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised that the girl who sat next to me acted like I wasn't there. Like she was sitting next to an empty seat. When I asked her a question she wouldnt even reply me. The very next day she moved her table to join her clique, and I was left alone, for what seemed like more than the hundredth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and again I tried to tell myself that it was all my imagination, that I was actually liked, just that it wasnt obvious enough to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I knew better. They hated me and always would. For speaking too quickly without thinking. For not doing what everyone was doing. For not conforming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time when one of the girls was talking about something, and when I asked er what it was, she told me it was a secret that involved 24 of the people in the class, no more, no less. Our class had 25 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would't decieve myself any longer. It was no use trying. I was just wasting my efforts. Best to just let go. Maybe I realised that by now, even if they suddenly started to like me, it would be no use. I just hated them too much to try to love them any longer. Maybe I was meant to be that loner in the class, the one who didn't belong anywhere in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the waves dance at my feet as the rain poured down my face, washing off the tears, telling me it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ack. my neck feels wierd. wonder why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-5388770160166119779?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5388770160166119779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=5388770160166119779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5388770160166119779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5388770160166119779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-leaned-against-rock-watching-drops-of.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-6634186111081562296</id><published>2008-07-25T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T05:24:25.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/SInF8hvkSdI/AAAAAAAAADE/kZhQgtGmAJQ/s1600-h/malacca-jumpshotLMAO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226926486180874706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/SInF8hvkSdI/AAAAAAAAADE/kZhQgtGmAJQ/s200/malacca-jumpshotLMAO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/SInFiGqhccI/AAAAAAAAACs/e5UKfFu_jn4/s1600-h/malacca-jumpshotLMAO.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/SInFiRl-qqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IvMWLR6q2wk/s1600-h/malacca-squash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226926035169094306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/SInFiRl-qqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IvMWLR6q2wk/s200/malacca-squash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;random malacca trip photoes i suddenly remembered about. look at weixin! LMAO&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/4749894992908808144-6634186111081562296?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6634186111081562296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=6634186111081562296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6634186111081562296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6634186111081562296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-malacca-trip-photoes-i-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/SInF8hvkSdI/AAAAAAAAADE/kZhQgtGmAJQ/s72-c/malacca-jumpshotLMAO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-5834217926657200381</id><published>2008-07-25T04:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T05:07:46.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I walked back home today, there was a light rain. I walked slowly through it, ignoring the fact that i was getting wetter by the second, because i was enjoying the rain so much. Everyone thinks that rain is gloomy and sad, but i felt it meant happiness.&lt;br /&gt;As I walked along the last stretch of road to my house, I slowed down even more, and thought through today. We'd had a squad lunch, mostly spent discussing squad affairs. Then there was squad pt.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered my joy when i knew about squad lunch and pt. It was all I could do to stop myself from jumping with joy and running around the house screaming, "SQUAD LUNCH! SQUAD PT!"&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it seems like I'm crazy about squad stuff, over enthu, but seriously, I just like being with my squad. Even if they ignore me, at least I'm there with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;squad pt was FUN!!!!!hhahahahahaha. played captains ball for an hour plus i think. didnt kepp track of the time but knew we ended at about 2.45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;people who came were samantha, xinyi, christine, daniel, haihua, manjia, yufeng, charlotte,yiren(who came over from his bball game to join us!) and me. i think that's about it. tell me if i missed out anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmm at first my team was christine, xinyi, daniel and...forgot who. sorry to that person, but i really cant remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then we decided the other team had all the pro people. so we regrouped and new group had yiren, christine, samantha and haihua. i was captain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ha managed to catch about 10 goals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;daniel and manjia kept chatting in jap halfway, which resulted in manjia getting hit on the head once by the ball because she wasnt paying attention. haihua got hit on the nose and we were all crowding around her and asking her if she was alright and quoting FAcase stuff like "sir does the casuaty's nose have a deformity?" and stuff like that. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after that they went to have a chat, but i wanted to run, so in hte end charlotte and i chionged one round (and missed the chat session, sad.) which reminds me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when we were finding a place to put our bags i thought i saw staff xunlin's bag, but though i was mistaken. then later we saw her and some 4D girls playing football when we ewnt to the D-area to play captain's ball. turns out they had interclass today. also saw sir jason running with some friends. gosh he's damn fast lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after charlotte and i ran our round we started to play monkey, and my finger got kind of injured momentarily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when we were getting ready to go off staff xunlin came over to say hi and asked what we were doing. when we told her about squad pt she was quite surprised i think. she was showing us some random shots of someone's dislocated little finger lol. then there was this shot of the x-ray and we could see that it was dislocated till the bones were hardly touching. pity the person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;overall, squad pt was fun and fufilling. our second ever squad pt! much better than the first where was just ran a few rounds-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;charlotte and i agreed we should have more squad pts, and some endurance training too (for jnco i guess) if we play more ball games maybe she'll stop running from the ball. which reminds me, we were joking about her being the best at &lt;strong&gt;dodgeball&lt;/strong&gt; -___-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;squad pt rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my squad rocks even more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in your face! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as quoted from hera std1s.&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-5834217926657200381?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5834217926657200381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=5834217926657200381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5834217926657200381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5834217926657200381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-i-walked-back-home-today-there-was.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-7738271540369757989</id><published>2008-07-24T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T02:37:35.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>random conversations today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enzhi: what if we dont complete the portfolio by the deadline?&lt;br /&gt;ms kheng: i'll burn your house down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiwen*tells jam something*&lt;br /&gt;yanglaoshi:aiyo huiwen musnt be so fierce.&lt;br /&gt;jam: she got pms mah&lt;br /&gt;yls: noo..must say in a nicer tone: she got pms...&lt;br /&gt;everyone: rofl&lt;br /&gt;...sometime later&lt;br /&gt;yls: what does pms mean:&lt;br /&gt;some people: Permanaent Mind Sot.&lt;br /&gt;ROLFMAO&lt;br /&gt;omg he's too guilible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-7738271540369757989?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7738271540369757989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=7738271540369757989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7738271540369757989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7738271540369757989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-conversations-today-enzhi-what.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-7492523283811893539</id><published>2008-07-23T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T06:40:56.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>random quotes from yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mook:eh zonglong gotta go get the report books from miss kheng.&lt;br /&gt;zl: OH MY F**K?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao good thing no teacher there. we were all laughing like siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enzhi to jacob: oh i'm so sorry jacob, just now sdome of your drink evaporated up the straw. and of course it evaporated into my mouth, if not it would be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol it was quite funny actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just remembered.&lt;br /&gt;i'm running the bloody 3.6 thing&lt;br /&gt;got saboed my some people.apparently i run very fast-.-&lt;br /&gt;raan 7 rounds yesterday. 6 during pe (supposed to be 5 but got so depressed about lagging 1 round behind the guys after starting 1/2 a rounds later because of my doing warm ups that i decided to run 1 more round.) and 1 more after pe.&lt;br /&gt;at least cherisse chong's running too.&lt;br /&gt;HA! IN YOUR FACE&lt;br /&gt;hera std1s will definitely recognise the above quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;trivia: what's the best food youo can prepare while emoing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;answer: chop onions! you'll have a reason to shed tears, and if you get really depressed you can slit your wrists with the knife!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i doubt i'd dare to slit anything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;though i'd gladly pull off a scab and watch the blood flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hug me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my senior did yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;or was that the day before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-7492523283811893539?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7492523283811893539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=7492523283811893539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7492523283811893539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7492523283811893539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-quotes-from-yesterday-mookeh.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-5370304350724854660</id><published>2008-07-21T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T07:18:07.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.&lt;br /&gt;today we had racial harmony day.&lt;br /&gt;the chinese dancer's (the female one) csotume was super nice. i thinkshe was wearing a skin coloured shirt below or something because when she turned fast, you could sort of see under the jacket, and i've gotta admit it looked slightly obscene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sqd tee discussion.&lt;br /&gt;pink is a disgusting colour. i sound hypocritical since my schoolbag's that colour, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;daniel summed it up best: "pink is such a fugly colour! fugly! freaking ugly!"&lt;br /&gt;those of us who didnt want pink all agreed with him&lt;br /&gt;pretty funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not say damn.&lt;br /&gt;i've told myself not to swear.&lt;br /&gt;got a nice note from jessica (woon)&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-5370304350724854660?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5370304350724854660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=5370304350724854660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5370304350724854660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5370304350724854660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-6478041015040851942</id><published>2008-07-20T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T04:27:57.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know why i'm posting this, but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's worship. the music kind of washed over me, overwhelmed me, and i couldnt help but close my eyes and sing my heart out like i hadn't a care in the world. most people had their eyes wide open, but just had this urge to close mine and ignore everything else around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i did.&lt;br /&gt;halfway through we sang 'once again' and i suddenly had that sort of feeling you get when you're about to cry. and i almost did. i could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, even though i wasnt thinking of anything sad, and the song wasnt a very sad one either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet i somehow enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just need to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tried to play cai hong on my guitar. couldnt. all the tabs (aka something you can read to play a song that requires plucking, like a sort of score) were like, screwed? they were the melody, not acompaniment, which was what i needed-.- and it sounded crappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my fingers feel funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-6478041015040851942?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6478041015040851942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=6478041015040851942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6478041015040851942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6478041015040851942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-know-why-im-posting-this-but.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-2761796128247360774</id><published>2008-07-18T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T06:17:35.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm shant say much about training, but mostly pt was staying in crunches postiton while some of our squad did stations. we were so sian of the usualt cheers we started singing songs like the one about the little green frog, banana song, dumdumdidi and i've got peace like the river. i think we sang abc too!&lt;br /&gt;haha lmao overall it was quite fun i guess.&lt;br /&gt;the std3s are friendly.&lt;br /&gt;i thin overall i ran 2.4 today.&lt;br /&gt;2rounds or so of pt+4 rounds from siva (who thinks i can run 5 km and sent me as 1 of the 4 girls in our class to run 4.2 for the national day thingie. wth?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nursings sort of met the time limit of 6 minutes for changing from full u to pt kit.. well almost. but some of us couldnt make it so we asked for time extension to 7 minutes and were ontime! yay!(: running from place to place takes up ALOT of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finallt remember how it's like to be part of training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw caris in te toilet when i'd about finished changing and was adjusting my beret. she asked me what the occasion was and i replied: "oh, nothing. just normal training."&lt;br /&gt;haha she was giving me the 0.0 look, and said something along the lines of "gosh you do this for every training?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuff that cheered me up today:&lt;br /&gt;-caris (see above)&lt;br /&gt;-seeing mdm yujia run and remember last year's pop (ha! you'll only know if you're a std2/in smc1'07. the std4'07 one.)&lt;br /&gt;-seeing christine and kaiseng saying exactly (almost) the same thing at the same time while leading warm ups(they were the ics)&lt;br /&gt;-finally having RT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sum it up: highlight of the day = RT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-2761796128247360774?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2761796128247360774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=2761796128247360774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2761796128247360774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2761796128247360774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/hmm-shant-say-much-about-training-but.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-7583645998675483957</id><published>2008-07-16T04:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T05:20:41.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yesterday when i was going to the lirary, i saw 2 policemen approach a secondary school guy sitting outside the library with some man.&lt;br /&gt;the policemen asked him to take ou his handphone i think, then i saw him remove this big...bundle? from his pocket. i thought i saw a knife handle. it was.&lt;br /&gt;poor guy. wonder what he was gonna do with the knife.&lt;br /&gt;he seemed pretty freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was daniel's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;we sang him a birthday song!&lt;br /&gt;and gave him a card and a HUGE stuffed toy dog.&lt;br /&gt;perfect for a FIVE YEAR OLD like him &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;and he was saying to yiren: "my dog wants to wipe your face" haha lmao it was super funny.&lt;br /&gt;though i'll never understand what the wipe face thing's about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will get the pics from sqd blog asap(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this is a from a RECENT convo from daniel:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *referring to his pm about feeling so old* i thought  you're only 5?&lt;br /&gt;daniel: yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;             i WAS&lt;br /&gt;             WAS&lt;br /&gt;             past tense&lt;br /&gt;             i aged 9 years in one day&lt;br /&gt;             cool right =D&lt;br /&gt;me: oh wow&lt;br /&gt;       so cool man&lt;br /&gt;      gosh then tomorrow you'll be.. 23!&lt;br /&gt;      waah&lt;br /&gt;      so old&lt;br /&gt;daniel: no          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;            only on my birthday then i age =D&lt;br /&gt;            9 years&lt;br /&gt;me: orh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;daniel: i'm FOREVER YOUNG (:&lt;br /&gt;             lol&lt;br /&gt;             and then&lt;br /&gt;me: *interrupting as usual* then next yr you'll be 23!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;daniel: the next birthday&lt;br /&gt;             yeah (:&lt;br /&gt;             but there's a mathematical formula for my age&lt;br /&gt;             but it'll revert back to normal every few years&lt;br /&gt;             quite cool right 8D&lt;br /&gt;me: oh wow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;        waah never heard of that before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;daniel: now you have (:&lt;br /&gt;me: wow&lt;br /&gt;       so cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lol that's about it for the aging thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;daniel i hope you dont mind(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;if, you do, though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TOO BAD!!! WAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lol just kiddding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm not as sadistic as you, so there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i shall end my post NOW.&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/4749894992908808144-7583645998675483957?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7583645998675483957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=7583645998675483957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7583645998675483957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7583645998675483957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterday-when-i-was-going-to-lirary-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-477480515559675011</id><published>2008-07-15T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T05:41:14.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alot of stuff recently.&lt;br /&gt;shall write about today.&lt;br /&gt;went to popular to buy stuff for ivp, saw this little girl, probably in lower primary. she was speaking cantonese to her grandma! so embarassing i dont know any dialect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost one of the buttons from my sj uniform! the one on the shoulder. &lt;a href="mailto:2$%5E@#^$"&gt;mailto:2$%5E@#^$&lt;/a&gt;#. thank god i saw staff candice in the library yesterday, she's lending one to me till i manage to buy my own one(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was reading FA manual after intra comp train yesterday. at city hall this lady got on and she was smiling at me. noticed she was looking at me. then she asked me if i was from sj. told me she used to be from DHSJAB! wow.&lt;br /&gt;she's 1 year older than sir hwa weil (or is it wah wei?).&lt;br /&gt;and she asked me to say hi to him, but i dont know her name, so how do i say hi? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw sir chee hoe(i think) this morning.yesterday they were saying 2 of the sirs were teaching in DHS! chem and something else... haha good thing i'm not in their class&gt;&lt; that would be freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random shots during nat comp. shall post them when i'm free (if i ever, i'l try to do it in school...) gtg let my dad use com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a picture that i took which was pretty funny. lol. at first i was trying to take staff audray and candice. then staff candice moved to hide her face behind staff audrey, who was in front of her. then staff audrey moved in the same direction in order to get out of the camera's screen. so.... *picture*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staff cindy lost her nametag, so she borrowed someone's old one...*picture*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she decided to accept a certain squadmate's offer of nametag (she happened to have it in her bag)...so our sqdmate got promoed for a short while to staff!!! haha*picture*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rarr. i wanted to write a longer post.&lt;br /&gt;congrats to the comp teams! we know you did your best and were SUPER SEH!!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-477480515559675011?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/477480515559675011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=477480515559675011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/477480515559675011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/477480515559675011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/alot-of-stuff-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-2629501080529307011</id><published>2008-07-08T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:44:57.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comclass now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for la corda to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. i'm watching it.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rarr gotta stay back for 3 period HCL, which is ALSO the first lesson tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow's lesson's ALSO 3 periods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;some visitors just came and i think someone saw me watching la corda before i managed to close it in time. whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd better stop watching it during com class&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-2629501080529307011?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2629501080529307011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=2629501080529307011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2629501080529307011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2629501080529307011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/lala-comclass-now.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-2247735587859134472</id><published>2008-07-08T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T06:23:14.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's PE was wierd.&lt;br /&gt;new(i hope)/relief teacher.&lt;br /&gt;cherisse and i held guys pumping style 7minutes, i did about 60+sit ups, 30++ pumpings (girls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;we have a trainee LA teacher: miss cheong.&lt;br /&gt;she looks like the actress who acted as susan in the narnia movie! we all agreed.&lt;br /&gt;hair- and face- wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths lesson was -.-&lt;br /&gt;mrs koh said: "could you turn on the light please?"&lt;br /&gt;so both sher min and en zhi ty to turn on light from different end of classroom.&lt;br /&gt;result: the light goes off for a split second, then goes on again.&lt;br /&gt;lol that happened a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back with zinc, slacked at white sands mc donalds. she had no malay today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me:&lt;br /&gt;MATHS HOMEWORK I STILL CANT DO!!!&lt;br /&gt;rarr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-2247735587859134472?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2247735587859134472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=2247735587859134472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2247735587859134472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2247735587859134472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/todays-pe-was-wierd.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-3614521515060958174</id><published>2008-07-06T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T06:26:10.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;haha i found this song its quite funny. its pretty old and the tune is that sort of oldies tune, but the lyrics are kinda funny, and abit sadistic too XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met you on a springtime day,&lt;br /&gt;You were minding your life and I was minding mine too.&lt;br /&gt;Lady, when you looked my way,&lt;br /&gt;I had a strange sensation and Darling, that's when I knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;That it's sad to belong to someone else,&lt;br /&gt;When the right one comes along.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's sad to belong to someone else,&lt;br /&gt;When the right one comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wake up in the night,&lt;br /&gt;And I reach beside me hoping you would be there.&lt;br /&gt;But instead I find someone,&lt;br /&gt;Who believed in me when I said I'd always care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll live my life in a dream world,&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of my days.&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me walking hand in hand,&lt;br /&gt;In a wishful memory...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I guess it's all that it will ever be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a time machine, I could,&lt;br /&gt;Make myself go back until the day I was born.&lt;br /&gt;Then I would live my life again,&lt;br /&gt;And rearrange it so that I'd be yours from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus x4*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lol it's super sadistic!! haiz makes me laugh. i'm learning this song currently (though its really meant for guys to singXD) : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Aubrey was her name,&lt;br /&gt;A not so very ordinary girl or name.&lt;br /&gt;But who's to blame?&lt;br /&gt;For a love that wouldn't bloom&lt;br /&gt;For the hearts that never played in tune.&lt;br /&gt;Like a lovely melody that everyone can sing,&lt;br /&gt;Take away the words that rhyme it doesn't mean a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Aubrey was her name.&lt;br /&gt;We triped the light and danced together to the moon,&lt;br /&gt;But where was June.&lt;br /&gt;No it never came around.&lt;br /&gt;If it did it never made a sound,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was absent or was listening to fast,&lt;br /&gt;Catching all the words, but then the meaning going past,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God I miss the girl,&lt;br /&gt;And I'd go a thousand times around the world just to be&lt;br /&gt;Closer to her than to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Aubrey was her name,&lt;br /&gt;I never knew her, but I loved her just the same,&lt;br /&gt;I loved her name.&lt;br /&gt;Wish that I had found the way&lt;br /&gt;And the reasons that would make her stay.&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to lead a life apart from all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;If I can't have the one I want, I'll do without the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how I miss the girl&lt;br /&gt;And I'd go a million times around the world just to say&lt;br /&gt;She had been mine for a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ahh lol see what i mean? but it's pretty nice. by this old band called bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; and that's all folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i shall now chiong history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and any ppl in th sqd who wants POP video tell me, i can send you (:&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/4749894992908808144-3614521515060958174?