<?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-4892230547302810031</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:34:43.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-4020652977431317335</id><published>2010-04-02T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T05:56:19.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was, AWESOME to the maximom! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;met up with Fadhli and Filzah around 12.&lt;br /&gt;reached Pasir Ris Park, and saw the rest.&lt;br /&gt;i like stationed myself on the mat.&lt;br /&gt;freaking hot, didn't feel like moving, yet.&lt;br /&gt;took like a lot of pictures with michelle&lt;3, and asri(?).&lt;br /&gt;then had lunch. felt so guilty, didn't bring anything.&lt;br /&gt;even the "twister" which i promised them. ):&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after lunch, went to the "stones"&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what you call that, the long thingy near the sea.&lt;br /&gt;then went to the sandy part there.&lt;br /&gt;got my leg wet, then took more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;haha, borrowed sean's camera to take manymany.&lt;br /&gt;heeeeeeeeeee, thanks! :D&lt;br /&gt;then lukman arrived with the FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;he wanted to fly the kite, so i like helped throw it.&lt;br /&gt;i WASN'T THAT much of a help though.&lt;br /&gt;pulled the stick between the both ends of the kite.&lt;br /&gt;and i ran like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;haha, and the thing BROKE!&lt;br /&gt;i was like, "AHHHHHHHH, SHIT!"&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! funniest moment. sorry filzah!&lt;br /&gt;PAO captured the part where i was running,&lt;br /&gt;lucky not video, otherwise i'll be like begging sean not to post it.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, kay. then we played frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;filzah and i got to chose the players for our teams.&lt;br /&gt;mine was, RYAN, PAO, WEICHANG, and LUKMAN.&lt;br /&gt;filzah's was, MICHELLE, ASRI, FADHLI, and, SEAN.&lt;br /&gt;and guess which team won?&lt;br /&gt;i think no need to guess alr lah huh?&lt;br /&gt;obvious ! HAHAHAHA. i'm getting EGOISTIC alr!&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE IT'S OUR TEAM!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. KAY. stop it, chermaine!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! 15-4! :P&lt;br /&gt;and then, lukman tore his pants. in the middle i think.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAS, after awhile, break.&lt;br /&gt;then went back to the mat.&lt;br /&gt;helped to clear up the whole thing, and KHAI was peacefully sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;after that DANISH played "HARUHARU" on the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;YEAHMAN! and khai woke up.&lt;br /&gt;he sat in with us, and told us the story about his book.&lt;br /&gt;like previews. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;interesting. ASRI was sitting down and flying the KITE. -.-&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, some like got restless,&lt;br /&gt;so RYAN, PAO, ASRI, WEICHANG and I&lt;br /&gt;go fly the kite. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;trying to fly higher than one another.&lt;br /&gt;i got tired, so went back. but played "football" with&lt;br /&gt;FADHLI, LUKMAN, and, WEICHANG.&lt;br /&gt;FUNFUNFUN! hahaa. after that headed home.&lt;br /&gt;the walk home was SCARY man!&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't have walked the shortcut.&lt;br /&gt;reached home and took a shower immediately,&lt;br /&gt;and realised i got sunburnt. BADLY!&lt;br /&gt;hahaa, but it was, definitely WORTH IT.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS SEC 3S FOR HAVING THIS PICNIC,&lt;br /&gt;BEST THERE EVER WAS.&lt;br /&gt;GREATEST TIME I HAD IN YEARS. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-4020652977431317335?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4020652977431317335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=4020652977431317335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4020652977431317335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4020652977431317335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2010/04/heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-d-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-6566032918103059208</id><published>2010-03-03T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T05:31:25.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! hello!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;freaky teletubbies are still in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay know what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;filzah, melissa, melrose, olivia and i were slacking at SSP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we started talk about childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then melrose brought up barbie dolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we were thinking zombie dolls or dolls which walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then thought of teletubbies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said to be like haunted or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*especially PO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, i sumpah i was like, freaked out alr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talked about incredible tales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then suddenly everyone was quiet, thinking of what to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone texted me. "TING!TING!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goes filzah and then everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my whole body was shaking cause everyone was shouting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except me. i thought there was something behind me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the sound was super freaky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but cause i was used to it, so i didn't think of anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but after that sound, 1 second of silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there goes my eardrums! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were all damn freaked out to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still had to. haha. kay bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-6566032918103059208?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6566032918103059208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=6566032918103059208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/6566032918103059208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/6566032918103059208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-hello-freaky-teletubbies-are-still.