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3614521515060958174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=3614521515060958174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3614521515060958174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3614521515060958174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/haha-i-found-this-song-its-quite-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-3597418424677791986</id><published>2008-07-04T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T03:55:23.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just watched the POP video sgt audrey passed me.&lt;br /&gt;the pictures bring back loads and loads of mmories.&lt;br /&gt;like the time we climbed the wall, the time we held hands to run, the time we saboed the std4s to do more pumpings. std1 comp. hah that was nice too.&lt;br /&gt;i remember other stuff too, like the time when yongsheng counted in jap when we were doing sit ups, when we did about 3 or 4 times the number of pumpings we should have originally done for not wearing standardised socks on the hot parade square. the last training when staff xunlin and i kept trying to block each other and she was calling me some pervertic twin or something. when i tried to block staff eli during the exact same training and she was too fast for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading through my archives, and realise how different std1 was.&lt;br /&gt;how fun and slack it was.&lt;br /&gt;how innocent and immature i was.&lt;br /&gt;how silly i was to waste time trying to make friends with my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my squadmates were there all the while.&lt;br /&gt;should have realised it earlier.&lt;br /&gt;but at least now i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my squad's a great squad.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-3597418424677791986?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3597418424677791986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=3597418424677791986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3597418424677791986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3597418424677791986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-watched-pop-video-sgt-audrey.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-823450119415923252</id><published>2008-07-04T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T02:46:10.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's pd was..interesting.&lt;br /&gt;at first haonan and me went around persuading people to buy kitkats for 2 dollars apiece for charity. persuaded std4s to share a bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on at...11 plus? i was wandering around the canteen because i was just to tired to bother going anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this guy told us: hey you're from sj right? someone got hurt at the basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haonan and i ran to the basketball court - well half for the sheer boredom - and saw this crowd. we went over. turned out nicole (as in nic siah. the sec3 who took us during yr 1 orientation) sprained her ankle -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i helped cpl janson to take over icing it and then we just stoned. as in seriously stoned. i was just kneeling there, and the only thing i said was: "is it still very pain?"like...countless times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on cpl janson was complaining about "no reassurance of casualty...not bad ah." lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end they decided to take her to the sickbay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i helped to bandage the ankle first (comeone brought the first aid box - the bog wooden one- from the sick bay) then we carried her there. well i carried the FA box, the std3s carried her. i wanted to help cpl zhiwei but she insisted it was ok (even though later on her hadns were damn red)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. iced the ankle again, and cpl zhiwei was putting a tray below so the kitkat boxes ( we were resting her foot on them) wouldnt get soaked. and she was joking about serving nicole's foot&gt;&lt;lol&gt;OK. i'm shall not complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sj room. saw 2 sirs (forgot names as usual) playing carom. they sprinkled johnson's baby powder on the board._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha! today was fun. get to do more practical FA and train arm strength (sort of). yay! ok fine, i sound sadistic i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;we sang a birthday song for staff/sgt? (oops forgot rank. i think its staff.)&lt;br /&gt;her birthday's next week, but yeah. no other time the sqd free.&lt;br /&gt;daniel and kaiseng came (seperately) just after the song ended. sad.&lt;br /&gt;gave her a cake! and she almost dropped it.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;the candle kept going out so in the end we stood near their table in the canteen along the corridor, lit it (hiding it from their view of course) and gave it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. today was overall fun i guess. though the kitkat selling was pretty sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i shall now go learn a new (well technically old) guitar song: Aubrey. its actually this love song by a guy who kinda has a crush on a girl or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh! you go listen yourself larh.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-823450119415923252?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/823450119415923252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=823450119415923252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/823450119415923252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/823450119415923252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/todays-pd-was.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-3942351784106940414</id><published>2008-07-03T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T07:28:15.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friday 27th june:&lt;br /&gt;daniel christine and i invited staff/mdm eli,xunlin,audrey and yi an to watch the syfoc preview we were part of. we were in the parade segment. have i said this before? hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random stuff.dont feel like doing history. some kupped from staff xunlin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Glazed Donut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/glazed-donut.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you know that you're plain - and you're cool with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer not to let anything distract from your sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your appeal is understated yet universal. Everyone dig you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a pinch, you'll probably get eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/"&gt;What Donut Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half is true. guess which half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Gemstone Says...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thegemstonetest/8.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are stable, strong, and full of life. You are an inspiring person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People turn to you first for leadership and advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are able to gently help people get to where they need to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you aren't afraid to lead when necessary, you are never heartless or bossy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thegemstonetest/"&gt;The Gemstone Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww. how nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Peanut Butter And Jelly Sandwich Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourpeanutbutterandjellysandwichsayaboutyouquiz/pbj.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eating style is reserved. You are a bit of a fussy eater, and you have very specific ways you like your food prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an average sweet tooth. While you enjoy desserts, they aren't exactly your downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your taste in food tends to be conservative and traditional. It's likely that you prefer "All American" favorites like mac and cheese or hamburgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You belong to a class that's all your own. You resist rules and traditions of any sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a tough person who isn't afraid to live life fully. There isn't a lot that scares you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are laid back and extremely easygoing. You never make a fuss, and you try to enjoy every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourpeanutbutterandjellysandwichsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the heck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Banana Pocky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatflavorpockyquizareyouquiz/banana-pocky.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your attitude: fun and lighthearted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unique and unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are cutie everyone falls for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorpockyquizareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Pocky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft. wow there's banana pocky? gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Would Be a Pet Bird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofpetwouldyoubequiz/bird.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're intelligent and witty, yet surprisingly low maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You charm people easily, and they usually love you a lot more than you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You resent anyone who tries to own or control you. You refuse to be fenced in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you would make a great pet: You're very smart and entertaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you would make a bad pet: You're not interested in being anyone's pet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you would love about being a bird: Flying, obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you would hate about being a bird: Being caged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofpetwouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Pet Would You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer cats really, but that sounds like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are Flat Sandals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofsandalareyouquiz/flat-sandals.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casual yet flirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look great in a simple top and jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your look is approachable and cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsandalareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Sandal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;approachable? cute?! ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Soul Really Looks Like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/room.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very passionate and quite temperamental. While you can be moody, you always crave comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that people see you as larger than life and important. While this is true, they also think you're a bit full of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your near future is still unknown, and a little scary. You'll get through wild times - and you'll textually enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/"&gt;Inside the Room of Your Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Element Is Water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourelementquiz/water.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a contradiction, you can seem both lighthearted and serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because you're good at going with the flow - but you also are deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly intuitive, you tune in to people's emotions and moods easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are able to tap into deep emotional connections and connect with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer a smooth, harmonious life - but you can navigate your way around waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a knack for getting people to get along and making life a little more peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourelementquiz/"&gt;What's Your Element?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wondered why the typical report book line for my primary school about my being a good mediator popped up in my head after reading this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Make a Good First Impression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindoffirstimpressiondoyoumakequiz/impression-2.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably are making a much better impression than you realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social situations can be a bit awkward for you at times, and you tend to over think what you say and do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you make a social faux pas, you remember it a lot longer than anyone else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just relax and do your best. There are little things you can do to improve your social image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Express more of an interest in the people around you, and be a good listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret of fascinating people is that they find everyone else fascinating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindoffirstimpressiondoyoumakequiz/"&gt;What Kind of First Impression Do You Make?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH?! oh yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love is Based on Friendship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatisyourlovebasedonquiz/friendship.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, chemistry doesn't really happen without compatibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Companionship and openness are the most important parts of your relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you love should be your best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And falling in love with a good friend is never out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why your love can last: You only fall for people who you truly understand... and who truly understand you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why your love can fail: Sometimes you don't admit how important physical chemistry is to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatisyourlovebasedonquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Love Based On?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's true. sort of. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/quizzes/quiz/3321"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/timeofday_quiz/1159.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha! i love this one.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i shall do what i was SUPPOSED to be doing, hisotry report, which is really almost-not-really done, and try to plan geog, which i'm suposed to discuss with zinc butshe;s not online. AAH still have stupid maths worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont care. i shall do it during PD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. yes i have youth day celeb pd tmr. so fun right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today's idmi was stupid. we bribe the teacher with food. sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-3942351784106940414?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3942351784106940414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=3942351784106940414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3942351784106940414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3942351784106940414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/friday-27th-june-daniel-christine-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-3462324304057336025</id><published>2008-06-24T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T07:37:51.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SJ DAY TODAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;AND I PARTICIPATED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha,&lt;br /&gt;saw cherisse when i had fell in, she was trying to tell me that we had to go for baking. so i just shook my head and i think she go thte point. lol&lt;br /&gt;first parade not too bad, but the national anthem interrupted the kekanan lurus.&lt;br /&gt;went to origami with chrstine and daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my class guys were in origami -_- what the heck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syfoc: chionged there and were kinda late.&lt;br /&gt;i realised why they need first aiders for parades.&lt;br /&gt;other than fainting, some people might hit their legs wwith their boots while doing drill ands get huge abrasions/bruises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, when i hit my leg there was this numb feeling that went in a ring around my leg, which made me clench my fists super tight because it was &lt;a href="mailto:#$%^@&amp;amp;ing"&gt;#$%^@&amp;amp;ing&lt;/a&gt; painful.&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me of the time i skinned my foot when i was little because i stepped on a cardboard book that was on my &lt;em&gt;other &lt;/em&gt;foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i laugh at myself. the bruise is about the size of half my thumb, with a few cuts thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;somehow my shoe pushed down the sock enough to hit the skin.&lt;br /&gt;pity i banged down so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ow. it still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back late. came back too see nicholas(my young neighbour) having his weekly (unofficial) piano lesson with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they provided dinner, which i could hardly eat. ate a bit that -er someone, forgot her nameXD- made me eat from her packet becuas she couldnt finish it and wanted me to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she and someone else were saying: "later you faint ah...then we faint with you"&lt;br /&gt;-_____-lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet it wasnt too bad. the music reminded me of national day.&lt;br /&gt;the sir in charge of SJ was quite a tease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the bus back to the hq chrisinte daniel and i sang songs till one of the sirs (a c/l) looked at us like we were nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha,&lt;br /&gt;dont we just rock?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-3462324304057336025?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3462324304057336025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=3462324304057336025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3462324304057336025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3462324304057336025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/06/sj-day-today-and-i-participated-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-6791310960977290358</id><published>2008-06-23T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T07:11:58.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was...stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had some civil defense thing which included first aid(during which i slacked, and tied the &lt;strong&gt;proper &lt;/strong&gt;elevation sling, instead of what they taught us, which was like some improvised sling-_-), and cpr, when jacob saboed me to do a demo by telling the guy i was from sj. and mook was talking about 3 stripes (trying to refer to my ranking) which made me:&lt;br /&gt;1. almost choke while taking a breath before the next blow&lt;br /&gt;2. glare/stare at him like he was nuts&lt;br /&gt;3. "are you nuts?!"&lt;br /&gt;4. mook, shut up. dont insult my seniors. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the $&amp;amp;^%@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home with weixin, cherisse and zinc.&lt;br /&gt;on the way,some kindergarten kids at the basketball court near the cc saw us, pressed their faces to the fence and called out "jiejie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they didnt even know us! aww. sweetened me up instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason i actually &lt;em&gt;required &lt;/em&gt;sweetiening was because before that i was being pissed about the fact i was missing our first ever sj day in full u, unlike last year when we just went around in some rojak of full u and not, because of the stupid electives week, and i cant even go for flag raising in full u becuase they insist on us leaving at 7.45, 15MINUTES BEFORE first parade. what the heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn pissed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though zinc would probably tell me this isnt worth wasting any piss on. she sure knows how to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished i could write some long emo story right here, or some nice play. but nooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dont know how to emo properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some people think that not being able to emo is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is dumb. i want to emo, but i dont know how to write it down here like i wish i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people are just so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm writing for fast+fresh again, i suppose. but what if i cant get into the finals?&lt;br /&gt;i'll be damn depressed. i want to write an emo play this year. and i know exactly what i'm writing about.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; okay. Everyone thinks that it doesnt matter when they decide to mistreat someone. They think that person ought to know, or at least think that since they're just so bored they should leave someone out of their stupid, perfect cliques. It's only right.&lt;br /&gt;But that's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They insist that since they're so bored, they;ve just &lt;em&gt;got&lt;/em&gt; to push that person around, purposely emphasising that they're not wanted in the class. They're just some useless bug that's there as a little time-waster when they need a diversion from lessons. They're just some person who needs to be left out, or else they'll simply waste away. They &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;being left out, pushed around and insulted on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm just left here. Left here to die and waste away, because no one cares. Because it doesnt matter that I have feelings; as far as anyone's concerned, they're nonexistent. Because I'm just this person with crappy social skills who has absolutely zero friends, except for my stuffed kiwi. And myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People love to talk about how much I've grown, and whatever rubbish adults love to waste time talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I do is sit there and smile. I pretend to be happy, to be insensitive to whatever taunts, whatever insults, whatever annoying laughter are thrown at me, not to have any feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretend to be strong, to be resillient. To be the hardcore kind who doesn't bother about what people say, but just shrug it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're my only hope. And I'm afraid they hate me. For being too bold. For showing off. For not being able to understand their feelings. For having &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My squad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love you people, did you know that? You're like brothers and sisters to me. Scolding me, laughing with me, laughing at one another, enduring all those hardships together as one, whether durings trainings or not. You're all so dear to me. And I'm just so afraid I'm going to loose you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. If that happens, I'll be an impossible person - no, it's possible. A person in a friendship-based environment with no friends. No. I hope it never comes to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please. Just be honest with me. Have I done you any wrong? At all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm just such a crappy squadmate. I know I don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just recieved the news that i may possibly be able to take part in sj day after all!!!&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;but i musnt get my hopes too high.&lt;br /&gt;christine, you &lt;em&gt;rock&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i love you sia.&lt;br /&gt;no. i'm NOT les.&lt;br /&gt;i mean sibling love kinda love&lt;br /&gt;because my squadmates=my siblings&lt;br /&gt;they're even annoying at times! just like sibling i guess&lt;br /&gt;though i wouldnt really know since i dont havee any&lt;br /&gt;aah! i'm happy now.&lt;br /&gt;thanks christine!&lt;br /&gt;you've just made my day,&lt;br /&gt;and your new hairstyle is very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tøgêtµè® Å§ Øñê The Blubble Tea Squad™&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my squadmates.&lt;br /&gt;They helped me endure my crappy life.&lt;br /&gt;and still do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-6791310960977290358?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6791310960977290358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=6791310960977290358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6791310960977290358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6791310960977290358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-8007827250866762526</id><published>2008-06-15T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T08:38:36.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent posted in ages.&lt;br /&gt;have comp train on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;and a chinese book to read. at least this one isnt as bad as the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spotted a beetle in the dar last night poked it, realised it was a beetle. turned on the light, poked it again, it shrank, hid its legs and acted dead when i poked it again.&lt;br /&gt;killed it. still wondering why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crappy holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still have geog proj to do with zinc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!&amp;amp;@*#^%$"&gt;!&amp;amp;@*#^%$&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we never had that preplanned sleepover/shopping trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i need a shopping trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parent bought me a...whatcha call it? dunno. like this half jacket with short sleeves?! whatever.&lt;br /&gt;its black and white striped.so are my flats - bought in a despo moment of need-of-'formal'-shoes since the old ones (which were NICE) got stolen-.- despo person who stole them. they were quite cheap. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if i wear them together, i'll end up looking like a zebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like i'll wear the top. too girly(one, two, three. bleah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is gonna spam the space. due to all the spaces, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz it needs desperate filling in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with all the talk of signing on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder how many of us will sign in after our POP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. musnt think too far ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-8007827250866762526?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8007827250866762526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=8007827250866762526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/8007827250866762526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/8007827250866762526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/06/havent-posted-in-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-6773570064150174735</id><published>2008-06-03T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T01:21:20.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everyone's been posting about ALC then POP, but i'll skip ALC&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to forget POP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we chionged to rehearse out performance before the parade, then chionged to changed in 10 minutes. we were wondering where xinyi was when she suddenly rushed in and started screaming at us, about why we'd left her alone in some other toilet and not told her.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to help. i tried. but  just suck at comforting people. i still feel bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;though i'm kinda pissed at her for getting lost in the first place since we always change there.&lt;br /&gt;stop ranting, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half of parade rehearsal in the parade square. starte raining. moved to the hall. started again, stopped halfway, moved to the parade square with a slight drizzle that gradually got heavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to stay sane at first, but when cpl lydia marched in, i think we all went nuts.&lt;br /&gt;i could hear most of the squad sobbing behind me. good thing about the rain was that it washed the tears off.&lt;br /&gt;i thought about the things some of them had said to me, the talks and all, and i guess a combination of that and cpl lydia hugging staff eli started me crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got super pissed off with xinyi and jiamin during the performance rehearsal. i christine asked me something, so i started explaining, and xinyi just cut in and told me not to complicate things, so i let her explain to christine exactly what i had been explaining to her a few moments ago. then jiamin was telling us not to cmoplicate matters and jsut answer christine's question. what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, they're such nice people that i cant help forgiving them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was funny. everyone started commenting on how interesting stff xunlin looked when she walked in. (sorry staff) staff eli saw us wearing our level camp tee and bacame blur as usual: *points* "eh, why i dont have?!" ROFLMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got ready for food cheer but some people still had to take food. while we waited, they played get high (our level camp dance song)&lt;br /&gt;and the whole sqd started zi-highing and just danced. everyone looked at us like we were nuts. but who cares? haha.&lt;br /&gt;then after food cheer ys and ks lead OUR level camp food cheer (we'd planned beforehand) it was damn entertaining sia. and after that we were super high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chionged dinner in 15 min (and wished we'd taken less food).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to lt area to practice dance. i paired with ys and got kinda pissed with xinyi again. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! we saw the std4s halfway and everytime a group of them came we would go": "we say goodbye, we say goodbye, we say goodbye we say goodbye" omg it was damn funny. yes, i know it sounds evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;social nite. many of the std1s cried when we sang dou shi ni. the std3s had some wierd "maic tricks". it was quite entertaining really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was giving out the flowers but got interrupted halfway by jiamin even though i only had a few left. darn. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited in 1c for the std4s and wwere talking about them abandoning us when they walked in.&lt;br /&gt;played qing ni he wo zhe yang zuo - 8 beat.  then everyone was saboing daniel: DANIEL 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone said 'tabitha 8'.wth why is my name so long?! rarr.&lt;br /&gt;saboed staff xunlin. -_- lol actually it was quite funny. charlotte blurred (as usual) and staff justin fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the std4s gave us a keychain and notes in a bubble tea cup. haha it was quite nice. oh yes and there was a sqd photo too! full strength. rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had this powerpoint with a message from staff eli. and that made me cry again. staff eli has the uncanny ability to make people cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all said something to us after that, except for staff justin, who was asleep, and no one dared to wake him up. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next morning, we took lots of pictures with the std4s, including one with us carrying staff kaiming (one, two, up! one, two, up!)&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. there was also a video of daiel pushing his spectacles up and looking like he had a fit, and marcus stoning (your mother so fat, she wear blue dress people shout "tsunami!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt; daniel somehow bacame a stuffed toy which the std4s were continually passing around-_-&lt;br /&gt;and we had formed a line to hug the std4s. the guys actually hugged! lol and stff kaiming and justin were complaining how hard i shake people's hands. staff eli made me cry with the first thing she said. she's pro, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staff candice, kokswee, hosimin, and cpl eve came to talk to us. staff candice and hosimin kept crying (and I have NEVER seen staff candice cry) and they had to take turns talking and crying. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a last 'we shall not be moved' but this time we jumped. then staff xunlin was going: "i know you al are going to kill me for saying this, but what do we do in a circle?"&lt;br /&gt;then everyone was like WHAT THE HECK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end we didnt do circuit pumpings. though we saw the std1s doing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did the last std2s whoosh.&lt;br /&gt;together as one. the buble tea squad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christine lost her present at ghim moh food court and it got thrown away. good thing she and xinyi managed to retrieve it. luckily it was plastic, and therefore waterproof.&lt;br /&gt;MRTed back with ys (but walked back with christine, xinyi, haonan and ys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read and reread the letters when i got back home. which made me read the letters in std1 too.&lt;br /&gt;and i cried again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must stop emoing. its a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss the std4s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-6773570064150174735?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6773570064150174735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=6773570064150174735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6773570064150174735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6773570064150174735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/06/everyones-been-posting-about-alc-then.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-3976077329428908</id><published>2008-05-26T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:12:48.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friday:&lt;br /&gt;had no training. the fast and fresh finals were today.&lt;br /&gt; finally got to see life as it is&lt;br /&gt;haha saw staff xunlin and sgt elaine sitting across me.. and they only realised that 'life as it is' was written by me just before it started-.-&lt;br /&gt;then they were pointing to the programme (or is that program?), pointing to me and mouthing: you wrote this?!&lt;br /&gt;staff xunlin met me after the whole thing and told me it was quite good.&lt;br /&gt;the EDS people acted it out quite nicely.&lt;br /&gt;pity i didnt win anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday:&lt;br /&gt;SYFOC training with christine and daniel. there was this funny army guy called B L Low who kept walking around telling the supporting contingents (us) to wriggle our toes. he kept touching his toes as he paraded around.-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;what a boring 14th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;saw a description of life as it is in the life section of the newspaper: a comedy about loan sharks.&lt;br /&gt;got a birthday sms from staff xunlin. the only one i got. how sad. at least somebody remembers my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;went to terminal 2 with my mum and aggy for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stil depressed about life as it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-3976077329428908?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3976077329428908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=3976077329428908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3976077329428908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3976077329428908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/05/friday-had-no-training.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-6062722960362230404</id><published>2008-05-22T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T01:48:38.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>25th april: the day we first wore our uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;i'm now stuck between going for parade rehearsal and open house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some guy's been tagging some rubbish. i dont suppose you're serious. but if by any chance you are, i've got something to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not interested in guys, especially cowards who cant ask girls out properly or even put their names on their messages. better luck with the next girl. Never ever just ask someone out like that till you're sure their even remotely interested in you. SUCKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes, scolding someone is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the 'rest of the post'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent tagged in ages. and wont for a long time either. too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;i look dumb in my uniform,&lt;br /&gt;our sqd is otherwise known as the Bubble Tea Squad. which explains the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"STD2.....................WHOOSH! together as one! the bubble tea squad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roflmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love my squad. and pop is next week. never realised it was so soon. OMG so many ppl havent learned the stuff yet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! uhoh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-6062722960362230404?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6062722960362230404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=6062722960362230404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6062722960362230404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6062722960362230404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/05/25th-april-day-we-first-wore-our.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-4167886248656615380</id><published>2008-04-21T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T07:17:49.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;Together we stand&lt;br /&gt;I'll be by your side, you know I'll take your hand&lt;br /&gt;When it gets cold&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like the end&lt;br /&gt;There's no place to go&lt;br /&gt;You know I won't give in&lt;br /&gt;No I won't give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;Before it's too late, this could all disappear&lt;br /&gt;Before the doors close&lt;br /&gt;And it comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side I will fight and defend&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight and defend&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me when I say, when I say I believe&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change destiny&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La da da da&lt;br /&gt;La da da da&lt;br /&gt;La da da da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you could say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this song reminds me of so so much. the good and bad times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know the people who caused the latter know it, but i doubt they care. oh no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no one cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just remembered one stupid time when the teacher called us hardcore because we always made too much noise in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, she's right, we're all hardcore in one way or another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but she hasnt seen anything. no she hasnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;teachers don't know anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;other adults arent any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i kinda miss being a std 1. std2 life so different. though it's not too bad either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you're a junior you can depend more on the seniors. though now it's not that bad yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm starting to miss me corp tee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and hopefully no std1s come acroos my blog. if not they'll think i have multiple personalities or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm getting better at hiding my other side. i hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ife sucks. face it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS. i'm one of the 1st 3 to get my whole uniform APPROVED!!!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yay now i'm high again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-4167886248656615380?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4167886248656615380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=4167886248656615380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/4167886248656615380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/4167886248656615380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/04/youre-not-alone-together-we-stand-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-2078351135196127380</id><published>2008-04-18T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T06:29:31.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally posting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of stuff i could have blogged about, but i cant be bothered. i prefer current events, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently(the past 2 days), our dear CC is emoing. lol. at first act cute, then start getting pissed with me the next moment. Then make it up a few minutes/seconds later.-_- kinda reminds me of the women in the show we watched in HCL yesterday: 1 moment cry, next moment laugh.&lt;br /&gt;LOL jkjk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed up for some stupid flower arrangement elective for electives week by accident. shoot.&lt;br /&gt;at least i signed up for baking! haha. and according to my mum flower arrangement is fun. i shall try to be optimistic: i can decorate the house in the future!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone's been accusing cherisse of stuff on my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;hi passer-by.&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm pissed with our dear cherisse and you are too, but for goodness sake, you could try tagging at the correct blog, for one thing. not that i really care.&lt;br /&gt;like to scold you really.&lt;br /&gt;though i have to agree that cherisse is kinda tough to handle at times.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall forget it.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT OUR FULL U!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;have to re-iron the sleeve back to the original after i re-ironed it. turns out the original position was better. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. next training is SOOOOO far away...........................................&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall miss my corp tee and beret-less-ness. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;and not havin to bun my hair. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-2078351135196127380?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2078351135196127380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=2078351135196127380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2078351135196127380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2078351135196127380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally-posting-again.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-2002848367725242696</id><published>2008-04-08T18:27:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T18:35:56.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogging in com class AGAIN(:&lt;br /&gt;today's was something about online gaming. not that i really bother. online gaming is BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm typing pretty slowly since my hands are freezing and i keep typing wrongly or something. and this com is laggy.oh well.; better laggy than not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other girls are playing com games again. the sort that kinda spoils the keyboard because you have to keep tapping the keyboard real fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my hands are freezing. brrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got our berets this monday! mine's currently stuck under a pile of books including my heavy bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE GETTING OUR UNIFORMS ON THURSDAY!!!YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;i hope we'll get to wear them to friday training. and i hope we wont run 2.4 on friday. or else PT i shall die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go play orisinalXD&lt;br /&gt;bye4now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-2002848367725242696?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2002848367725242696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=2002848367725242696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2002848367725242696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2002848367725242696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/04/blogging-in-com-class-again-todays-was.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-7651010077387513826</id><published>2008-04-07T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T05:02:28.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saturday was re-BFA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt too bad lah. theory i think i passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i definetely passed bandaging. paired up with samantha for bandaging, who at first asked me to do head bandage because she wasnt sure, but i told her to because the next bandage might be harder. good thing she agreed, because for mine i had to tie arm sling plus secure it, which i think she's not really sure about(sorry samantha dont mean to belittle you) lol samantha did a whole thick stack of leave apps. turns out they were wrong. good thing mdm (zhi ying i think) accepted them or else she die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;lol.  I PASSED CPR!!!! wahaha. i thought i was gonna fail or something. samantha passed too! but first time she couldnt do it- when she blew the dummy's chest refused to rise. dunno why leh. even though she tilt and pinch nose properly. oh well. jiayou samantha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;something super depressing today. dont wanna talk bout it.&gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FOOTDRILL TOMORROW!!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-7651010077387513826?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7651010077387513826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=7651010077387513826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7651010077387513826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7651010077387513826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday-was-re-bfa.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-2957562722945175589</id><published>2008-04-03T03:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T04:08:05.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i decided to chiong home and bumped into celeste, shi xun, shenhao and fishball(i think).&lt;br /&gt;celeste is suay. she scraped her knees and an elbow on the way to the mrt. alot of people stared. and someone offered a plaster to stick on the tissue. shouldnt have stuck it on, against my better judgement. because it stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was bloody serious. i emphasise the word bloody.later on  at pasir ris i managed to get dressing and a roller bandage from a suspicious mrt person. i originally was hoping to cut the bandage and perhaps use it for her elbow too (which was the second bloodiest wound) but neither of us had scissors. though it didnt really matter since her arm wouldnt move as much as her knee i guess.&lt;br /&gt;lot of people asked if we needed help. goes to show that singaporeans are caring at least.&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;she's the second person i helped this year(fa-wise).lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherisse bugged me to teach her bandaging, them said to teach her another time, because she had to do wipping or something on her bai sheng for guides-_-whats her prob man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i just realised i forgot to post about flag day. though nothing much about it.  we went to boonlay for about 10-15 minutes, then went back to buona vista to go to holland village. at least it was a good spot! not much competition and lots of foreigners (who always have loads of pare change that they like to get rid of in donation cans)&lt;br /&gt;there was this guy who said 'goodie! that's my name!' when he found out we were from st john&gt;&lt; its fun getting donations from peopl with kiddies. the kids make it fun.(:&lt;br /&gt;we walked all the way back to school and were the only house on time.ha! hera rocks.&lt;br /&gt;mdm qingyi and cpl liwen collected ALOT of money. coins at least. their cans were super heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.we wore our 'uniform', ie: corp tee, boots, black socks, skirt/shorts, nametag. it looked stupid, but at least we didnt have to bake in uniforms, because it was really hot that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to next year's flag day. HOLLAND V ROCKS. for flag day anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;re-bfa this saturday, and joanna's coming to stay over. yay!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pity there's no training tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-2957562722945175589?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2957562722945175589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=2957562722945175589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2957562722945175589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2957562722945175589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-i-decided-to-chiong-home-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-4131691211961477583</id><published>2008-04-02T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T06:13:42.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i havent blogged for ages. partly because i couldn't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been pretty pissed recently. yes. i know.i've been pissed for so long and i'm emo and blablabla. look, just shut up ok? not like &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;had that sort of thing happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing my squadmates rock. just thinking of them cheers me up already.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tempted to write something more. but not now. the time will come.&lt;br /&gt;it's related to someone dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to be on time for footdrill tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-4131691211961477583?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4131691211961477583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=4131691211961477583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/4131691211961477583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/4131691211961477583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-havent-blogged-for-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-4192474867167427402</id><published>2008-03-20T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T08:31:53.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is depressing. i'm, just damn depressed.&lt;br /&gt;our squad is seemingly shrinking and almost half of it thinks that SJ is a complete waste of time, or so it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our uniforms are coming soon, and POP is coming damn soon.why? this just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i will never forget this year's std4 instructors for our squad(not forgetting those whowent SMC1).you all made a difference in my SJ life and i will never forget that.&lt;br /&gt;some of you , instructors and squadmates alike, have counselled me and given me great advice. thank you. i won't forget you or your advice.&lt;br /&gt;why do you all have to pass out so soon?&lt;br /&gt;it seems like it was only yesterday. when we had our first pt and someone in the squad was hiding in a corner, refusing to budge until after loads of persuasion. when staff elizabeth was talking to us, telling us that her SMC's goal was unlike that of the first batch of instructors, but instead to train us to be a squad of JNCO standard. when we had POP last year and our new SC marched in, scaring us out of our minds with her stern looking face.when i was sitting at the computer and crying like some idiot as i had a long talk with an instructor. when the squad was pissed at me and i was so worried they would hate me forever like my class seemed to that i cried for a whole night. when i had comp train with the team 2 people, with the instructors, and even with that one instuctor who left. when we had our first aid comp during std 1 camp and i almost cried after reading the notes from our instructors.when the standard ones first came in and some instructor left us. when a prank was played on us. when we had our first squad pt,when only half the squad came.when we got promoted without our uniforms.when we first thought of a prank to plan. when we had our first squad outing. when i said what i shouldnt have. when we had an unofficial footdrill session in the morning at the grandstand with heavy rain pouring down.when i got loads of interesting advice from both squadmates and instructors alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like it was only yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. why is it all going by so fast? we're already standard 2s. i don't know where the whole 1 year went. it's so fast. we've just met our first batch of juniors. why is it that the stuff like lessons take so long, yet trainings go by so fast? why is it that the squad never seems to meet up to do stuff even though there's so little time left?why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's POP will be the second one we see. 2 our of 4.2 more to our own. time's fleeting by. we'd better hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fellow squadmates, no matter how small our squad strength, the squad &lt;strong&gt;strength&lt;/strong&gt; is a lot! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOGETHER AS ONE! STD2S '08 ROCK ON!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm crying again.&lt;br /&gt;call me emo if you want. i dont care. our squad is PRO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-4192474867167427402?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4192474867167427402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=4192474867167427402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/4192474867167427402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/4192474867167427402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-depressing.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-423623635072962262</id><published>2008-03-14T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T08:10:51.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TODAY WAS STD2 08'S 1ST EVER SQD OUTING!!!YAY(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i'm feeling high. sqd outing was fun!&lt;br /&gt;at first we spent quite some time discussing what and where to eat. so paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;we had pizza for dinner, and 22 ppl came in total&lt;br /&gt;hmm...we had to walk a LONG distance to get to the spot,and xinyi,christine and i went to but drinks,plate and cups and therefore got lost.&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we finally found them, and when we started serving pizza, sir tien ling insisted we eat first, and in the end i managed to get him to &lt;em&gt;take&lt;/em&gt; the food. then he started saying we should do food cheer! (actually that wasnt a bad idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we just played games after eating.&lt;br /&gt;for murderer, mdm pearl ning chose the murderer and detectives. unfortunately she chose haihua as murderer and she took so long lah. then i was the only std2 she killed!boohooXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had the guess number game with a forgeit. the 3 losers(we played 3 rounds) had to kepp doing one of 3 actions until we did the same one (no discussion allowed of course) then i lost the second time because i followed christine's tip. nevermind.then i saboed mdm zhi ying, who was the one who wanted to play that game. i chose the number 50, because i knew people would choose that first!XD haha lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,yes. during the whole thing we spilled drinks twice. once was when sgt kok swee rolled a drink up the slope and knocked over a cup. it was like this: we were sitting on a slope and we rolled drinks to them (they were sitting lower down) and when they tried to roll it back they knocked over a cup. second time a drink was spilled was when chritine's bag leaned over and knocked into mine.  so there were two cups drinks knocked over and 2 trails of drinks. on the slope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yes. sgt kok swee is...he actually pointed the camera straight at his own face and took a flash photo of himself. and after that he kept saying: i see the light!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...there was the present giving, and we asked the seniors to close their eyes, but &lt;em&gt;some people&lt;/em&gt; kept looking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, later on we kept taking group photos. haiz. it was actually really funny, but i cant think of how to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. on the way to the mrt we bumped into the std4s who had originally gone off later than us or something. and staff elizabeth kept asking us about our secret.XD staff, if you're reading this, just wait.(: we won't tell you anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the train sgt kok swee and kai ming were talking about birds on the power lines getting electrocuted and stuff.&gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall elaborate another time i guess. i  cant tink of much to say about squad outing for now. (: but it was...interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! we set a new record! we are the first squad to give seniors presents at a squad outing!XD yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-423623635072962262?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/423623635072962262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=423623635072962262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/423623635072962262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/423623635072962262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-was-std2-08s-1st-ever-sqd.