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-5740767456588958318</id><published>2010-03-02T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T05:50:29.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey peep!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know those typical tuesdays where the weather is super hot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's today. (: what's the word? BLAZING HOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay actually i'm exaggerating. it's not that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AS USUAL, slept during chinese class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least it helps keep me awake for other classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had retest for POA, which was, more or less the same as the previous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;camp briefing. still thinking whether to stay overnight or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom's just too busy to see mr han. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's probably not up to me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think the school is doing this on purpose, i really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sec 1, camp. sec 2, camp. sec 3, e-learning, NOT! camp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SCREW! it's on purpose! now i'm sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyhow, went for band practice after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorted out scores in the files. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;especially mine. one pocket can be stuffed with idontknow how many scores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not to mention there's 20 pockets in my file?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally, felt NOT SO LAZY, to pack my file.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scores were everywhere, felt super short-tempered,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause my scores were like spread all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first page can be here, and the second would be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but finished it anyway, with the help of weichang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as much as i don't want to, THANKS anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay so, practiced for encore 2010 which, is what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next saturday, if anyone haven't realised?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, yeah. where's that sense of urgency we used to have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forget it. shall end here. BYEBYE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-5740767456588958318?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5740767456588958318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=5740767456588958318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/5740767456588958318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/5740767456588958318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-peep-you-know-those-typical.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-3389200132701958708</id><published>2010-02-25T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T04:48:01.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally blogging! thankyouthankyou.(:&lt;br /&gt;heh, kay so today was average.&lt;br /&gt;you know, just the usual day.&lt;br /&gt;where after school you hang out with peeps.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, today my objective is:&lt;br /&gt;RANTRANTRANTRANTRANT.&lt;br /&gt;that's what blogs are for, right?&lt;br /&gt;at least that's what i think they are for.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, anyway, this person.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, suddenly decided not to say.&lt;br /&gt;shall save it for next time when i'm really pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;so actually, i signed in to say this.&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-3389200132701958708?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3389200132701958708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=3389200132701958708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/3389200132701958708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/3389200132701958708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-7132788373702345926</id><published>2010-02-12T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T05:53:39.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ehyo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, today was FUNFUNFUN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i fell asleep during assembly uh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then had physics in the lab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;played with the vernier calliper thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the micrometer screw gauge(MSG)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, it was damn boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and had MT. slept all the wayyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no homework anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;math was the ownage ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;freeeeeeeeee period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but because of I-DON'T KNOW WHO!,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my _____________________.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh. kay so, CNY concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was pespiring and my leg was NUMB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as in, numb, till can't MOVE AT ALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that met band peeps and canteen then LAOYUSHENG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, it was fun. but i didn't eat it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only the crackerssssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;own ah. then go playground with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OLLY, MELROSE AND FILZAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talktalktalk, gossipgossipgossip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laughed our asses out. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and olly's hair after i messed it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should have took a picture and posted it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohman, why didn't i? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so bottomline:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was FUNFUNFUN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You think, but are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-7132788373702345926?