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-4854860944310414792</id><published>2008-03-12T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T03:52:27.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grawh. i missed alot of posts due the invention otherwise known as holiday homework. it's the called the holidays for a reason, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;last saturday(AGM)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fun!&lt;br /&gt;for pt we had to play hide and seek.&lt;br /&gt;when we found sg ttzu hsiang we were cheering here we go again. so it was like:&lt;br /&gt;'wond'ring down this avenue, wond'ring what the hell- *we find her* what the hell?!'&lt;br /&gt;then when we were doing sit ups yongsheng was counting in jap. damn funny lah; both us and the instructors were laughing nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;OMG i'm damn pissed. the sstd1s are so damn luck they get their uniforms just 3months after we do! 3 months! apparently they decided to change the system so they get their in yr one. why didnt they change it last year? damn it lah. whats more, we got ours LATE.&lt;br /&gt;the std1s dont hacve temporary houses either. NOT FAIR why did the system change in their year?!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, they had this sorting ceremony for their houses. what with the hat and stuff (harry potter fans: sounds familiar?)&lt;br /&gt;the house games were pretty fun. but i liked our house icebreakers. trust sgt jason to come up with something lame. we had this game where we had to go AAAH and if we didnt we had to run one round around the parade square shouting AAAH. sgt yi an was the first one. so all the hera ppl(minus the std3s who were in charge of games) ran around behind sgt jason and yi an while it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;sgt jason: what must you say?&lt;br /&gt;sgt yi an: AAAH!&lt;br /&gt;sgt jason: what should you say?&lt;br /&gt;sgt yi an: AAAH!&lt;br /&gt;...and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;same thing happened to marcus. then ran and cheered a whole house:&lt;br /&gt;sgt jason: HERA&lt;br /&gt;us: AAAH!&lt;br /&gt;we were all quite high i guess. the hera aaah thing was the cheer for that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths enrichment course.we were all quite sian during icebreakers, but there was one interesting one where we had to invent this wierd dance, and there was something about turning your butt clockwise and anticlockwise.&gt;&lt;"aiyoh so wuliao... oh yeah and there was this one where we had to fit pictures on transparency together to get an elephant.(i shall upload photos another time)&lt;br /&gt;origami by mrs koh was...interesting. sat with crystabelle clar and mook.&lt;br /&gt;haha i was showing yuanmin(i think) and co how to do multiplex and mrs koh was trying to rmb what i taught her, but she remembered wrong. it was quite funny&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths enrichment again.&lt;br /&gt;attended something about paradoxes(more boring than i expected) and then we set off for maths trail. my group had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xinyi(the S/L. aka mummy)&lt;br /&gt;Sophia&lt;br /&gt;shao wei (the ultra cute p6 who's damn smart,)&lt;br /&gt;junjie&lt;br /&gt;yuan min(who's also in sj!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent alot of time on lunch and some stupid question about paths through bricks or something.&lt;br /&gt;shao wei solved one ultra complicated question and another one about food combinations (i forgot the formula). his solution for the food one was something like: 16C3+17cube.&lt;br /&gt;we all said that it wasnt cube.turns out cube was correct. so diu lian lah.&lt;br /&gt;we actually knew the answer to one of the stations but got lost and couldnt find the station.lol. then when we knew it then the teachers told us to gather when we could actually go and tell the station master.bah humbug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite fun lah. xinyi kept pulling shao wei along and tied his shoelaces once or something so the guys started calling her mummy.&gt;&lt;" later on at debrief that yuan min kept taking photos and xinyi and i were continually ducking.(later on xinyi managed to get his camera and delete some photos.haha so there) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to finish most of the holiday homework. and it's been raining the whole day!!!!YAY(yes, i actually enjoy rain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off i go to finish the rest of my work! (if there actually is any)falalala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-4854860944310414792?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4854860944310414792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=4854860944310414792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/4854860944310414792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/4854860944310414792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/03/grawh.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-173031053845751150</id><published>2008-03-04T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T17:38:23.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>XD ultra short!</title><content type='html'>posting in com lab during com class again.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msning with daniel.apparently he's got fever and flu. jiayou daniel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i shall post in sqd blog regarding sqd pt.&lt;br /&gt;bbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-173031053845751150?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/173031053845751150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=173031053845751150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/173031053845751150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/173031053845751150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/03/xd-ultra-short.html' title='XD ultra short!'/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-514377026518842439</id><published>2008-03-03T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:24:34.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tmr's uniform measurement is postponed to friday.boo.&lt;br /&gt;sqd pt too! rawr.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherisse and i bumped into clar, my junior sabrina (haha i rmb your name&gt;&lt;) and some yr1 guy who was spposed to join sj (according to daniel he wasted lots of smses persuading him to join sj,and he got into air rifle in the end). we talked crap the whole time. gi wen (yes i finally spelled it right) called him and he asked me to answer, so i told her sorry,the idiot who owns this phone refuses to answer)lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw mdm pearl ning and one other mdm (forgot her name, but she's really high ranking. she waved to me! XD).wonder what they're doing in dunman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope zinc helped me hand in my zuowen. or else i shall lose marks.&lt;br /&gt;the reason the zuowen was with her in the first place was because of xinyi(i think. not our sqd one)it was like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was heading for lunch with cherisse,zinc and possibly weixin. i'm not too sure. anyway, i saw yiren, and he stopped to ask me if i was free, because xinyi sprained her ankle and he was asking me f i knew how to bandage or not so we walked/limped to the sick bay, when i dscovered she hadn't put ice yet. so i went to the crowded drink stall and bugged the busy drink stall uncle for ice (sry hor uncleXD) then i went back to the general office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i found out that there was only one roller bandage in the FA kit there, and it was like, more than 10 cm wide. i also realised the bed was pretty much messed up.apparently the person doing sickbay duty hadn't come yet. so while xinyi iced her ankle and yiren tried to find a smaller roller bandage that was even close to the proper size to bandage an ankle with, i (attempted to) tidy up the bed. meanwhile some of her friends came in to say hi.XD really, i'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yiren came back. turns out there was only this huge roller bandage, so we asked her to put her leg on the chair (whoops we forgot), then spent some time figuring out what the heck to do. in the end we just cut off a length of bandage with the scissors (which yiren&lt;em&gt; couldnt &lt;/em&gt;find even though it was where it usually was: in the FA kit.lol.) and folding it into half(i think if we tried to cut it lengthwise as well it would be a nightmare, and it might have unravelled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bandaged the ankle(after a seemingly long time) while yiren wrote it down in the logbook(and kept telling her that she owed him a favour), and we managed to somehow stuff her foot back into her shoe, and left the GO. (while yiren asked me how it felt saving someone's life.lol!)&lt;br /&gt;yay, i'm feeling high now. she's like my first real casualty? (other than myself,when i sprained my own ankle on the first day of school this year. -_-) haha thanks xinyi!&gt;&lt; (whoops is daniel's sadism rubbing off on me? oh no.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. tomorrow we're having pe! YAY i can run with cheryl!(one of the 3 std1s in the train with us after the cny lunch) but it still doesnt make up for sqd pt. oh well. at least we'll have it sometime!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye4now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-514377026518842439?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/514377026518842439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=514377026518842439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/514377026518842439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/514377026518842439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/03/tmrs-uniform-measurement-is-postponed.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-6664159027797988268</id><published>2008-03-02T00:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T00:44:23.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>short post. very short. as you can see.</title><content type='html'>we're getting our uniforms soon, but i doubt it's gonna be in time for AGM. darn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OI, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;std2s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, PASS ON AND REPLY UR SMS LAH!!!!!!!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-6664159027797988268?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6664159027797988268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=6664159027797988268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6664159027797988268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6664159027797988268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/03/short-post-very-short-as-you-can-see.html' title='short post. very short. as you can see.'/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-2072911944343815342</id><published>2008-02-29T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T04:32:08.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;this shall be short.&lt;br /&gt;today we went bloodbank. the process looks painful, despite what they say. (it's &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; the 'as painful as an ant bite' thing. dont remind me about BCG.that's what they said&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;that time too.)&lt;br /&gt;someone almost fainted at the cafeteria and had to be wheeled back on a gurney.&lt;br /&gt;i know how amn sensitive the bit they poke the needle in is.trust me. i had a skin problem when i was young and the scars (and wounds) still remain on my arms (the inner elbows. or something)&lt;br /&gt;i'm still clueless about what my blood type is.the doctors at mt. al. decided not to find out. darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go do my bloodbank reflections and edit the play.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i can think of enough rubbish to fill up the 500-word minimum for the reflection.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe the play might win the competition.&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revior.&lt;br /&gt;tabs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS. &lt;strong&gt;WE'RE GETTING OUR UNIFORMS SOON!&lt;/strong&gt;we're getting them measured on tuesday.hopefully we'll get them in time for AGM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-2072911944343815342?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2072911944343815342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=2072911944343815342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2072911944343815342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2072911944343815342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-shall-be-short.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-186502452233345566</id><published>2008-02-28T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T04:06:59.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was fun.&lt;br /&gt;WE POSTPONED HCL ZUOWEN!to tmr that is.-.-&lt;br /&gt;we learnt footdrill in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;so fun.actually we wanted to practice among ourselves but in the end we had to ask the std4s to teach us.&lt;br /&gt;haha the std3s saw us. they were probably wondering why the heck we were doing footdrill at the parade square since we didnt have comp.train or anything.&lt;br /&gt;we learnt kekanan,kekiri and kebelakan puseng for slow march. it looks seh when we synchronise. but we havent got to that stage YET.which means &lt;strong&gt;we std2s can do it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah std1s '08,std2s '08 sqd JIAYOU(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our squad absolutely &lt;strong&gt;rocks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha we (charlotte,kimberly,daniel and kaiseng) took FA test that was supposed to be for tmr, but simnce we cant go we had to take it today.i didnt study, but somehow i found it pretty easy(no, i'm &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; trying to boast ok)&lt;br /&gt;kimberly kicked me to get my attention and make me tell her the answer. i couldnt,not with the std4s looking at us.daniel and ks forgot the same symptom of shock: sweating. (i tried to indicate it to him by fanning myself, but sgt elizabeth and sgt ho simin went "hey,dojnt give him hint!" oh well. i kept telling him "team 2 superior species jiayou!" (you understand unless you were in out std1 comp team.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i told him the answer,he was like "what the hell!" sad. charlotte studied nervous system for nothing. daniel and i didnt study that (i didnt study at all) and were high-fiving each other (we're both sadists, but he's more sadistic, he says so himself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.I WANNA GO TRG TMR! boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;next saturday is AGM.and we havent even taken uniform measurements. rawr.where's the uniform guy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revior!(i'm happy today so i'm using itXD. and i dont take french for your info.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-186502452233345566?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/186502452233345566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=186502452233345566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/186502452233345566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/186502452233345566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-7296713659890122949</id><published>2008-02-22T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T06:46:21.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this shall be a short post. i'm posting from my dad's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is sheena's bday cherisse and i gave her a h/p strap that says 'u rawkz' (r something). it was guides day too, and cherisse and weixin were going around shaking hands and saluting to seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. in the morning i went around collecting signatures and messages from the rest of the sqd with christine (the only one who met me at  the canteen.thanks christine!)for yiren's bday card(his bday is tmr too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yiren came along so i tried to trick him. he (politely enough) pretended to believe me.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i ran 3 rounds in total.we were supposed to run 2.4 but in the end only counted laps. i ran 1 round after PE, went for malay, the ran 2 rounds during recess!! but that doesnt make up for PT....DARN. i'm gonna miss next week training again. i'm depressed.SO FEW TRAININGS LEFT and i gotta go for some stupid fieldtrip. why not some other day other than frday?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr.i'm pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-7296713659890122949?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7296713659890122949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=7296713659890122949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7296713659890122949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7296713659890122949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-shall-be-short-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-2734726718694419547</id><published>2008-02-19T17:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T17:46:26.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not many chances to blog recently so i thought i'd make the best of this free time.posting from the school com during com class. hey i finished my already ok!XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to post about though. i love week 2: no HCL!&lt;br /&gt;next wed. i got sickbay duty so must go and arrange with (lcpl) shiyi about wen to meet.&lt;br /&gt;i owe sgt eli. a leave app.2 actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do the stupid fieldtrips have to be both &lt;strong&gt;compulsory &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; on training days?!&lt;/strong&gt; DAMN IT i hate missing trainings. hey idiots, you know we've only got less than 10 more trainings with the std4s?! damn it. hopefully the next trainings after this friday (confirm miss one) will be on the 30th (a saturday) and not the 29th (a friday), or else i'l have to miss &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; as well. I DONT WANNA MISS ANYMORE TRAININGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sgt xunlin asked me to find out manjia's bday (which is, according to manjia, the same as yongsheng's) . i still havent got her replay. bah humbug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-2734726718694419547?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2734726718694419547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=2734726718694419547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2734726718694419547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2734726718694419547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-many-chances-to-blog-recently-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-8457550753638822542</id><published>2008-02-17T04:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T04:41:08.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we went cny visitation for SF today. not much time so let the photos speak for themselves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i only took 3 though. sad:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gqRAaqPxI/AAAAAAAAACM/3o8VmIJOk-U/s1600-h/Photo0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167927044065607442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gqRAaqPxI/AAAAAAAAACM/3o8VmIJOk-U/s200/Photo0129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;joseph playing with my rubik's cube! haha must start from young mahXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gqmwaqPzI/AAAAAAAAACc/sZuIZ682jKY/s1600-h/Photo0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167927417727762226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gqmwaqPzI/AAAAAAAAACc/sZuIZ682jKY/s200/Photo0118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;ooh, look! he's solving it! lol that kid's smart. he picked it up the moment he saw it.&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167927009705869042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gqPAaqPvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2U2yw0ZcwTw/s200/Photo0112.jpg" border="0" /&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;daniel's apple. he constantly changes the stuff he draw's on it. he was fooling around with it,what with using some lightsaber screensaver, so when he swung it, the motion detector or something would pick it up and make the lightsaber noise. cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gtg go now or else i shall die. bb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-8457550753638822542?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8457550753638822542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=8457550753638822542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/8457550753638822542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/8457550753638822542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-went-cny-visitation-for-sf-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gqRAaqPxI/AAAAAAAAACM/3o8VmIJOk-U/s72-c/Photo0129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-9078718880118523823</id><published>2008-02-16T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T04:33:04.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7glLwaqPjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/x3RtK0i3_dM/s1600-h/Yusheng!.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okay i missed out a few posts so i shall post them now!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;friendship day/valentine's day/14th feb: i feel bad for not buying anything for anyone.should have sponsored the roses,but then agin by the time i found out about it it was too late. oh well. i got: smarties (forgot from who liaos),biscuit from sheena, ferro roche from amanda, kitkat from caris, hersheys kisses from teri, mini tube of mentos from christina, and a rose from zinc, huiwen and cherisse.(: yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gi2waqPhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ff8tK1icRoE/s1600-h/Photo0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167918896512646674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gi2waqPhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ff8tK1icRoE/s200/Photo0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from left: a bottle of beads and a scroll from cherisse(they were originally in the green thing), a note from caris(the orange heart) and the kitkat from her, smarties, mentos from christina, hershey's kisses from teri (from the yellow paper bag) and ferro roche from amanda! oh yea, the rose is somewhere behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gi3AaqPiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0dz_fXa9a_I/s1600-h/Photo0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167918900807613986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gi3AaqPiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0dz_fXa9a_I/s200/Photo0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; turns out later they put the roses in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite.CAMPFIRE NITE!!!!!!!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our whole squad met sgt elizabeth in the morning(and were wondering if we actually needed to fall in).got the NEW standardised socks from daniel and chocolate from sgt xun lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before campfire we met at the grandstand to teach mass dance to those who didnt know it. i was teaching samantha how to do it. samantha you are damn cute! you know when she thanks you she keeps repeating it. samantha you are damn sweet! aww...XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to learn songs and cheers from sgt cindy and one other std 4(whoops forgot who). we saboed sgt cindy.kept making her sing the songs for us.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we had dinner at the granstand. i sat directly behind the std1s. STD1S ARE DAMN CUTE!!!! haha. yufeng hardly ate anything. i was like: 'yu feng you dont go on a diet leh! you already so thin, what if one day you just disappear?' lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMPFIRE! sd1 sqd was the only sqd that took up more than 1 row of benches! i sat between haonan and haihua. SJ WAS THE MOST HIGH!!! for the mascot competition SJ won! it was by the std1s,and our mascot was a spongebob squarepants or something, and after we won cpl chuan kai was leading us in the spongebob squarepants song (sgt yi an wanted to do a 3 cheers thing at first but we sang the song in the end). omg it was damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we sang a few songs and cheers. and there was thing skit. ok it was pretty lame but funny all the same. sj was the most high lor.when the person representing sj ('hercules', cpl chuan kai) we all cheered!haha then haihua and i were sitting behind cpl eve and victoria who were bouncing together to the music they we blasting through the speakers and we were calling them 'the two atoms' but it was damn cute lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the highlight: MASS DANCE! we did it 3 times in total. someone fell down the second time. the 3rd time our sqd did it together.just the std2 sqd!!the last time was the most high.we just heck care and danced like we were nuts or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only after that came the nice songs and cheers. sgt jason was one of the emcees and he was doing his famous goreng pisang dance. they asked for a volunteer and daniel was the volunteer.at the end the std2s shouted: 'daniel most sexy!' it was damn funny,and we were joking about daniel sexyback and stuff.there was also stuff like the father abraham one (we were stanindg on the benches for both, desperate to keep our balance,especially for the father abraham one when we were jumping on them). then for the songs we all hug one another's shoulders and swayed. damn nice lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the whole thing ended(with a big 'aww' from everyone) we were clearing up (i carried a bucket of firewood to the sj room.damn irritating, it kept knocking against and poking my leg) after all the while we were waiting for the uses our squad nurings were hugging each other! we all feel damn bonded now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played cards with sgt xunlin, cpl eve,yufeng and some others in the bus after cpl eve's card trick (we tried to trick her by telling her that it was the wrong card).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;we went to seoul garden for cny lunch! so fun lor. i shall post the photos tmr. cpl audrey was asking me: "why you wear black? cny leh!" then i was pointing out sgt xunlin, who was like, gothic. seriously. black shirt, black jeans... lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this year out squad was more lucky fot the lucky draw!(pun unintended, but since it's here, it's intended. get what i mean?) christine and majia won. manjia had to do forfeit with li lao shi (who drew out her own number. haha it was pretty funny, she actually managed to sabo herself). manjia asked us to do the forfeit with her, so our whole squad and li lao shi had to write 'xin nian kuai le' with non other than...our butts! lol typical. chinese is harder to coordinate lor.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xinyi and i kept cooking and eating the garlic chicken. its yummy okay! they were calling yiren 'mei nu' and yiren kept calling xinyi 'shuai ge'. somewhere in between christine called yiren 'mei nu yi ren',which ten became 'mei ren yu' (aka mermaid) lol!&lt;br /&gt;after the whole thing haihua tried to fry the tofu and daniel tried making...fried ice cream. lol&lt;br /&gt;we took a squad photo and then a corp photo(didnt have time to take a second squad photo, pity becuase sgts candice ('camera shy' lol), ho simin and kokswee didnt take it with us the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw some of the std 4s (including sgts ho simin and candice.haha) at the mrt station and took picture with them! haha. too bad some ppl werent there, they went to suntec to buy rubik's cube. too bad for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back on the train with: jiamin, charlotte,yu feng, yiren, and 3 std1s! they were sabrina, cheryl and ji wen( i think.i keep forgetting her name). at first ji wen didnt say much.yu feng and i were talking to sabrina and cheryl, and yufeng kept saying stuff like "how can you not know me?? humph!" (damn retarded lah)and scaring them. yufeng you better not scare any std1s off! after yufeng got off, however, ji wen and i just kept talking,and she the first thing she asked me was: "who was that xiao ding dong?" LMAO. yufeng i hope you dont mind me laughing, but it was really damn funny. who ask you go and say she got emo face. ji wen lives in pasir ris too leh!yay! why our sqd only got me in pasir ris but the other sqds have so many ppl in pasir ris? grr.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gl7QaqPpI/AAAAAAAAABM/PFHWMmkMBSY/s1600-h/Photo0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167922272356941458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="91" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gl7QaqPpI/AAAAAAAAABM/PFHWMmkMBSY/s200/Photo0127.jpg" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gl7QaqPqI/AAAAAAAAABU/B1UaMsmuOTM/s1600-h/Photo0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gmtAaqPuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VS8Y-9utuP8/s1600-h/Photo0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cpl audrey(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gl7QaqPoI/AAAAAAAAABE/h_IjqvgcbHU/s1600-h/Photo0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167922272356941442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" height="102" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gl7QaqPoI/AAAAAAAAABE/h_IjqvgcbHU/s200/Photo0153.