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7132788373702345926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=7132788373702345926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7132788373702345926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7132788373702345926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2010/02/ehyo.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-4292582481009107012</id><published>2010-02-08T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T04:54:25.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i actually laughed until the bubbletea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came out from my NOSE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;filzah just said "Got butt then i smack"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i laughed till like no tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mygosh! and i freaking smelt green apple for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the whole time i was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until i finally took a BATH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha, the smell is GONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll never forget that feeling man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AWFUUUUUUUUUL. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-4292582481009107012?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4292582481009107012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=4292582481009107012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4292582481009107012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4292582481009107012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-day.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-8624461950912482994</id><published>2010-02-05T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T05:12:09.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KPOP = Group. (Olly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kays, so had band after school today.&lt;br /&gt;played concerto d'amore.&lt;br /&gt;practice as i go along, finally got it right.&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to central.&lt;br /&gt;FRIES/BUBBLETEA&lt;br /&gt;haha, olly thought KPOP was a band.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha, NOOB.(:&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, so then we gossiped about mdm you-know-who.&lt;br /&gt;freaking funny man.&lt;br /&gt;filzah did the dance then march.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. couldn't stop laughing at all.&lt;br /&gt;today was funfunfun!(:&lt;br /&gt;haha, kay. BYE(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-8624461950912482994?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8624461950912482994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=8624461950912482994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8624461950912482994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8624461950912482994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2010/02/kpop-group.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-6318340115961445252</id><published>2010-01-31T06:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T06:48:46.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back(:</title><content type='html'>the whole blogskin's really screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;cuz of the mixpod thingy down there.&lt;br /&gt;haha, but heck, just leave it.&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to change it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-6318340115961445252?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6318340115961445252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=6318340115961445252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/6318340115961445252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/6318340115961445252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2010/01/back.html' title='back(:'/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-8483666188992996619</id><published>2010-01-24T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T06:43:58.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;HAIS&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lazy bum just don't want to update.&lt;br /&gt;So i'm here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;MICHELLE LI&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huahuahua.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;She went to a class,&lt;br /&gt;3e4,&lt;br /&gt;and her POA book is heavy. (craps :x).&lt;br /&gt;So did you found your POA book?&lt;br /&gt;She has been slacking everyday,&lt;br /&gt;BAD GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she always make me AHEM uneven,&lt;br /&gt;lesbo you should know lah :D&lt;br /&gt;Nono,&lt;br /&gt;Bird (by filzah)&lt;br /&gt;Lesbo ( By me )&lt;br /&gt;Bird lesbo.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmms.&lt;br /&gt;Her life is full of laughters,&lt;br /&gt;cos got me :D&lt;br /&gt;Kay,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU (kena forced).&lt;br /&gt;People tag her blogg,&lt;br /&gt;later she cry )):!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realise the way i blog,&lt;br /&gt;is totally different from hers :x&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/4892230547302810031-8483666188992996619?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8483666188992996619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=8483666188992996619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8483666188992996619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8483666188992996619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2010/01/hais-some-lazy-bum-just-dont-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-6168649689234581320</id><published>2009-12-08T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T06:47:05.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Primary kids. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tutored the LoyangPrimaryFluteSection for awhile this morning.&lt;br /&gt;cuz DOROTHY was off repairing her shoes.&lt;br /&gt;freaking tired, ran here and there.&lt;br /&gt;run down get tuner, run up drink water. haha.&lt;br /&gt;run down again return tuner.&lt;br /&gt;run up and practice.&lt;br /&gt;run down again to get TOILETPAPER for the juniors.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, ran till can go mad already.&lt;br /&gt;then switched to tutoring casurina primary.&lt;br /&gt;after that, combined practice in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;actually flute part more exciting than piccolo's.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. hahaa, packed up and everything.&lt;br /&gt;went to buy bubbletea with the usual peeps.&lt;br /&gt;and, went home with michelle and danish.&lt;br /&gt;bye(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-6168649689234581320?