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gl7gaqPrI/AAAAAAAAABc/L20bbd3Yzi8/s1600-h/Photo0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gl7gaqPrI/AAAAAAAAABc/L20bbd3Yzi8/s1600-h/Photo0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gl7QaqPpI/AAAAAAAAABM/PFHWMmkMBSY/s1600-h/Photo0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our 'yusheng'! see the 2? std 2s rock!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gmtAaqPuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VS8Y-9utuP8/s1600-h/Photo0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167923127055433442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="97" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gmtAaqPuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VS8Y-9utuP8/s200/Photo0164.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gl7QaqPpI/AAAAAAAAABM/PFHWMmkMBSY/s1600-h/Photo0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gmtAaqPuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VS8Y-9utuP8/s1600-h/Photo0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gmswaqPtI/AAAAAAAAABs/snx7aJFkgV8/s1600-h/Photo0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;daniel's attempt at frying chocolate ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gmtAaqPuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VS8Y-9utuP8/s1600-h/Photo0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gl7QaqPpI/AAAAAAAAABM/PFHWMmkMBSY/s1600-h/Photo0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gl7gaqPrI/AAAAAAAAABc/L20bbd3Yzi8/s1600-h/Photo0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167922276651908786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="99" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gl7gaqPrI/AAAAAAAAABc/L20bbd3Yzi8/s200/Photo0163.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gmtAaqPuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VS8Y-9utuP8/s1600-h/Photo0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gl7QaqPqI/AAAAAAAAABU/B1UaMsmuOTM/s1600-h/Photo0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haihua's squashed and fried tofu on the left and our chao da/chowder soup (dont mind the pun). the chao da bits in the soup were because of xinyi scraping the stuff off the hotplate and dumping it in. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gmswaqPtI/AAAAAAAAABs/snx7aJFkgV8/s1600-h/Photo0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gmswaqPtI/AAAAAAAAABs/snx7aJFkgV8/s1600-h/Photo0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167923122760466130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="110" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gmswaqPtI/AAAAAAAAABs/snx7aJFkgV8/s200/Photo0167.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gl7QaqPqI/AAAAAAAAABU/B1UaMsmuOTM/s1600-h/Photo0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiamin's 2 finished bowls of ice cream! (jiamin and i LOVE ice cream.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gmswaqPtI/AAAAAAAAABs/snx7aJFkgV8/s1600-h/Photo0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gmswaqPtI/AAAAAAAAABs/snx7aJFkgV8/s1600-h/Photo0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gl7QaqPqI/AAAAAAAAABU/B1UaMsmuOTM/s1600-h/Photo0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167922272356941474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" height="99" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gl7QaqPqI/AAAAAAAAABU/B1UaMsmuOTM/s200/Photo0133.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haonan and his er...smile. he likes to smile/laugh, but sometimes at the wrong time (like when we were reporting during training). but this was the right time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-9078718880118523823?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/9078718880118523823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=9078718880118523823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/9078718880118523823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/9078718880118523823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/02/okay-i-missed-out-few-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RlhPGLYl8-A/R7gi2waqPhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ff8tK1icRoE/s72-c/Photo0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-1492671038551415882</id><published>2008-02-10T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T06:18:50.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to watch ah long pte ltd today. actually i wanted to post a happy post, but not now. too pissed to post a happy post. i'll probably  screw up if i try. i'll have another attempt tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm pretty pissed with my parents. it's like: one moment we're joking with each other, and the next moment they start scolding me and commenting on how rude i am and "other people's children arent so rude. it must be our fault for not teaching her properly."guess what. that just came from the person who used to tell me never to compare yourself to other people. wow.great job, people. must be your fault for not teaching me well; like i'm a dog or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mum just came in to tell me to "hurry up and go to sleep" and that "you 越来越不昕话了"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS THE PROBLEM WITH YOU ADULTS?do you really think that all you say is correct and therefore we must obey? i know that you have all the experience so you're usually correct, and we're supposed to obey our parents no matter what, if something goes wrong they are responsible. but it just sounds wrong sometimes and in alot of those cases they ARE wrong. stop nagging at me, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU JUST BLOODY SHUT UP AND LET ME RANT AND COMPLAIN FOR FIVE MINUTES?! i know that kids in your time were more polite and obedient. i dont want to bloody know, okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents remind me of cats when you stroke their bellies. they enjoy it, then suddenly they attack you when they realise what  vulnerable position they are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me crazy if you want, but i just love reffering to cats. know why? i just love their style. for example, in a room full of cat lovers and one person who's, say, allergic to cats, it goes to the one allergic to cats (there's a valid reason for this but i dont wanna say it, find out for yourself). irony. i simply love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have another reason to be depressed. the cat downstairs (the one i always meet) went missing for awhile, and i was quite happy to see that it was back. but when i went over, i saw that it had a collar on. i was pretty upset for various unexplainable reasons, like: i'm actually not it's real owner or anything. okay this sounds stupid but just shut up, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's more, when i went over to say hi,(and i was already depressd about the collar), my parents &lt;strong&gt;shouted&lt;/strong&gt; at me not to touch it because it was &lt;strong&gt;dirty&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;one, i already petted it lots of times,and i didnt die or anything. two. QUIT INSULTING ME,WILL YOU, its late and you'll disturb the peace, and I'M NOT A LITTLE KID YOU CAN TELL ME FOR GOODNESS SAKE WHY DO YOU HAVE TO &lt;strong&gt;SHOUT&lt;/strong&gt;?!WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there.see? i'm way too depressed and upset to post a happy post. great job people, you just ruined my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;so there.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-1492671038551415882?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1492671038551415882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=1492671038551415882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/1492671038551415882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/1492671038551415882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/02/went-to-watch-ah-long-pte-ltd-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-3417607421440849458</id><published>2008-02-07T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T06:19:56.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i edited the last post. back and check.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HAPPY CNY PPL (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.this is the time when all the (adult) relatives start saying to me stuff like: 'wah you so tall now!'(which i am not. isaac who's a few years my junior is just 2 cm shorter than me! wth) and 'wow, so tan! you swim alot is it?" lol. i havent had a swim in ages already.the tan's from my sj activities.speaking of which,remind me to eat more (that's not the only factor of course, but it's one) so i can get stronger.or else pt i die if they ask us carry ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to emei garden today.wore my new (black)shirt (which is actually the only new piece of clothing for cny.how pathetic.blame the fact that it's so darn hard to find nice stuff in the nearby malls.melissa agrees with me apparently.) and finally took the necklace fron auntie chay mui for a spin. (in a once-in-a-blue-moon attempt to look nice, so that maybe i can get some compliments other than ones about me being tall and tan) yay!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole lot of us were there. haha they were watching tv n the hall, the 'aunties' were playing cards in da gu's room (jin rami and some others) and there was a 'gambling den' in yao hui's room. haha. i spent most of the time in the 'gambling den' where they were playing mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha the youngest player was isaac (the nephew who's almost as tall as me, still in pri. sch leh!) with the help of yao hui the pro of course. he actually only joined in later and when any adults came in they all said 'waaah isaac play mahjong hor!' lol. andrew (brians's bro, abt same age, but dont remember who's older. both in ns i think) was making jokes about isaac's mother scolding him in front of the class (she's a teacher in his school):"tell the class what you did for chinese new year (makes slapping action) lol.&lt;br /&gt;isaiah (isaac's younger bro) spent most of the time playing a com game and was laughing all the way. it was pretty scary his laughing.so sudden .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at firsyt it was valerie, brian, jonathan and yao hui who were playing. melissa (my cousin who's the same age as me, jonathan's her older bro) and i were sitting beside valerie and watching her. she kept calling us her apprentices lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some time i went to join jonathan melissa and isaiah for a few games of taiti (i won almost all.yay!) then went back to the gambling den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few ames at the den valerie decided to stretch her legs and i took her place. dunno how much i lost to the pros (almost won one game.just one more tile! rawh!) but won 30cents! lol (it wasnt real money,just chips.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha never thougt i'd learn mahjong. oh yeah, while we were playing andrew (who couldnt figure out how to play after watching for ages, though later he joined in with uncle steven's help) went over to the abandoned com(isaac had been playing it) and started playing the game he(isaac) had been playing. he kept saying 'hoi!' when something wrong happened.lmao. we all laughed nonstop lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol that's all i can think of. yay. so far i've got quite alot of angpow money.that's the fun of CNY! (haha i just remebered: when isaac got his angpow from uncle kiam peng he was playing mahjong and uncle kp was crapping about using the money for mahjong -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt do much, went over to dorcas's (she's one year my senior) house.havent gone there for a long long long long.....(many more 'long's later) long time. her name's actually the same as mine but hers is in greek while mine is in aramic. cool huh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent the whole time chattin while the adults 'caught up with each other' i listened to them for awhile at first and almost fell asleep.zzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planning to go aggy's house later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;au revoir.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(yeah its cny so its unappropirate, but &lt;strong&gt;who cares?!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-3417607421440849458?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3417607421440849458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=3417607421440849458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3417607421440849458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3417607421440849458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-edited-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-4487201406342407989</id><published>2008-02-04T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:37:48.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha today was fun.&lt;br /&gt;switched shoes with cherisse cuz she needed canvas shoes for guides and she didnt wear then.so had to wear pink shoes around the whole day.ugh i hate pink. oh well. i'm a nice person XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw a std1 = before mass dance and some of us were crowding round him (on purpose, they guys were bing lame)and we were saying 'don't bully junior lah'. guess how we knew he was from sj: his collar pin!! omg no fair why they first training already have but we more than one year still dont have?! humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we learnt mass dance today! it as pretty gay but i didnt care, was hypering the whole time.haha. went to 4B classroom to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was abit dumb, because once they asked daniel and kaiseng to dance in the center of the circle, and when the bit that we have to hold one another's shoulders and chiong round and round, and daniel and ks we just going ruond and round and round in their small circle (it looked pretty funny)lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3 SCs in our squad (charlotte daniel and yiren) were teaching sgt eli thw sc dance (to the song all for one from HSM 2)and daniel was the most pro (we were saying he looked pretty serious while doing it) and he was using the 'kill insect approach' to help remember it, actually he used it for both mass dance and SC dance. something like: "*jump and clap* kill mosquito! *turn and look back* look at the dead body!" and so on. we were all laughing like hell larh (it look really funny but you only know when you see it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were also trying to teach charlotte how to do some mass dance steps, so we did it slow-mo (whick looked pretty dumb now that i think of it) and the sdt4s (who had gathered at the other end of the class at the teachers table) heard us, looked over and started laughing (ok shant bother to think of a way to describe it. today so damn many lame things, lmao.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sgt kaiming and the other guy dancing with him (forgot who it was, was it cpl kiankok?) were making the 'makan sign'(referring to the one that you put the tips or your fingers together to point up lol)at the last party of the dance when we were supposed to pose. lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah,and in somewhere in between, sgt jason, kaiming, and some others were competing to see who could hit the ceiling hardest with their heads (container classroom,so the low ceiling was mostly boards)and once the light kinda went out for about 10 seconds, causing everyone to go: oooooorh! lol it was pretty lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made the std4s dance for us in pairs (girl w/h guy) yu feng was bent on saboing thenm and so were a few others (especially yiren whom the std4s made him dance with sgt wanyu who had no partner) &lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and the std4 ambulances were dragging sgt justin to go and dance. it was pretty dumb really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol we kept going to xin shang aircon after each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just remembered something depressing.manjia wants to quit.yufeng like to pon and she says she wanna quit too.yiren says if manjia quits he will quit too.kimberly has track and field and wanna quit.excluding zhaohon our sqd has a total strength of 16.if they quit we lose 1/4 of the strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who wanna quit if u r reading this: DONT QUIT.PLEASE.*emo again for the upteenth time recently*:&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;no. i refuse to let myself get depressed. nope i'm not the kind of emo person. WAKE UP GIRL. you're not some crybabay so shut up.now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-4487201406342407989?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4487201406342407989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=4487201406342407989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/4487201406342407989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/4487201406342407989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/02/haha-today-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-5746683623143851463</id><published>2008-02-01T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:32:47.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was...interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to school in the morning, fell asleep in the car, blablabla. the usual routine. had 3period hcl.was pretty much depressed about today cuz the timetable's about the same as yesterday's.but we got to watch some chinese movie the whole time and slack.yay. la was pretty dry, just some presentations. by the time we got to history i was freezing suddenly for some strange and unknown reason and couldnt stop shivering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i ate lunch with cherisse weixin and zinc and went off to meet the squad at the grandstand. we were talking about the various std4s at the grandstand (or something like that)when they mentioned sgt Xun Lin,and i mentioned that it was her birthday. that's where the real day starts.&lt;br /&gt;we decided to go to her class to sing her a birthday song. so we trooped over to her class and when she came out we sang her the birthday song in both english and chinese(aka the traditional dunman way) and i managed passed her the birthday present that i owed her but which she was trying not to get. (which was good otherwise i wouldnt know how to do it).she had that speechless look on her face (which looked kinda funny considering the fact she always has something to say) lol. it was kinda funny really, the whole scene.a huge group of people singing the birthday song right outside the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training. THE STD1S CAME IN!!!sgts candice (who's their SC), ho simin, kok swee and cpl dawn ewnt over to smc 1.so sad.oh well. hopefully they enjoy themselves. did i meantion that the std1 squad has like, 31 people? omg i'm happy again. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training was fun, but it was a pity it rained, because we didn't do footdrill as a result, and my 2 hours or so of polishing (and burning) my boots were absolutely wasted. oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOTALLY SCREWED UP REPORTING. belok at the wrong spot, forgot charlotte's full name (whoops) and commanded the squad twice to sediya instead of senang diri, until sgt Xun Lin screamed at me:"I/C! what sort of command is that?!" Then i realised how stupid it was. at first i thought we kept having to samra cuz christine stayed at sediya(which was correct actually). ugh, feel so embarassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we did TOC today! it was cool. we learnet how to open (including testing ) and close a stretcher(there were 2 types: furley[not sure how to spell, it needs testing b4 using] and combat stretcher (doent need testing) and manual carriage: piggyback, fireman's lift, cradle and one other one, but i forgot what it's called. oh well. they kept asking me to be casualty because i was the lightest there (and charlotte almost dropped my once), apparently. yufeng didn't come.i tried loading kimberly on the stretcher once with the other nursings, but the rest of the time i was casualty and didn't get to try carrying a stretcher,sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pt we dashed around the school,leaving some people lagging because they had stamina but not speed. but before that: TOC. as in toc for pt. now i feel prettty guilty. becuase the sgts asked for 2 volunteers and i was one (the other one was yiren,and he cant really run anyway, he got injured) then they told me to get on the stretcher and the others had to walk in about 2 or 3 loops at the corridors at the area between the LTs and the corridors near the semicircle(make that ex-semicircle) area such that it formed a loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they told me to get on the stretcher i was telling myself : you damn idiot! what the hell have you just done?! later on they were telling me that actually it was good or else they would have to carry someone heavier.lol.thanks everyone. now i don't feel so guilty (but there's still some guilt. i'd rather help carry the stretcher. i mean, i was tha causalty for almost the whole day! wth) oh well. there was some comfort in the fact that i could cheer louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and while they were carrying the stretchers, the std1s walked by! omg i was like: so many?! and they were just staring at us carrying the stretchers. it was prety funny. but later on sgt Xun Lin was screaming at us to knock it down. the std4s were scolding us for dragging feet,especially in front of the std1s: 'what if they see you and think they can drag shoes too?!'and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home with charlotte (i waited with her and daniel when they had to tell some stuff to sgt Elizbeth and i waited for her when she talked to sgt about some other stuff and daniel went off) and sgt Xiu Han, who we met along the way.she lives in pasir ris too! omg that rocks. (why is it that the std4 squad has so many people in pasir ris but i'm the only one in my squad?! no fair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. when walking back from the mrt i was walking in the rain quite happily. strange. most people think of rain as depressing ot fun and cooling.lol. met the 'stray' cat at near the void deck.its striped black brown and white, and the tip of its left ear is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.that ends it. i shalll find some other way to say goodbye or something in some other language. but not today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-5746683623143851463?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5746683623143851463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=5746683623143851463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5746683623143851463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5746683623143851463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/02/now-that-i-think-of-itmy-last-post-was.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-1831343754316113314</id><published>2008-01-29T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T04:56:08.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm just damn pissed today; for various reasons, including my stupid life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like today was bad or anything, after all i was one of the only 3 girls who could keep stay on the pullup bar for 30 seconds and yadayada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's just damn stupid.i mean, the moment i got on the com, i get tossed from wave to another in the sea of...madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life totally sucks. i mean seriously.my teachers, my parents, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my teachers.its just stupid. like that yls. loves the guys so damn much that he asks me to go treat a BRUISE. i know i said this before, but seriously, i cant stand him. so damn gay larh.at least i can get extra marks for his sub. my teachers are driving me nuts. the rest are kinda ok, in fact some are too nice. but that guy drives me beyond nuts. he's like a damn disgrace to all the other teachers, pulls the average tolerability of all of them &lt;strong&gt;way&lt;/strong&gt; down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my parents. especially my mum. keeps asking me why i stay so late to go msn and whatever. what's her damn problem?! cant i just have some freedom or something? why the heck does she keep having to come to spy on me and see what i'm doing? does it matter or affect her anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU ALL JUST QUIT IT? THIS IS MY LIFE NOT YOURS. STAY OUT OF IT IF IT ISNT CONCERNING YOU. WHY DO ADULTS ALL THINK THEY ARE THE ALL-KNOWING ONES?! JUST DAMN BLOODY LEAVE ME ALONE TO RANT FOR 5 MINUTES WILL YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;there. that's better. not complately happy and whatever now, but at least i'm not so mad. talk more next time when I'm not so damn emo, especially after listening to some emo song (aka. keep holding on (by avril lavigne), check it out youreself of you want. Don't wanna post the lyrics or I'm gonna start crying or something.)ok not really emo, but if you're feeling emo it'll make you cry so don't argue with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-1831343754316113314?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1831343754316113314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=1831343754316113314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/1831343754316113314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/1831343754316113314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/01/atim-just-damn-fucking-pissed-today-for.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-3984475629031225160</id><published>2008-01-25T05:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T21:25:30.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today we had training!!! and i almost died during pt even though it was only two rounds thanks to mr siva who made us run 4 rounds (at 3rd and 4th lane!)for pe. what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started training with slow march and i almost died doing timing. from one end of the parade square to the other only larh, but the timing is SIAN. it almost made me wanna fall asleep. sgt xun lin seemed damn pissed during footdrill. kept screaming at us.then after that came an ultra short FA lesson, but before that, the reporting, omg it was a DISASTER. did i mention that i was i/c?(and we forgot to sediya the squad!!whoops.) anyway, haonan tried about 3 or 4 times, but kept bursting into fits of laughter. i kinda got quite mad (and abit worried the seniors would start screaming at us) so i kinda hit him on the arm with a resulting slapping sound louder than i had anticipated.whoops. in the end i had to report, with a long silence in between when my mind suddenly went completely blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were changin into pt kit yongsheng LAGGED. we asked 4 time extension from sgt xun lin but were still late. i was afraid we would all get in BIG trouble if we didnt get there on time and i was screaming nonstop at yongsheng to hurry up. feel pretty bad about that now.sry yongsheng.&lt;br /&gt;pt was interesting. we actually ran only 2 rounds but it seemed harder than last training when they made us carry logs, one to 3 people. probably cuz of the morning 4 rounds.then we had to go down in crunches position while each person ran 1 round at a time while everyone else stayed like that. haonan kinda could take it i think. at the first half of my round i sprinted like i was nuts and was ahead of sgt justin for quite a distance, and kinda died at the second half, so i did a slow jog. feel pretty guilty now.so today i ran 7 rounds in total. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for warm ups i kinda kept saying stuff even though they asked haonan, and we had to redo some stuff. whoops. they scolded the i/cs for doing wrong stuff. whoops. sry people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after last parade came a damn LAME joke from the std4s. sgts xun lin and justin (aka the std4s in smc2 08 who can scold the fiercest) were screamng at us to knock it down. we were blur at first then they told us (actually shouted at us) to go down in pumping position. then i went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sgt justin:std2s! do you know what you did wrong?&lt;br /&gt;us: no sgt!&lt;br /&gt;sgt j:do you want to know what you did wrong?&lt;br /&gt;us: yes sgt!&lt;br /&gt;sgt j: you nvr say byebye to the instructors who are leaving? (sgts candice, ho si min, kok swee and cpl eve are going over to smc1. sad) go and squeeze there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we chiong over there,and see all the instructors trying to control their laughter. wth. it was a prank obviously. stupid larh, but also damn funny.(they damn good at pretending to be mad larh! we were saying mext time our cadets must also do that) and apparently it was sgt xun lin's idea.lol. no wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the 4 sgts (sgt kok swee came late cuz he was duty sgt) were talking to us. sgt ho si min gave us postcards, sgt candice gave flowers which she picked herself from the field i think (and sgt justin was saying bet you guys never knew she was so ...(i forgot what word he used. sentimental? whatever word it wass that he used to describe squadmates who gave flowers to juniors)) and cpl dawn 'gave us her words that she meant with all her heart'. haha. did the we are are sj cheer with the std4s leading and took pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on the std3s kept asking us why they told us to knock it down. 'isit cuz i nvr pandan properly?' and stuff like that. when i told them they were like giving the diao look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i waited for charlotte to go back together cuz i thought the others werent but turned out they did! yay! our squad spirits better now perhaps? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we discussed ideas for squad outing on the train, and the std3s (yasi, peijun and 2 others, but i forgot who)came to the front carriage (where we were) and we were making dumb jokes about how popular we were. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW STD1S ARE COMING NEXT TRAINING!wonder how many there'll be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-3984475629031225160?