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6168649689234581320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=6168649689234581320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/6168649689234581320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/6168649689234581320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/12/primary-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-2283216513721898721</id><published>2009-12-04T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T05:14:31.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self practice! coolest.&lt;br /&gt;and i actually thought we were ordering macs.&lt;br /&gt;then in the end, go out eat. ):&lt;br /&gt;so walked home with lukman instead.&lt;br /&gt;eat at coffee express. CHEAPER!&lt;br /&gt;hahaa, kays, anyways,&lt;br /&gt;still can't make up my mind for the solo.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, all like difficult.&lt;br /&gt;and band camp's like...okay, lazy count.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it's on the 9th.&lt;br /&gt;haven't pack, cuz not packing list.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm bound to screw up.&lt;br /&gt;like forgetting something really important.&lt;br /&gt;not settled on a solo.&lt;br /&gt;shucks man. gotta start packing first.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. byebye! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-2283216513721898721?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2283216513721898721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=2283216513721898721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2283216513721898721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2283216513721898721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-yo-self-practice-coolest.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-7628620590164361841</id><published>2009-11-25T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:04:27.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO PEEPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 10.30, which originally was supposed to be the time we meet.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. but I showered and all, kept lukman waiting. SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;bus-ed to whitesands then trained to somerset.&lt;br /&gt;damn tired during the ride, almost fell asleeeeeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha, but, i didn't. reached around 12 or something.&lt;br /&gt;and went to find michelle at her shop. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;the place really was small.&lt;br /&gt;but still fun. had a great time today.&lt;br /&gt;but too bad, no customers.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. SADDED.&lt;br /&gt;kays, so i left the place and zhao-ed with lukman.&lt;br /&gt;reached home at around 5, fortunately.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa, tired from walking. which wasn't that much. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;byebye! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-7628620590164361841?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7628620590164361841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=7628620590164361841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7628620590164361841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7628620590164361841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/11/yo-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-7574654893596245584</id><published>2009-11-24T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T05:08:15.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fun. went to "play" basketball with,&lt;br /&gt;weixian, michelle, ryankuek, sean, david, weixian's cousin, ivan, and ryan.&lt;br /&gt;actually, michelle and i didn't really play uh.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. sat down and talktalk. hahaha. we had our own share of fun though.&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha. went home and saw my brother playing outside.&lt;br /&gt;so played awhile. i started to get bored after reaching home man.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. yay! lukman's online.&lt;br /&gt;shall go disturb him la. hahaha. BYEBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-7574654893596245584?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7574654893596245584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=7574654893596245584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7574654893596245584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7574654893596245584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-today-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-8692035368847732879</id><published>2009-11-23T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T07:48:37.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyho!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to post. changed to a new, and nicer blogskin. haha. to me, that is.&lt;br /&gt;thanks michelle, btw, for the cbox and stuffs. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;now you got 7 accounts. thank me! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;getting her to flood it now, since it's so empty. looks wierd.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for tomorrow since we're going out.&lt;br /&gt;and it's a damn cool place. CC! haha. kay, lame.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm qualified to drink black coffee with vinegar and bittergourd alr.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but i'm serious. kay.&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-8692035368847732879?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8692035368847732879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=8692035368847732879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8692035368847732879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8692035368847732879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/11/heyho-back-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-2867176757274898674</id><published>2009-11-22T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T05:37:37.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYHEYHEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, exactly how long since i've last blogged? EXCLUDING Michelle's post.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Decided to post, because, I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, many things have happened since holidays started.&lt;br /&gt;Some of which, I'm aware of. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiastic about band, till I realised I haven't been attending service on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;Feel guilty about it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;But I do not have any plans to return any time now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why though.