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3984475629031225160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=3984475629031225160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3984475629031225160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3984475629031225160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-we-had-training-and-i-almost-died.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-2115023718644054426</id><published>2008-01-24T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T03:14:15.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>before todays post:&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO DAM N F***ING PISSED OF WITH THAT YANG LAO SHI. he's damn gay sometimes lar.  i mean. yesterday mook got a bruise on his hand after banging it on the table right after hcl class. a BRUISE. and yang lao shi was acting as though like what, he fractured his hand or something, making a big fus out of it, asking me to put medicine on it(though i have no idea of what that would be) and what about finding sj senior to help him. then i was telling mook to just put ice if wants, but it's not really necessary, and yang lao shi was like(in chinese): oh, cannot tell him just go put ice, must go &lt;em&gt;help &lt;/em&gt;him put ice. i mean what the heck. and while he was blabbering his head off mook and i were just giving each other the diao look. later on while he blabbered on with mook (i do NOT want to mention his name so i from here i shall refer to the abovementioned chinese teacher as anythin that can be used to refer to males or you-know-who) i walked in front of them with clar,and mook went off later on. good riddance. or you-know-who, that is. but whatever. my fury was pretty much gone after talking to a squadmate who claims to have escaped from IMH, and some seniors. but i got pissed off with my mum after that when she screamed at me to hurry up go and sleep or she would lock the door.damn.why do they have to sleep so damn early?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to today. ran 4 rounds round the track with cherisse (and got a blister on my toe). at first I saw 2 girls sitting on the edge of the track and i could have sworn the one on the left was sgt xun lin, but i have no idea who the other one was. sgt ho si min? whatever. I wondered for the first 3 rounds, and waved to sgt xun lin at the start of the 4th (a whole group of them was there now, and quite a few turned to look at me. whoops.) saw the std4 comp teams and the std3 nursing comp team practicing footdrill. it was damn nice larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later after flagraising cherisse and i had to chiong all the way to LA lecture (and in one big round, to add on to that.) from the parade square to class to get the LA lecture stuff we completely forgot about, and from class to the area between LTs 1 and to, from LT one to LT 2 (or was it the other way round?) after reaslising the first one we checked was the wrong one) to LT3 (which was the correct one and both LTs 1 and 2 were the wrong ones, so there) turns out we weren't so late and some people were still getting seated. whew. tmr i will probably have to run at least 6 rounds (3 for pe, cuz thats what we did LAST week, and at least 3 for sj ,i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolx. the whole class was laughing like hell during history presentation later on because of a certain explorer (or something) with the name Rustichello (if you dont realise, it sounds like something about a stringed instrument which has succumbed to erm...rust.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. gotta go and polish boots or something now. damn. my boots polish is cracked or something. gotta repair it. and another thing. tmr there is both PE AND TRAINING (which means PT).oh man.and i hope the STUPID BLOODBANK THING doent fall on a training day, or else  i'll go nuts.because THATS THE TRAINING THE NEW STD1S ARE COMING IN! ooh. wonder how many will come in to stay. hopefully its a saturday training, cuz i wont miss it, and our first training was a saturday one. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-2115023718644054426?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2115023718644054426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=2115023718644054426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2115023718644054426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2115023718644054426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/01/before-todays-post-i-am-so-dam-n-fing.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-5707318860761555371</id><published>2008-01-21T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T04:11:22.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today we had a thrashing out session. yep.among our squad(some of us anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sgt eli was telling us some stuff and decided that we should have some time to 'voice out our opinions'. which resulted in a squad thrashing out sesson, meaning we all said stuff like:&lt;br /&gt;'oh, i wann aapologise for doing...'&lt;br /&gt;'..! i bu shuang with you cuz...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sounds kinda rude and stuff but surprisingly we somehow managed to enjoy ourselves and kept laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on we were doing this std2 whoosh thing during which we kinda said the wrong thing and ended up laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia min was also telling sgt eli that we felt quite guilty when she kept saying she wasnt a good instructor and she looked...okay nevermind. she was giving her 'emo' look. whatever. and xin yi started crying, which made christine cry, and i almost ended up crying too. xin yi's emoness(?)is contagious. whoops. no offense xin yi! meant that in a good way okay, so don't get mad at me XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently sgt ho si min's been reading our blogs and was saying mine said something about missing last year's std4s. whoops. but that doen't mean we don't like them right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case any std4s are reading this, you ppl rock!!!!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. the sgts sure can do alot of wierd stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OMG THIS YEAR WE HAVE 12 YR ONES PUT SJ AS FIRST CHOICE!!OMG YAY!!!(ahaha better have more ppl join after all that screaming!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-5707318860761555371?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5707318860761555371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=5707318860761555371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5707318860761555371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5707318860761555371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-we-had-thrashing-out-session.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-3348766645879363441</id><published>2008-01-16T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T04:18:04.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing much happened today larhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a lizard/gecko/chameloen(chameleon?!thats what some people said)/whatever in the aircon. i was helping sher min rescue her bag cuz from her place she would have to go directly under the erm... lets call it freddy for now (which is the name all the lizards that we see in my house are called) under freddy. so i helped her grab iit from the side.they said turn it off to close the vanes. turned out the lizard dropped out because of that, causing almost all the girls to scream and run out of class, resllting in me trying very hard to not to burst into endless peals of laughter. whatever. am i sadistic or what? anyway,back to the point. so later on i was covering it with a can that was on the teachers table (don't ask me what it was doing there). but sher min said she wouldnt want to sit there, so in the end i managed to get some sort of booklet under te can. but when i flipped it over somehow freddy got flipped out. poor thing. was probably in the aircon the whole day the day before, and now only the tail was twitching, with no more movement. anyways. sher min had the broom so she was sweeping freddy into the can and finally when she managed to i went out and tipped freddy into the grass, upside down (whoops) with tail only twitching. (wonder what the creature's up to now. dead or already thawed out and roaming about? or perhaps died from overhandling and shock and trauma? haha. whatever_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys from 3m (opposite our class) were talking about all the fuss (ie. unneccesary screaming) by the others and they were screaming at me (they still hadn't gotten over it yet) to dump the can. so in the confusion i just dumped the whole thing (meaning the booklet and can) into the bin and later on everyone was saying the can was wasted. well some people anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. during lunch today i met haihua who asked me how to do the drill for i/c duties and stuff. so i told her. later on we were arguig about whether we needed to salute since we didnt have our proper uniform, so we asked sgt xunlin (who was the nearest std4, and we were near their squad arguing about it) and we had this long conversation until we realised we were late for our ivp/bizlab/fps/whatever and had to chiong off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah.i'm so pissed off with enzhi. the people who were supposed to sweep floor this week didnt so i was the first one this week. (proof was the postits that had taken refuge under zi ying's and my table) and enzhi was complaining about me not sweeping everything properly and sweeping it all to a corner (the dustpan had myseriously diappeared)and making a huge fuss about it. as if he had emptied the bin properly. it still had lots of rubbish in it, so there. and i was the first one to sweep the floor this week.  now that i think of it isould have remained calm and just have a nice little argument in which i would infuriate enzhi with my apparent indifference. unfortunately, i was feeling rather pissed off right then, so i just yelled (well not exactly yelled, but i didn't exactly discuss it calmly either) at him, showing him that he had indeed succeded for today (at that point of time anyway) in his never-ending mission to piss me off. (had some arguments with calvin too, with enzhi being his sidekick or vice versa [yes they are otherwise knwon as calvin and hobbs] but too lazy to write about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely love mrs koh.&lt;br /&gt;she's brightened up my day, no, possibly my year, by giving enzhi the following nickname: AH PEK!!!! ahahahahaha(goes on and on and on and on and on......) hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might sound sadistic, but who cares? he started it. humph. and i'm ending it. so there. but if he wants to continue, you cant blame e for getting mad, can you? after all, enzhi appears to be the mighty irritator, with his sidekick calvin, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. looking forward to a nice ew year ahead with lots of fun FRIENDLY debates and tuition skipping due to saturday trainings. WAHAHAHAHA XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-3348766645879363441?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3348766645879363441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=3348766645879363441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3348766645879363441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3348766645879363441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/01/nothing-much-happened-today-larhs.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-5693688022571179291</id><published>2008-01-15T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T05:04:04.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nah dont rmb much at today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh yes! i topped the class girls while running 3 rounds of the track! yay. lolx. top 3 were still guys though. bah i was 4th. jacob totally has the height advantage. though i can say much for enzhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent math and hcl lesson mostly slacking and trying to rmb the stuff abt being i/c. which we have to rmb by this saturday. cuz they can choose anyone. and they'll only tell us on that day.though i don't think they'll choose me. nopes. hope not. i'm hair i/c too btw. sgt eli juz appointed me that time. ironic.well not really. she's always telling me to keep it neat so i have to keep mine neat cuz i am hair i/c so blablabla. the new sec 1s are coming in on the 3rd training. oh man. we're gonna lose alot of instructors to the sec 1s. i think all the cpls will be moving over. ESPECIALLY cpl audrey. noooo... we want you!! and cpl eve too.....ooh man. they're moving all the 'nicest' ppl over. oh well .not that the other sd 4s arent nice. juz that they noe how 2 scold ppls. maybe cpl tzu hsiang might  be moving over too......&lt;br /&gt;wah dun wanna think abt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG i cant rmb the i/c stuff!!!!!!!!!!! die! aiah can lah&lt;br /&gt;it sounds fun.... once u get the hang of it i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to shao nian now, which reminds me abt last rs popo. sobsob:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss sgt yu jia and her instructors!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! waaaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-5693688022571179291?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5693688022571179291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=5693688022571179291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5693688022571179291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5693688022571179291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/01/nah-dont-rmb-much-at-today-ooh-yes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-2432170888453797198</id><published>2008-01-10T04:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T04:52:37.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the hell. i though i posted about our orientation?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay here is the late post that should have been here on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;we had to fall in at 7.30. bleahs so early. at least better than 7 which was the original time.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it was crazy setting the stuff up.&lt;br /&gt;the shirts had to be kept off the muddy floor by the clothesline ppl, but i was in bandaging though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bandaging we had cpl tzu hsiang(whom almost everyone kept calling sgt and she was saying when i called her cpl: yay!! you remember leh! or something to that effect anyways.) lcpl mae (EMO face. xD), jiamin and christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were helping to bandage up our dear mummies...(drumroll please...): charlotte and man jia!!!&lt;br /&gt;had to bandage 'all exposed skin' meaning their legs, arms and scalps (but no faces lar) and they were putting tissue paper or something on their foreheads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the whole day we could hear daniel screaming on the stretcher(supposed to be in pain but sounded like he was on a ride) later on he was pretending to be an ambulance -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. oh yes. half the time we used the fake blood, but half the time we didn't.about there anyways. christine had bloody knees (and later on one of the girl guides was asking her if she was okay. hahaha)and i had a scalp bandage which resulted in ultra-messy hair (later on just before corp cheer sgt ho simin was helping me tie hair cuz the hairband was almost dropping out. and sgt elizabeth kept saying: oi your hair ah....which she always says anyway) and an incision wound on my palm, which slowly (okay quickly) resulted in my bloody hand. as in my whole hand turned red. and i kept having to add water and occasionally extra blood (which i shared with christine and which sgt tzu hsiang kept complaining about: oi dont keep adding blood leh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were all screaming AAHH PAIN!!! HELP!! I'M BLEEDING!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! the whole day. my screams were most likely the craziest sounding ines cuz all the yr ones kept looking at me like i was nuts.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n some ppl i was just gonna start talking about st john to them and then yu feng appeared and say time to switch side liaos or something. bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whole day long we were kept hungry by the smell of fried rice (abit of which we tried, and it was REALLY yummy!!) and SAUSAGES!!!! and they smell the nicest larh. torture. too bad we couldnt try xinyis chicken. apparently she cooked some. haha. became known/famous in the squad after std1 camp last yr (but it was really ma'am pearl ning's recipe XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on in the day when the sun came up we were burning our butts/asses/wadeva and jiamin was roasting on the bed(later she say scared get white stripes on the legs from the splinting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. end of the day so damn funny larhs. charlotte and i were returning the logs and then at first we put at the scouts area (wth) then later saw the seniors going the other one and found out it was wrong so we had to carry to the correct one. SO DAMN PAI SEH larhs.&lt;br /&gt;and before that i was actually carrying a log. then 2 of then std  3s came along and asked them let me take cuz they were carrying 2 and it would save time. they crossed the poles carrying them in some wierd way and almost dropped the last one at first. then later on i was carrying 2 poles. then lcpl yuek ho came along and insisted that he help take one (AGAIN!!!)cuz 'if not they say i bully you!' what the heck larh. then a certain std4 whose name i forgot came along and took the other one so i had none left. AGAIN!!! haha. then later i was carrying 3 with charlotte. (go back to the top of this paragraph for more ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later i went back to class to get my bag only to find out i was sitting next to szl (ahemahem) and they drew the class plan on the board with little hearts. lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. DARN.  i wanted 2 post somemore but got 2 problems:&lt;br /&gt;1. aggy is bugging for her com back.&lt;br /&gt;2. i FORGOT what i wanted to post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing. this darn thing keeps writing in italics. wonder why. i think i wanna go ask ppl tmr wan squad pt o not. oops i think too late. ask them another day barhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thing:&lt;br /&gt;aggy: done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?done?(gets faster and faster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYES!!!!!! (aggy: done?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-2432170888453797198?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2432170888453797198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=2432170888453797198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2432170888453797198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2432170888453797198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-9056821079622898001</id><published>2008-01-09T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T04:38:31.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this blog is still pitifully titleless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was kinda crappy.&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that i was assigned 2 sit next to that seah zong long? nevermind, because now i'm sitting with zi ying. so that solves the problem.&lt;br /&gt;i was late for LA and when i got to class (the windows had suddenly mysteriously fogged up and had water trickling down) i heard a 'there she is' from everyone, and before that i heard ms kheng wondering where i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was writing the postcards to persuade yr1s to join SJ. GET A HUG, JOIN SJAB!!!!lame. the hug stands for Home with the Unifomed Groups by the way in case you havent noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKING NEWS!!! cherisse just told me on msn that (someone called) zhi hao wanna quit band and join back sj. omg i hope that true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back to class. this morning zong long was writing 2 long lists. one went something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not cut squad during npcc training&lt;br /&gt;i will not cut squad during npcc training&lt;br /&gt;i will not cut squad during npcc training&lt;br /&gt;...and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apprently sok wei n all the other npcc std 2s had to do it cuz of some ppl. oh yes. and then there was another one that was something about not wearing white socks,ankle socks, colourful hairbands, wearing spectacle hooks during training and not repeating the mistake. then it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;me: what the heck?! you guys have to do this kind of stuff?&lt;br /&gt;zl: proceeds to re-enact some bits of the conversation with their CI or something, what abt yes sir no sir and so on.&lt;br /&gt;caris and amanda and some other girls in the class: er...zong long?are you talking to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;zl: no, i'm talking to tabs&lt;br /&gt;caris, amanda and co.: aah. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. later on enzhi was helping zonglong write the stuff (apparently each person muz write 90 lines) and zl was complaining it was too neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolx&lt;br /&gt;aggy now ask me go 505 with her so blog another time barhs. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-9056821079622898001?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/9056821079622898001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=9056821079622898001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/9056821079622898001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/9056821079622898001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-blog-is-still-pitifully-titleless.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-6497614370567713171</id><published>2008-01-02T03:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T04:48:38.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;what a great way to start the year. spraining my ankle. how fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;haha. but seriously, its kinda good cuz now both my bloody ankles look the bloody same.&lt;br /&gt;my mum is now complaining how darn cold it is in here after i turned on the fan. oh puh lease.&lt;br /&gt;and the std2 blog is DEAD. i shall ask xinyi 4 permission 2 bring it back to life. haha. i'll need help with the skin though XD cuz i suck at this sort of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, by to my ankle. it was my right ankle this time (it was the left one that i busted last year while &lt;em&gt;walking &lt;/em&gt;back to my post during a netball game. how dumb is that?) this one was when i tripped while everyone was filing out of the gym. and i was &lt;em&gt;walking&lt;/em&gt; damn it. not juping around or doing anything extra.&lt;br /&gt;haha. later on sgt xun lin saw me (i spotted her doing something at the sink, but what it was beats me) and she was saying something about i should know what to do cuz i am a first aider. haha. saw haonan who joked about going to the sick bay and haihua who chatted with me for abit while i waited for celeste to come back from her class and help me get the bloody ice.&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me. did i mention that our classrooms are damn far away from the main school block? like, &lt;em&gt;container classrooms&lt;/em&gt;?! gotta walk damn far. even worse with my sprained foot. oh hell this is gonna be a long year.&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way did i mention joanna? i met her at the library and we talked for ages. talk and talk and talk. haha. some of that time was spent on her talking on her phone with her cousin. it was kinda funny. she was saying everyone was going to school and se felt left out not going to school. i was looking at her and giving her the 'are you kidding?!' stare. lol. she's got a job at giordano now. says she's gotta put on makeup during her job. wierd. haha. postponing the china trip post for later. too lazy to upload it now.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and guess what. we got mrs koh as our teacher!!! YAY!!! she told me not to tell but i told sylvia, whom i told not to tell mrs koh that i told her (sylvia) heheh. understand? no? nevermind. (:&lt;br /&gt;happy new year and good luck with your new years resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm off to practice guitar. hope it sounds nice(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that, some random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm eating apple slices, sour peach pieces (one of which i was force fed ack) and half a kiwi using a &lt;em&gt;spoon&lt;/em&gt; as a &lt;em&gt;fork.&lt;/em&gt;how lame can i get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of the kiwi, i'm reminded of the time when i asked my dad to help me buy kiwi (the solid shoe polish which we ise to polish our boots in SJ) and he almost bought kiwi(the fruit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot the tune of the battalions on alert cheer. crap. i liked it the most among the we were taught by the sir during orientation prep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remind me that i hate most chocolates and cant stand getting them as presents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-6497614370567713171?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6497614370567713171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=6497614370567713171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6497614370567713171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6497614370567713171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2008/01/wahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-6986354757818469216</id><published>2007-12-28T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T23:00:12.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too lazy 2 upload photoes of my china trip now. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;was so long sia, 12 days!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;will tok more bout it when i upload the pics, if i ever do!!! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we also juz came back from my std 1 camp, i mean abt somewhere last week i think. and we r now privates! (ok dat was kinda long ago, but anyway). more importantly, we r std 2s!!!!!!!!!!!! haha how fun! sort of. its wierd being called std2s. even the seniors keep calling us std 1s. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1 of camp: 1st aid comp!!! haha it was kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;sometime in the waiting room we n cpl kian kok n sgt xun lin n her team (actually she was originally with us, but anyway) were talking, then ma'am ya hui said we arent supposed 2 talk with other teams, so we juz say stuff loudly, n when any team try 2 talk to the other, the other team just said 'cannot talk to you guys!'it was kinda lame , but quite funny too. ;p&lt;br /&gt;4 team case i was working with ys aka yongsheng. haha gd thing my casualty got heart attack n cardiac arrest so he went over to the other side 2 help them, cuz they needed help n he wasnt really doing anything on our side, simply cuz there wasnt anything for him to do (i think) haha.  the other side ppl (yufeng n yiren) were treating closed fracture as bruise at first (it kinda looked lyk one. sort of. wadeva. it looked lyk an open wound lah, not lyk closed fracture at all). l8er on ys n i were trying 2 put our casualty (i dunno how 2 spell her name but anyway) but her arm got stuck below her or something.bah. but somehow we did it. but l8er the sir say i do cpr sequence got something wrong. crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;footdrill i think we kinda screwed up. kekenan puseng on the march i forgot how to do at first n kinda lag, and march on the spot n turn ard on the march we keep banging all the way which we arent supposed to. wadeva. i think u'll only noe wad i mean if u did footdrill b4. yongsheng lagged. alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. at least individual case nothing too bad happened. i got sgt cindy as my casualty, which was kinda good cuz the other 2 casualties would have made me freak out from the start (sgt ho simin n sgt kok swee, who sometimes really noes how 2 overdo stuff. which reminds me. during our unofficial comp train sgt ho si min was my 'judge' for a certain case and while i was saying the cpr sequence [no dummy available] she said 'the casualty is dead' i was like: WHAT?! how am i gonna report? 