&lt;br /&gt;No band until next saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Which is the open house performance I guess?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, holidays are boring.&lt;br /&gt;Wait till I go on my KL trip.&lt;br /&gt;OH ANDAND, LUKMAN!!!!! faster come back!&lt;br /&gt;I doubt he'll see this. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Kays, bye. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are somethings which I know I want, and somethings which I do not.&lt;br /&gt;Well, if it's my decision to make, I know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;But now it's on you. And apparently, you don't seem to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-2867176757274898674?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2867176757274898674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=2867176757274898674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2867176757274898674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2867176757274898674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/11/heyheyhey-wow-exactly-how-long-since.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-1560361213504215091</id><published>2009-11-04T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T03:29:52.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi peeps,&lt;br /&gt;A kind soul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;MICHELLE LI&lt;/big&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;is here to help SHA-MAINE to blog.&lt;br /&gt;She tell me not to write rubbish,&lt;br /&gt;but i confirm will write,&lt;br /&gt;too bad,&lt;br /&gt;chermaine you trust the wrong person ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what, her life has been wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;because she almost see me everyday,&lt;br /&gt;awwww.&lt;br /&gt;Ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;she said tml she want to accompany me go see doctor,&lt;br /&gt;siah lahh,&lt;br /&gt;my FOC maid :D&lt;br /&gt;" come Maria come ! "&lt;br /&gt;Lame &gt;&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;She lazy bum, dont want to blog ._.&lt;br /&gt; then i have to blog for her,&lt;br /&gt; hais, poor me. :D&lt;br /&gt;RUBBISH, RUBBISH, RUBBISH, RUBBISH, RUBBISH.&lt;br /&gt; Lion roar roar roar.&lt;br /&gt;Someone tag her blog lah,&lt;br /&gt;later she cry ):&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/4892230547302810031-1560361213504215091?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/1560361213504215091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=1560361213504215091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/1560361213504215091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/1560361213504215091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-peeps-kind-soul-michelle-li.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-6440512870333211781</id><published>2009-09-25T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T08:06:18.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaking tired.&lt;br /&gt;ran so much just now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;thanks MICHELLE for messing my hair up,&lt;br /&gt;and tying it back.&lt;br /&gt;haha, like major hairdo session?&lt;br /&gt;okay, quite dumb actually.&lt;br /&gt;freaking turned off cos of tml's tuition.&lt;br /&gt;won't be able to make it for fadhli's open house.&lt;br /&gt;ohman.&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of better results.&lt;br /&gt;better pray hard i'll do well man. :D&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-6440512870333211781?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6440512870333211781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=6440512870333211781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/6440512870333211781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/6440512870333211781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/09/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-4554222082242608308</id><published>2009-09-22T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T02:51:11.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a different type of sick.&lt;br /&gt;haha. shall not elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was fun, but boring too.&lt;br /&gt;the fun part was truth or dare/doubledare.&lt;br /&gt;the boring part was, well, lessons.&lt;br /&gt;haha, i don't like science.&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow! after school, had to report to _____.&lt;br /&gt;latecomer! waited till 3plus!&lt;br /&gt;after that, walked to central with;&lt;br /&gt;FILZAH, LUKMAN, SEAN, WX, JANINE, OLIVIA&amp;amp;&amp;amp;MELROSE.&lt;br /&gt;then walked home with Janine, and Weixian.&lt;br /&gt;my day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-4554222082242608308?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4554222082242608308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=4554222082242608308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4554222082242608308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4554222082242608308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/09/sick.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-2630241633678336649</id><published>2009-09-19T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T06:53:18.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boring saturday yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho, missed tuition cos i woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;so stayed at home and slacked.&lt;br /&gt;but i did my homework! haha.&lt;br /&gt;and played maple till i was driven to extreme boredom.&lt;br /&gt;rushed the designs for tickets.&lt;br /&gt;still rushing.&lt;br /&gt;and chatting to PERVERTIC michelle and sean.&lt;br /&gt;HOHO, bye! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-2630241633678336649?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2630241633678336649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=2630241633678336649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2630241633678336649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2630241633678336649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/09/boring-saturday-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-3472521923854302932</id><published>2009-09-18T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T08:14:59.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BANDBANDBANDBANDBAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAND was great. just great. haha.&lt;br /&gt;played hands across the sea and sgt. peppers lonely hearts club.&lt;br /&gt;hoho, nice. but actually quite boring.&lt;br /&gt;and LUKMAN! go say i short.&lt;br /&gt;serves him right, score got cut off! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after band, bought fries and homed with michelle and melissa.