'no 1, casualty is dead'?! turns out i really had 2 say something like that.) anyway, the other good thing was that she only had a long cut on the arm, and a sprained ankle, which was good cuz i got one b4. haha. the sir said that i nvr clear area properly, only put the scissors one side (suppose to wrap it in a bandage or something) and i should have used a roller bandage on the cut instead or a triangular one. actually now that i think of it i should have let her lie down cuz the bleeding from the cut was severe, so elevating it would be more effective (i think)  and then it would be more comfortable when i raised her leg (part of treatment for sprain). wadeva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buzzer round was...violent. we had to rush to sit on a chair on a given signal to be able to answer a question. worse was the fact that we had numbers (they called out numbers and that number had to chiong to the chair) and the ones with the same number as me were kaiseng, who can push ppl aside, and haonan, the one with size advantage (haonan if you read this, i'm NOT insulting you.XD) but our team won the round. yay! marcus was funny. when he answered, his teammates would juz tell him the answer and he would juz repeat it word 4 word. ok it doesnt sound funny when  say it but when we were there it was darn funny. HAHAHA. and all the seniors at the back were trying not to laugh. to make things worse, we were in a container class (smooth floor) and we were wearing our boots (which are also slippery). there was one time when haonanended up on one side of the chair, kaiseng on the other, and me gripping another side of the chair and sliding under it. (i ended up sitting sort of under the chair) well something like that. n it was so funny larh. that was the funniest part of the whole comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after comp we had lunch, field cooking. during which ys, daniel n i were cooking  maggie mee, sasages and eggs and actually eating them while yufeng, manjia n  our 'auntie'  yiren deserted us. hard to explain why they call him that , but anyway, it's one of the jokes in our squad, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day was activation! we were casualties. (haha l8er one sgt xun lin said when she was being carried on te stretcher (she was acting as a 'dead' person) one of the parents (cuz that day was the day next yrs sec ones all go to their new schools) saw her n thought she was dead or something n was so shocked, n then the sir said 'dont worry ma'am' n added 'its &lt;em&gt;fake'. &lt;/em&gt;haha it was funny)  the std 2s (now known as std 3s, it was their jnco) were supposed to 'rescue' all of us (abt 30 in all, there were abt 28 of them)after a 'disaster'. (i think it was a tsunami). i lying outside a classroom, and some of the band ppl going in were looking at me n probably wondering what the heck i was doing there. (someone ,i think it was yiren, was saying that while he was waiting, one guy came to him n asked hey, boy, you okay or not?) n i was waiting for like, more than half an hour? yawn. they laoded me on a stretcher after a long wait n carried me off to the canteen, and then there was this std 2 (dunno what she's called) who kept chatting with manjia and i. i'm not looking forward to jnco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that nite was prizegiving 4 std 1 comp, n i won one of the top3 individual. yay! wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day we all went home after a long parade by the std 2s. hahaha. oh yea, but we had to pull our tents down. which reminds me, we slept in tent on the first nite,n we all froze. the second nite we slept in the hall though, cuz it was raining (bah! the flloor was so hard!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday there was orientation prep. i hope it wont rain on orietation CCA day. it's quite fun. haha. n they kept calling us std 2s. wth. it's so darn wierd being called a std 2. but its nice ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-6986354757818469216?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6986354757818469216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=6986354757818469216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6986354757818469216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6986354757818469216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2007/12/wahahahaha-too-lazy-2-upload-photoes-of.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-7782407091936817117</id><published>2007-11-25T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:06:48.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todae gonna go airport to eat lunch with aggy....i think.  haha. go to US to eat western food&gt;&lt;. we vry rich de XD lols. i m posting at aggie's- i mean aggy's - com n she is next to me laffing lyk hell. oh, no, now she is trying to move her center parting of de hair. haha so damn funny larhs. n now she laffing again! angie next 2 me wif a bottle of water 2 spray on aggys hair so dhat she can move de parting more easily hahahahaha. oh, now saki come lers.she lyks de sakae sushi slippers. cuz she is SAKI!!!!!!n she lyk her owner aka aggie. got center parting de.&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aggy's center parting moovement kinda suceed kinda fail BWAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT DE STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID CHINESE TUITION H/W!!!!!!ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-7782407091936817117?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7782407091936817117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=7782407091936817117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7782407091936817117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7782407091936817117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2007/11/todae-gonna-go-airport-to-eat-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-7505226824509944617</id><published>2007-11-19T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T20:39:42.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this thursday gotta go comp train again. but this time its unofficial.&lt;br /&gt;i just rmb some dumb stuff during comp train.&lt;br /&gt;that time i asked yu feng to report n then she told me the casualty's injuries then paused for a long time, instead of juz saying treatment in progress she finished it during the long pause during which we were whispering furiously: treatment in progress! lame. ok nvm that was kinda dumb.&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. that time we were fooling around n instead of saying 'yes number one' we kept saying 'no number one', when the std 3s werent looking, of course&lt;br /&gt;gtg n write the stupid CAP play, so bbyes 4 now (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-7505226824509944617?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7505226824509944617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=7505226824509944617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7505226824509944617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7505226824509944617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-thursday-gotta-go-comp-train-again.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-2642678355785002858</id><published>2007-11-15T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T06:19:24.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so much 2 tok abt....... oh yea. my comp team members r yiren(no.1) yufeng(no.2) n yongsheng (argh! no.4) i'm no.3. haiz muz tok so much.........but we also have daniel(no.1) n manjia (no.2) of the 2-man team of ourentire comp team larhs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;comp. train!&lt;br /&gt;hehe. got 1 yu feng was 'scalded by a pot of hot erm...stuff'(FA manual?). and cut by a knife (which was really a pen)i think.  then sgt kok swee was lyk: MUMMY!mummy!oh no what happened to you? (*to us*) what are you all doing standing there?! DO SOMETHING!!!! MUMMY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so darn funny larhs. then we had to pull him away then he start 2 hyperven. and then kenna cardiac arrest. l8er on yiren was complaining dat passerbys were a nuisance cuz dey alwaes semm 2 kenna cardiac arrest n waste manpower. (actually he does have a point....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back with de std 3s who did ALOT of rubbish. and told lots of stupid jokes. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;'2 aliens fighting. one has a lower arm fracture. another has a tibia fracture. then l8er on the seniors say they r aliens so they also kenna de other aliens injuries.' lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;footdrill: they say they'll treat us bubble tea if we manage not to drop any of the leaves 'kiapped' between our arms and bodies (2 make sure our arms r kiapped 2 our sides during footdrill) promised 2 get it next comp train but i'm not gonna be there...so....haha nvm dun waste de std 3's $ barhs. lolxXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to move de casualty 2 de shade but wasnt sure how to den suddenly sgt si min said something abt casualty was became unconcious den dey cut case n said redo. den we switch casualties............haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we were waiting 4 de case to be thought of or something n we were telling stupid jokes, de std3s n us. den sgt daphne was going on with somethin abt her contact lens dropping out. den de long discussion abt contact lenses n every1's spectacles degree....sgt daphne's was lyk, 600?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, n todae i was de only person in my squad wearing house tee larhs. ack. de sgt jason was lyk: oh, u wore house tee! yay! (he's my house capt.n on de train yesterday when i was saying: erm...lets see whos in hera here, he was lyk: oi i'm ur house capt leh! rite in front of u somemore! den i was lyk: well he's blocking me mah.['he' meaning cpl kian kok]) aniwae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. den de cases had wierd adds. lyk blk 456 bukit ikan billis st *something i 4got de no.* n something abt galaxy something in de case with de 'aliens'.&lt;br /&gt;i shall cont when i rmb more(n i wanna sleep, i'm tired. zzzzzzzzzzz....). yay. comp train rox!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(budden sgt xun lin dunno why go over 2 team 3. humph. no fair)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-2642678355785002858?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2642678355785002858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=2642678355785002858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2642678355785002858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2642678355785002858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-much-2-tok-abt.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-8321706239706241313</id><published>2007-11-09T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T00:23:42.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nvr blog 4 so long lers&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday comp train so damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;we were learning 2 do FA cases, so we took turn 2 be Number 1. so i was the 1st one to try n then the case they gave was damn stupid lahs. hahaha then later yongsheng we splinted him but he still insisted on hopping ard so tresult was... funny. and abit stupid. but anyway. when the case was read out it was so damn funny we couldnt help laughing even tho we werent supposed 2 cuz it went lyk:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;u&gt;364days sunny,1 day rainy land.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinky winky, age 5 and Lala age 7 were running and the park when they tripped over a rock and fell."&lt;br /&gt;So damn funnny larhs. then we were suppsed 2 acces the situation as safe/unsafe. rhen someone asked if the rock was counted as unsafe. hahaha lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then l8er on i was supposed to be sotong, age 25 n wadeva (it was in seafood something place. lame lol). i supposedly was cutting an apple (roller bandage) with a knife (pen[penknife? pfft]) when i cut my arm, saw blood n started hyperven. haha. they kinda didnt do treatment properly until i tot i was really gonna hyperven lers.lolx then there was all the rubbish lars. what abt sgt tzu hsiang kena asthma attack n yongsheng needa treat her with blanko tape (supposedly an inhaler)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then 4 some wierd reason, after training i was walking back wif christine, yongsheng and marcus when we saw charlotte, kai seng, yu feng and some others if i m not wrong. they kept running away from us ad we kept laughing lyk hell lahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-8321706239706241313?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8321706239706241313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=8321706239706241313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/8321706239706241313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/8321706239706241313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2007/11/nvr-blog-4-so-long-lers-yesterday-comp.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-1592037119733437261</id><published>2007-10-21T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T21:44:48.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saturday was the first routine training in..well...ages. my arms are now achy cuz of a combintion of 30-40 pumpings, 2 crawls a-few-meters long under a net using my arms (elbows actually) only, and a whole 2hr(?) footdrill session during which we did almost all marching drills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to add on to it, today i spent erm....1hr+ i think playing with a aka a diabolo set of 2 sticks connected by a long string and an hourglass-shaped thingie. The guy said my throwing n catching as gd(: so fun throwing it so high...can hit pplif wan. sad i didnt manage 2 learn how2throw 2 fren....if not damn fun ler&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i almost hit ttg whenhe walked too close. haiz so fed up with him. why muz he alwaes take ppls pics?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-1592037119733437261?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1592037119733437261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=1592037119733437261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/1592037119733437261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/1592037119733437261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2007/10/saturday-was-first-routine-training-in.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-8884095712845608449</id><published>2007-10-13T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T04:16:38.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today so blur haha&lt;br /&gt;tot dat netball was today n went 2 sch den realised dat it's gonna be on tuesday&lt;br /&gt;i'm so blur rite?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, i'm a VERY blur person(sometimes la), in case u dunno&lt;br /&gt;n i lyk 2 argue too but dats beside de point. haha&lt;br /&gt;lolx. netball ppls jiayou(but i dun think u will be reading dis anyway)&lt;br /&gt;blog another time&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-8884095712845608449?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8884095712845608449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=8884095712845608449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/8884095712845608449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/8884095712845608449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-so-blur-haha-tot-dat-netball-was.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-2396036657971846276</id><published>2007-10-07T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T03:55:45.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HCL tmr. ARGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I H8 CHINESE&lt;br /&gt;no choice.........&lt;br /&gt;i dun think got anythin 2 study. haiz&lt;br /&gt;dear god pls help me pass. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-2396036657971846276?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2396036657971846276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=2396036657971846276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2396036657971846276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2396036657971846276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2007/10/hcl-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-4929872664863570598</id><published>2007-09-29T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T00:24:13.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh, PE lesons are getting dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday i sprained my left ankle (for the first time ever, and hopefully the only time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday yvon sprained her ankle for the dunno-what-th time, and mook got hit on the head while the guys were playing football (jacob hit the ball) and he said he couldnt see outa one of his eyes. ohmigosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha later something stupid happened.  jacob accompanied mook 2 the sick bay/general office, just when it was mr yap's lesson. mr yap wanted 2 use the laptop, so sher min had 2 do the cable stuff instead of mook who usually does it.  later on he wanted 2 pull down the screen but it was looped lyk 2 times round the currently-rolled-up screen, so they wanted 2 ask jacob 2 pull it down since he is the tallest person in our class(duh) but he was with mook downstairs, so christina/'tiny', the next &lt;u&gt;tallest&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;person in our class (lolx) to pull t down n  she had 2 stand on a chair.  Juz when she was walking back 2 her seat jacob came in. n every1 was lyk :'oh fantastic timing jacob...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on at the end of de day wehad 2 free periods cuz yang lao shi was outa de country whatever. anyway, &lt;u&gt;sum1&lt;/u&gt; was gaying ard n  jam caris amanda n me were lyk 'ahem/eewww' n so was jacob ('oi i'm not gay!!!!')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. fridays r dangerous too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-4929872664863570598?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4929872664863570598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=4929872664863570598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/4929872664863570598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/4929872664863570598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2007/09/gosh-pe-lesons-are-getting-dangerous.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-6993596808022482572</id><published>2007-09-21T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T23:14:31.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I sprained my ankle while playing netball. no, in fact, it was after a goal was scored and i was going back to my position and i tripped.  stupid.  what's more, i didn't get ice bcuz ...i dunno. bai chi la. lol. i'm the third person 2 sprain my ankle in class (Yvon, Caris den me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame.  gd thing a certain std2 (i cant menion the name cuz...well i'm not supposed to tell, she says) came along n helped me bandage it if not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. later on my parents scold me lyk hell. got pissed of with me cuz i nvr tell dem. "What if got fractire?! blablabla".  hello, if it was fractured i wont be able 2 walk ler. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta skip pe 4 2 weeks ler.  is dat gd or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go sch on mon!!!!!! no skip sch. humph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-6993596808022482572?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6993596808022482572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=6993596808022482572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6993596808022482572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6993596808022482572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2007/09/yesterday-i-sprained-my-ankle-while.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-5145088023081848020</id><published>2007-09-17T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T23:29:10.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sat. was koto. i think i failed. (if u dunno wad koto is, its some sjab thingie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna transfer 2 1L. the ppl there seem more friendly (to some extent, though its obvious what i'm doing to make my class ppls dislike me).  i cant wait 2 change class in sec3. oh boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lookin 4ward 2 the hols, esp. comp. training n camp (got campfire too, yay).&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me, i was planning 2 write sumthin on our squad blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU 4 EOYs!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-5145088023081848020?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5145088023081848020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=5145088023081848020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5145088023081848020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/5145088023081848020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2007/09/sat.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-7185979650557046320</id><published>2007-08-28T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T08:14:35.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay the whole squad passed bfa according to the std3s(even ys who did 'oral cpr'.er...) But now there's koto (knowledge of the order) test comin up.  Oops Ibetter study I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently yang lao gone nuts or sumthin, hes been scolding us 4 the last 2  days, been a bit er mean?Idunno. Sometimes he's telling a 'story' then when one character scolds another or something he imitates really well then &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; scolds &lt;em&gt;us. &lt;/em&gt;what the.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;maybe he needs a chance to vent the whole year's anger? i dunno.  Terence was right.  He &lt;em&gt;can &lt;/em&gt;scold pretty badly when he's angry. Apparently Jam and some other wanna video him down when he's scolding us. er...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-7185979650557046320?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7185979650557046320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=7185979650557046320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7185979650557046320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/7185979650557046320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2007/08/yay-whole-squad-passed-bfa-according-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-6703394996974611315</id><published>2007-07-30T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T08:07:49.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday was POP. Alot of stuff happened that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda chionged over to school and attempted to dry my wet hair in the train, ended up having it a bit damp but otherwise ok. met kaiseng and daniel on the way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there we found out from a certain senior that the std 1s were in the semicircle area near 4f. Got there and helped Christine polish boots abit (to no avail really, later still as dull as ever till she added her instant wax or something). Then later the some of the 'sgts' ( yiren, manjia n me, I was 'sgt zhi ying') started arguing about something in scene three of our skit that was basically about some stuff in our sj life, namely: first training, flag day, first marching/boots session and SJ day. Result : we only got to do one rehearsal in more than an hour before sgt elizabeth comes along and tells us to fall in soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have first parade then go to LT 2 for some kind of talk by one of the sirs (who throws this dice thing around the room to determinewho answers some qns) then go off to clean our bunks and everyone else's(alot of which have ants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We change to our 'full uni' ,aka. a rojak of boots, black socks, name tag, standardised hairband (girls/nursings), PE attire and sch skirt/shorts. Then go off to the hall to learn the keluar baris drill (we were supposed to learn the sizing drill too but no time) and after about half an hour or so (i think) we have to go for parade rehearsal. There were two rehearsals, some of us did one of the drills that we didn't need to do wrongly and during the second one &lt;em&gt;somebody&lt;/em&gt; fell out cuz they decided to skip lunch or something. (When we showed the keluar baris drill to sir Tien Leng and sgt Yu Jia they were quite impressed, apparently)The real thing was, omg. The song they played while the std4s marched out was so damn sad and their movements (the slow march, which was extra sad) were so coordinated even without timer. Wow. I think alot of ppl cried, especially the emo ppl and definitely the std4s (almost all the std4 squad nursings cried and I think some of the ambulances looked like they were going to too). Some of the sgts got promoed. Among the smc 1 (sgts yu jia, man ching, daphne, ya hui, hua xin, hui wen and zhi ying), sgt daphne became staff daphne and sgts ya hui and zhi ying became ma'ams ya hui and zhi ying. (it's so wierd to call  them that...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had our 8 dollar dinner which was kinda miserable, with very little food (mind you, I'm the kinda person who normally doesn't get hungry very easily). After that was social nite, during which we had lots of weird performances from the std1s to 4s plus from the seniors (jc1). The std1 (ie. us) did some stuff about our sj life(as i mentioned), (i was 'sgt zhi ying') n got lots of reponse, sort of. The std4s went 'ooh' whenever one of the 'sgts' introduced themselves to the 'std1s', especially when yiren said he was sgt man ching. Later the std 2 went 'orh horr' when charlotte ('sgt hui wen') scolded the 'std 1s for not knowing how to fall in properly. Seriously. The std 2s did a dance, the std3s did some powerpoint thing about the angkor watt trip and a dance, the std 4s did 4 dances, something about a guy (sgt wei song) and two girls (sgt ya hui and elvina(is that how you spell it?)), the seniors sang a couple of songs. The std 4's was the nicest, i think. (why we de only squad dat nvr dance....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they were supposed to play this video for the std4s but ther were some problems so we went to our bunks to have some time with our smc1 instructors. We exchanged presents (they loved our bandages!yay!) and made alot of dumb jokes. haha. They gave us some nice stuff, a felt mini-t-shirt, a letter and a box (sort of) of choc cookies. Each letter had different bits written by different sgts(except sgt yu jia, i wonder why....). The box of cookies appeared to be a sucess, since everyone except sgt man ching who was finally tempted by sgt yu jia waving one in his face, after which he decided to snatch one from the box after a slight struggle, during which the std 4s fooled around while the std 1s watched in amusement. There were lots of jokes about how the std 4 were portrayed in our skit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sgt yu jia:i don't run like this, I run like this!!! now everyone knows i run like this! (then the other sgts appluad us on how well we portrayed her)&lt;br /&gt;-sgt zhi ying: why am i so fierce?! ('oh because one training you are fierce, one training you are nice' quoted from yiren)&lt;br /&gt;-sgt hui wen(in response to the above): oh, so you mean i'm always fierce?! humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they started talking about us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sgt yu jia: i think you guys are very cute leh. i mean hor, normally ppl greet automatically, but when you guys greet you lyk got 4 steps: first you gather your whole squad, then you discuss who to greet(um...?!), then you greet, then you praise yourselves, lyk: oh, we greeted, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er...nothing to say. Later on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sgt yu jia: man ching, your turn&lt;br /&gt;sgt man ching: er, nothing much to say leh...&lt;br /&gt;sgt yu jia: ok, i let you say last, but den you must say at least 100 sentences!&lt;br /&gt;sgt man ching:er.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the std 4s continue talking(ignoring sgt mc), then when it's sgt man ching's turn, the video thing suddenly decides to work. The video showed pics of the std 4s life n message from the std 1s and 2s and their seniors. (everyone thought the std4s were so cute when they were in std 1!!) after the video...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone: (sgt) man ching,ur turn now!!!&lt;br /&gt;sgt man ching: er...nothing much to say leh...&lt;br /&gt;sgt yu jia: ok, i help u all translate ah, what he wants to say is that he really really loves you; 100 times! *grins cheekily*&lt;br /&gt;sgt an ching starts talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POP 2007 was funny yet sad...it was the std1's 1st POP(no one in our squad cried la, not emo enough, later go home den wanna cry)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-6703394996974611315?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6703394996974611315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=6703394996974611315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6703394996974611315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6703394996974611315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2007/07/saturday-was-pop.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-3360222661695135267</id><published>2007-07-21T23:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T00:11:22.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BFA was yesterday. It was like freaky.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least CPR was. I forgot to check for breathing, and the examiner asked me if i forgot something, ie. to mention body check and and continuing to monitor vital signs, blablabla, which we have never learnt before. Then after all of that he was like "ok, so do you wanna do it again?" and I was on the verge of dying when I heard that. After that I got so jittery I almost forgot to take my bag until one of the sirs asked "did you forgot your bag?" Man....I hope I passed...&lt;br /&gt;Before that was the bandaging bit, during which I tortured Christine with my extra-tight knee bandage, which was so tight that after I removed it her leg had two red stripes on it. Sorry Christine &gt;.&lt; &lt;em&gt;Before&lt;/em&gt; that we had the theory bit, which basically consisted of 50 true/false questions, whcih were, according to our seniors, mostly true with only about 8 false ones, and they said they were bound to be correct, since they reused the same paper every year. The questions were mostly simple ones, which meant that we had fretted and worried for nothing, really.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. It wasn't too bad. Hopefully we all passed (with the exception of Jia Yan and Zhao Hong who didn't come), because only then can we get promo to private ;p&lt;br /&gt;SJ ROX!!!woots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-3360222661695135267?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3360222661695135267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=3360222661695135267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3360222661695135267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3360222661695135267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2007/07/bfa-was-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-3090779386570215418</id><published>2007-07-06T06:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T07:44:24.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG today's training was totally...memorable.&lt;br /&gt;Just before First Parade, we were all trryting to spam people to make them come for SJ training when sgt Yu Jia was like "shit.  Oops!"*sheepish grin*.  (I remember another incident yesterday during which sgt Yu Jia and sgt Hui Wen were arguing about whether we needed to go for this Sunday's competition. Apparently the older you get, the lamer you get(appiles to secondary school students and people around that age only))&lt;br /&gt;When everyone reached 1L (we were supposed to put our bags there), the npcc people were in it, inclusive of zl, who stuck his tounge out when he passed me. &lt;em&gt;Lame...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenwe were doing marching for footdrill and I kennaed timer. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was U-check after that n I kennaed pumping for not tying my hair properly(it was hanging in wisps after footdrill).&lt;br /&gt;Then we had some FA test that was much simpler than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Then came &lt;em&gt;PT&lt;/em&gt;. Our chance to impress the sgts by showing them the cheers we got from the std 2 blog. Turns out the std 3s led the cheers.(I forgot all their names except cop Audrey) But we managed to lead 2 anyway. One was the surprise cheer. Oh well. I don't think the sgts saw. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;A few, should I say, interesting things happened before/during PT, really. Ironically enough, Xin Yi fell and scraped her knee real badly &lt;em&gt;right after &lt;/em&gt;first aid lesson. Then the sgts decided to ask if we had all worn our standardised socks, and turns out only 4 of us did. So, naturally, they kennaed pumping, and so did those who &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; were standardised socks, because we had to do it as a squad. Not a problem really, but the fact is, the ground had been heated &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;hot by the sun, and it was scorching hot, so as a result, we all got our hands burnt (sort of), and the nursings got our knees burnt too. You could say we all roasted. What's more,we had to stay in that position for about THREE times the amount of time we should have, all because some of us recovered before we were allowed to. Ugh. Then during PT we wasted tiem persuading Yong Sheng to join us. Sian la, sometimes he's very troublesome leh, that Yong Sheng.&lt;br /&gt;Then after the whole thinf they asked us how they were, and zhao hong kept saying the std 3s were better than them and they got so irritated that sgt Hui Wen told him to shut up alot of times(the first time she did sgt Yu Jia gave her a shcked expression) and then sgt Yu Jia said "we shall pretend you're not here".  There were lots of lame jokes too.  Like the lollipop one.  Someone askd Hai Hua(oops did I spell that right) why she wasn't eating her lollipop (the sgts had had given each of us one) and sgt Yu Jia said "oh she probably doesn't want to look like a kid", aupon which sgt Hui Wen retorted &lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; who&lt;/em&gt; are you saying looks like a kid?".  Then later the sgts asked which one of them was the nicest.  Silence.  Then Christine was like "all sergeants are equal but some sergeants are more equal than others".  Nice one, Christine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-3090779386570215418?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3090779386570215418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=3090779386570215418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3090779386570215418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3090779386570215418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2007/07/omg-todays-training-was-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-6571972526899068493</id><published>2007-06-27T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T07:00:12.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SJAB DAY TODAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;my 1st sjab day ever today, in the morning we went for flag raisig but joined our classes instead of the rest of the corps n didn't get to do footdrill.BOO HOO. Then we did the 'we shall not be moved' cheer then went back to class, during which I kinda lost my way on the way to physics lab 1. Then during recess and lunch I conveniently avoided all seniors so that I wouldn't need to greet them (either that or they didn't see me). Mr Yap, who is a sjab teacher, came for geog today, but I didn't manage to greet him, because we're supposed to do the sjab greeting thing only after the whole class greets, and when I was about to greet him he started talking. Oh well. Oh man, I was late for flag lowering(during which our toes roasted in our shiny boots), I actually &lt;em&gt;forgot&lt;/em&gt; about it until the bell rang. Oh no, I sure kena something bad le....oh man. Ended off sjab day with the 'WSNBM'(refer to first bit of post for the meaning of this) cheer and ran back to class along with Jia Min, then ran in and out of class to get my shoes and socks then went to the toilet to change. Then I forgot to remove my nametag until I reached class, and I ran there too, and Yang lao shi was asking me why I was in a hurry....lol.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. today in class, zl was saying "st john cadet run like the wind" or something (probably because I run into class) and Calvin and Enzhi/Calvin and Hobbs kept reapeating the "sjab cadets are kind, caring,..." bit of the st. john day speech.lol. The I managed to open a window calvin couldn't and he said he wanted to quit badminton and join sjab so that he could "learn to carry stretchers and open windows". Hahaha. Great sense of humor you've got, 'Calcin'.&lt;br /&gt;Then he said some stupid comment when I came running into class and yanglaoshi said he was "cute". ugh! Of course he's cute, like a snake, anyway. ez was even worse, but I don't feel like elaborating, I've had enough with those two sitting &lt;em&gt;in front&lt;/em&gt; of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-6571972526899068493?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6571972526899068493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=6571972526899068493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6571972526899068493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/6571972526899068493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2007/06/sjab-day-today-my-1st-sjab-day-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-3703719431240560477</id><published>2007-06-16T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T02:24:20.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yesterday was 6/12 class reunion.  Only a few ppl came:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-Mala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-Clare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-Clar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-Shirlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-Lim (Jing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-Clement (aka. Slime)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-J.Foo(who owes me $2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-Nicholas (nick neo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-Jonathan (aka. Fonathan/Fonny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-Darryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-Edward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;We went to Escape theme park.  Guess who I saw, Kezopians? Sheena!!! Apparently &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; had a class reunion too.  I miraculously managed to keep my shirt quite dry after going on wet and wild twice, and then went to the arcade to watch some ppl play impossible-to-win games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Then off to Pasir Ris park, at which Clar, Mala and Fonny went the wrong direction, and had to go one huge round.  Poor them.  Then we had lots of wierd games, including a modified verson of dodgeball, played in the kiddy maze.  And I gave Fonny a good telling off after he got me real mad at him, and &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; alot of little kiddies invaded the climbing structure, and so someone said 'get off, there are alot of ants here' and I said 'yes, big yellow ants' (they were wearing yellow shirts, from some playschool) and one said 'I'm a yellow ant!' and we all burst into peals of crazy laughter. After that my sandal's rubber base peeled off so I peeled of both and left it like that.  Fortunately I got a ride to Elias Mall from NN andJ.Foo, so I got home pretty fast.  Yay.  Strangely the enough, the taxi was new but one of its doors absolutely refused to open unless it was opened from the outside (and the child lock was off, before you ask).  All in all, it was quite crappy/ nice.  I can't decide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-3703719431240560477?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3703719431240560477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=3703719431240560477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3703719431240560477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/3703719431240560477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2007/06/yesterday-was-612-class-reunion.html' title=''/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-2542854530980331109</id><published>2007-06-11T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T07:01:57.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>church n SF retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've been out of the country/house from the 3rd to um...today afternoon, which explains the big gap between the posts. So I shall attempt to write it all down now. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd to 7th june(church retreat): we go to somewhere called water city resort in melaka, and the place kinda sucks as compared to the other retreat, but who cares. Everyday's breakfast, lunch and dinner consists of mostly the same thing, with a few exeptions. There was one night on which a group of us ate chicken rice balls(no sick jokes here pls guys) because we decided we wanter some variety, and the last day's food was good, because thety wanted everything to look fine and dandy in front of the american boss that was coming that day because of some scandal in which alot of people were turned away because of no space in the hotel, which resulted in that day's breakfast actually having a toaster to toast the bread, and jam to add to the toast. That day I smuggled out 2 slices of bread to feed some cats but it ended up in the fishes because the mother cat (I'll explain later on) didn't like it, and in the end one of my juniors gave it some cake and it went over to the place where its kittens were. The kittens were quite cute, there were 3, here are some shots:&lt;br /&gt;there were 2 striped black and white, and another ginger and white one. At first I didn't really know which was which, but after awhile I figured it out, one of the black and white kittens had a long tail, while the other had a stumpy one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I suppose that was one of the best things about that retreat, since, as everyone should know, I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; cats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Another thing I liked was the fact that I was the photographer for the sunday school/kids aged from p1 to p6 section, which is a two-in-one kind of thing, since the kids &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; kinda cute, and I like photography (partly because being a photographer beats getting your photo taken, and there appears to be some kind of evil satisfaction one gets from sabotaging others by means of camera snapshots). Though most of them (especially the guys) spoiled the whole thing by covering their faces with their files and s&lt;em&gt;ome &lt;/em&gt;people (though most of time it was 'completely unintentional') hit my camera when I was in the, might I say, terribly &lt;em&gt;interesting &lt;/em&gt;position of lying on the ground under a chair with my legs sticking up the door behind me in the fear that I should get squashed/hit unknowingly by someone opening it. The perfectly reasonable cause for this was the fact that I was taking pictures of the 'kids' playing bowling with small balls made of whatever stuff they use to make stress balls, and painted empty kitchen/toilet rolls as pins. &lt;em&gt;Interestingly &lt;/em&gt;enough, the person who hit the camera &lt;em&gt;smack &lt;/em&gt;on the lens was the one who hated me most because of the fact that I was the cameraman/'cameragirl'. Terribly amusing, if I may say so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then again there was the whole 'SF helpers crew' who sabotaged a certain &lt;em&gt;two people &lt;/em&gt;(one of which was the one who hit my poor cam's lens) in a very evil manner. Back to the point. There were 4 of us: me, Ariela, Alice and Josh (the one who started the whole sabotage thing). And we had a terrible habit of doing wierd stuff during the childrens' service. I also deleted the picture the took of me receiving the token of appreciation thing while the teacher's cam was in my hands, between taking pics of the kids getting 'medals' proving the to be 'champions in training' (it was like super lame) purely because I was, and still am, a&lt;em&gt;/the &lt;/em&gt;photographer, and I &lt;em&gt;hate &lt;/em&gt;getting my photo taken. So there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8th to 11th june -SF retreat @changi fairy point 4: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We went to um...the abovementioned spot for the 1st SF(students' fellowship, comprising of those in my church aged 13-18/end-of-ns-age, whatever that is) retreat this year. I shared a dorm with 2 friends and 3 seniors(yes the seniors were my friends too, but friends meaning those my age), meaning there were 6 of us, but ppl kept changing rooms so in the end two of the seniors called Gracia and Joanna and I were the only original occupants of the dorm. Actually, truth be told, we all somehow managed to squeeze onto 3 normal-sized beds, simply by pushing them together with the sides together and having all our legs collect on the middle bed, with 3 heads at each end. However, there was always the potential danger of falling into the hole between the mattresses which had been created by the bed frames. I ended up having a cold on the last day, same as my p5 camp, because I um...froze at night(yes there actually &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; air-conditioning). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then we had this cool video by Daniel (the cameraman and editor) and Randy (the actor). The sound effects were...omg they were crazy, I tell you. When they put it up on youtube I'll put the add up and you can see for yourself. I've got a few more videos , mostly of tricks with the wave hoop and other rubbish. Apparently Norman was trying to show off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the first night, our group A&amp;amp;W (Anything and Whatever, 3 drinks in one!) was having this self-intro session, and I said what I liked was my cca (SJAB, as you all know), and Jonathan Foo the NS medic happily decided that 'the first aid kit was mine'. Seriously. Guess what, SJABers? I've discovered that we've got a JC1 senior who's &lt;em&gt;a lance corporal&lt;/em&gt;. And he thought I was nuts because I referred to the sgts, sir Tien Leng(this one's the carrot guy)and ma'am Constance as I did.('Sir?! Ma'am?! Already?! Normally when I see them I'm like 'Constance! Leng!' and you're calling them that? omg.) Come on, he would do that too if he were in &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;place&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Oh yes, watch out ppl...He says that TTG is a sicko ('look at his photos!(well some anyway)'), and yang lao shi can be really scary ('he's probably nice to you guys cuz you're still sec ones). Oh my, this is gonna be a tough year ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-2542854530980331109?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2542854530980331109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=2542854530980331109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2542854530980331109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/2542854530980331109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2007/06/church-n-sf-retreat.html' title='church n SF retreat'/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749894992908808144.post-9168773655897069738</id><published>2007-05-29T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T07:11:09.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>year'07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This year's been a crazy one, turning 13 (my fave number) and all, oh well. Apparently I've given up blogging for about half a year, so this post is gonna be extra long cuz, as I said, this year's been &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt;, as in &lt;em&gt;really really crazy, &lt;/em&gt;and now I'm attempting to write it all down in one massive post...&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Oh well, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;um3-5 jan: &lt;em&gt;Orientation n stuff&lt;/em&gt;. Haha it was damn fun la ... our 2 sfs, Nicole n Sze Yee were so nice la... we spent the whole time doing a whole load of crap, and something i remember the most was whacko, u know, the get-whacked-with-a-rolled-up-newspaper-if-you-are-too-slow-to-call-out-someone-else's-name game. Then there was the class flag, of which the flag bearer was me! Hahas, it was kinda fun carying it around,but the problem was, &lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;seniors thought i was a sf...hahaha...then there was also the class identity, which was a total flop, because almos everyone forgot to bring it on the concert nite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometime during orientation: &lt;em&gt;cca day&lt;/em&gt;, on which we went around looking at all the different cca exhibitions, I especially remember the uni group ones, which were held at the field. The girl guides had this wrestle-your-opponent-on-a-pair-of-beams-and-try-to-push-them-off thing, and another one with some catapult thingie. the scouts had some archery stuff, the npcc had this thing about wooden guns, and there was this guy showing off with his &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt; skills with blowing out a kerosene lamp, how absolutely&lt;em&gt; fantastic&lt;/em&gt;, I say...Then there was sjab, yay! I loved that one the most, which is particularly because I'm in sjab...hahaha...Anyway, it was there that i met cop. Audrey(oops, did i spell that wrong?) n I also got a nice long ride on a stretcher (during which the seniors fooled around alot until they realised that i wasn't &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; strapped in...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 jan: we go around trying out all the different sports ccas...boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot alot of stuff...if you want you can tag n remind me, because i really forgot what happened in most of term 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl guides n scouts day: our class's 3 girl guides, namely Jam, Cherrise n Weixin wore their pe attire n since it was a thursday, we had cme, so they had 2 salute 2 zheng lao shi...too bad they didnt have their uniforms yet... mostly normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;npcc day: everyone is doing their normal stuff in the morning before flag raising when Zong Long suddenly rushes into class in his full npcc regalia, dumps his bags at his desk and rushes out again ,all in less than 5 seconds. This leaves all the guys and a few other people cheering and everyone else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;looking a bit blur. During pe lesson, he appears in pe attire, but in the end he still ends up in his npcc uni, continuously complaining about how hot he is(he insists that he means in the physical sense), hahaha...then later on he salutes to yang lao shi, who just says nevermind (apparently he left &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; uniform at home...)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 april: sjab recreational day!!we went off to east coast park and did alot of crap, and then our seniors made us sit in the sea(actually it was really nice), which resulted in everyone getting the pockets in their pe shorts &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt; full of sand...And then we decided to bury Daniel in sand because we were &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; desperate to do something wu liao ( as usual, we were feeling sian). And then we decided to bully our group leader and so we (being sjabers, which means we carry people around alot, especially the guys) carried her all the way to the sea, with the group leader (one of the ma'ams)threatening to get us into serious trouble if we dropped her, and then one of the yr 5 sirs (the one who was the carrot on the everyone-eat-an-apple-now day, sir Tien Leng)came along, and when he found out what we were doing, he actually&lt;em&gt; cheered&lt;/em&gt; us along! I seriously do &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;believe how crazy we people can get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;level camp (somewhere in may): it lasted for 4 days n 3 nites, I think, fusion nite was the most fun event among all that was planned for us, I liked the skit best, the bit about "fight, fight, fight!''.haha. Actaully I loved truth-or-dare/dare-or-dare best. I only kennaed twice. For one i was supposed to do 20 pumpings in one min, but I didn't manage because everyone started arguing about how I was supposed to do it, and in the end I still owe a forfeit, which i haven't done...Then there was one which I was supposed to tell a guy something really dumb, and then I lagged, then it was dinner time, and Weixin(the one who dared me) said I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; should tell zl that because I was sitting across him so it was destined...wth....another thing i remember was that everytime we had free time in class, zl, the &lt;em&gt;lance corporal&lt;/em&gt;, was continually giving footdrill commands(which I sometimes did cuz of this extreme boredom/sianness that I was facing at that point of time), ugh!!! &lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt; there was another time when Jacob was dared to go around the class and say "i'm a baby bumble bee!!!" for 1 minute, which he &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;did. He looked damn ridiculous, and then Huang lao shi (a yr 5 cher) looked at us and probably told herself that we were absolutely crazy(which ,in my opinion, we &lt;em&gt;are)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;19th may: SJAB intra-corps first aid and home nursing competition(std 2s and 3s), in other words, a first aid n stuff competition among the different houses in dhsjab(there are 6, starting with the letters D,H,S,J,A and B, yeah?) There are 3 different sections: first aid(for both ambulances(guys) and nursings (gals)), home nursing(nursings/gals only) and TOC(transportation of casualty, ambulances/guys only). I was in first aid case 2, which means there were 2 of us (Yu Feng and me)were supposed to be in a case scenario in which someone (Man Jia(oops did I spell that wrong?) the passerby who left halfway through the day)knocks me down in basketball game resulting in them (she and Yu Feng)getting in an argument,and then she gets an asthma attack and I (because I fell down) get a broken left tibia(in other words, the front bone on the calf(bottom half of the leg),front bone since that bit of your leg consists of two bones, the tibia(front) and the fibula(at the back, as, who cares? I don't think &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; will(even/unless you are in sjab),abrasions on both knees(ie. I supposedly scraped both knees, so the got pretty bloody/chocolatey, (chocolatey mouth because the blood was actually chocolate, which,truth be told, tasted kinda nice)) and a knocked out tooth(which resulted in me having an extremely bloody/chocolatey mouth, the knocked out tooth actually being a bit of paper,which one of my seniors accidentally unfolded when she wasn't supposed to.) Oh yes, and then Man Jia decided to give herself the name of Tan Ah Beng, which resulted in loads of sniggers from the seniors tending to us(and also us, ie. Yu Feng and I),which we all attempted to control, but with not much success. There were loads of wierd mistakes which I shall not bother to write because there are simply too many and I'll probably bore you to death if I wrote them here anyway because most of the people reading this probably aren't in sjab and even if you are, I seriously suspect that you don't particularly care... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;21st May: The day on which our std 4 seniors gathered us to make us practice CPR after school, which resulted in all of us getting aching arms after about one hour of it, and th day on which I went to school with red knees because of saturday's competition (remember the abrasions I got on my knees? My yr 5 senior used red ink on them), which came off after CPR practice because of the massive amount of perspiration I got because of the weather (and the vigorous pumping we had to do during CPR practice, which you won't understand till you've tried it yourself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;May 23rd (I think): The third day of the healthy living week (or something of the sort anyway), and also the everyone-eat-an-apple-now day on which two of the sirs (I don't know one, but the other was sir Tien Leng(remember?)) dressed up as carrot and apple mascots(and then all my squadmates were going "'omg those are the sirs!!" ), and &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; the apple guy toppled over and the carrot guy, after many attempts, finally managed to get him up on his feet, upon which we noticed that he had an apple in his mouth (the apple guy, that is( lol, an apple eating an apple?! This is getting &lt;em&gt;seriously &lt;/em&gt;dumb.)) Then some people decided that the apple tasted disgusting so they threw it away after eating &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; bite.&lt;br /&gt;That day was also the LA debate day, which was like, how should I put it? Um, &lt;em&gt;eventful&lt;/em&gt;. For one, Sylvia started when she actually shouldn't have, and she wouldn't stop until a few of the girls held her mouth shut (pity I haven't got a pic of it). Our team consisted of Caris, Amanda, Weixin, Darryl, Mook, ZL n me. The &lt;em&gt;official &lt;/em&gt;debators were actually the last two people in that list (ie. zl n me) but then mook decided that he wanted to debate, so in the end I had to hiss "shut up" at him a few times (yes, I know that's mean, but he'd &lt;em&gt;promised&lt;/em&gt; to let me, lol, I'm&lt;em&gt; so&lt;/em&gt; selfish sometimes). Then I got pretty fed up cuz &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people interrupted when our team was debating even though they were supposed to have shut up, and zl talked too damn slowly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;May 24th: miss yap's last LA lesson, which we used for a farewell (potluck) party for her which, according to her, increased the size of Sugarcandy Mountain threefold, and was kinda unhealthy as compared to 2k's(it &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;healthy living week...)), and so she borrowed one of mrs tan's periods to make up for it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25th May: last day of school, I polish my boots till 11pm the nght before and lug them all the way to school, only to find out I didn't need them. Then we got the walkathon cards, which we are supposed to use for collecting donations, for the std 1s'(ie.us) uniforms, and so on. Oh crap... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yes, and we were also doing spring cleaning that day, which involved me ferrying buckets of water back and forth about 5 times(once with the help of a certain kind soul), resulting in me getting seriously exhausted (yes, the distance was short, but I lugged&lt;em&gt; a few &lt;/em&gt;buckets of water, not one, a few being alot when it comes to these kinds of things) and also getting my knees kinda black/dusty/chalky from wiping/scrubbing the floor (once again with the help of the same kind soul)because it was severly dusty/chalky with the chalky stuff on all the classroom floors that get your clothes white when you sit on it and also the recently added whitish plaster-powder from the archeological kit, half of it caused by Mook's consistent/stubborn grinding of chipped off plaster pieces into plaster-powder both of which refuse to come off the floor unless you scrub it (with water).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That day we also had this mini b'day celebration for all those born in sem. 1, cakes (all 3 of them) paid for by good ol' (well not &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; old)mrs Tan. Thanks a million mrs Tan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;26th May: my very sucky birthday (actually it's the same as Linette's, happy belated b'day Linette!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Currently, life in dhs is kinda crazy,with all the different ppl. Ppl like zinc, who's always there to help me n lend me stuff, there's teri, nicole n shu jun, the 3 ppl sitting round me who are forever spicing up the day with their wierd ways, there's zl, who's forever doing weird n disgusting stuff, but also with his musn't-leave-squadmates-behind thing(lol), there's mook (n clar from 1l too) with the crazy manga, all of these ppl n all the others in 1k never fail to brighten up my day (with the exception of ppl like en zhi the irritator at times i guess). Then there are all my SJAB squadmates n seniors too!&lt;br /&gt;THANKS SO MUCH PPL, U TOTALLY ROCK MY WORLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4749894992908808144-9168773655897069738?l=tabackspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/feeds/9168773655897069738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749894992908808144&amp;postID=9168773655897069738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/9168773655897069738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749894992908808144/posts/default/9168773655897069738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabackspace.blogspot.com/2007/05/yr2007-sem-1.html' title='year&apos;07'/><author><name>tabbs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