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's gonna be tuition again.&lt;br /&gt;boring... BYE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-3472521923854302932?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3472521923854302932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=3472521923854302932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/3472521923854302932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/3472521923854302932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/09/bandbandbandbandband-band-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-7684444621087810486</id><published>2009-09-16T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T06:12:31.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SPANISH OVERTURE IS BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super true man!&lt;br /&gt;band today was boring.&lt;br /&gt;haha, school was okay though.&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep during ART!&lt;br /&gt;haha, and i was sitting infront somemore.&lt;br /&gt;freaking boring lo.&lt;br /&gt;so after school walked home with lukman take survey form.&lt;br /&gt;but forgot to hand in. haha.&lt;br /&gt;scolded by mr DE! for strolling in.&lt;br /&gt;TIRED ma, walk lo. ):&lt;br /&gt;haha, okay, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;should i wait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-7684444621087810486?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7684444621087810486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=7684444621087810486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7684444621087810486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7684444621087810486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/09/spanish-overture-is-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-6422273313502246193</id><published>2009-09-15T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T05:32:48.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my arms hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i'm actually starting to blog on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;haha, okay so after school met the band people.&lt;br /&gt;they wanted to study. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and at whitesands. so i didn't go.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not sure if they did really go there.&lt;br /&gt;haha, anyway my arms hurt alot.&lt;br /&gt;and i carry my bag only on my right shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;suckish man. bye(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what should the first step be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-6422273313502246193?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6422273313502246193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=6422273313502246193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/6422273313502246193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/6422273313502246193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-arms-hurt-im-glad-im-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-2357116515112006234</id><published>2009-09-14T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:17:51.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I succumbed to temptation. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all because of AHEMAHEM!*&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway, first day of school wasn't that bad actually.&lt;br /&gt;cos I saw AHEMAHEM!*&lt;br /&gt;freaking happy.&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not sure if it's serious now, cos JANINEONG knows how I am.&lt;br /&gt;well, I don't mean to always do that but, can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;haha, it's not my fault lo JANINEONG!&lt;br /&gt;okay, as I said, school wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;but music was, suckish.&lt;br /&gt;I BROKE THE DEAL. BUT I PLAYED POTO!&lt;br /&gt;haha, okayokay. stop it CHERMAINE!&lt;br /&gt;that's lame. bye! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-2357116515112006234?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2357116515112006234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=2357116515112006234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2357116515112006234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2357116515112006234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-succumbed-to-temptation.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-3741235331066178515</id><published>2009-09-11T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T03:48:49.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I studied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are many things to be said, yet done, it'll be this.&lt;br /&gt;If there are people who will say, yet don't mean it, it'll be him.&lt;br /&gt;If there ever are things to be forgotten, yet impossible, it'll be all the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling's weird, and I believe it's not mutual.&lt;br /&gt;But since already happened, let it pass.&lt;br /&gt;It's never gonna go away, so forget it.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll just see, how long this'll last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-3741235331066178515?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3741235331066178515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=3741235331066178515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/3741235331066178515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/3741235331066178515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-studied-if-there-are-many-things-to.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-7150341167947021585</id><published>2009-09-03T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T06:19:19.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>poured out, better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accidents are accidents, no way to prevent it.&lt;br /&gt;no one's at fault.&lt;br /&gt;so there's no need to think so much MELISSA HO.&lt;br /&gt;i've a bad feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nobody wins when everyone's losing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-7150341167947021585?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7150341167947021585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=7150341167947021585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7150341167947021585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7150341167947021585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/09/poured-out-better.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-4700923793325173375</id><published>2009-08-30T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T05:51:47.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>leave whatever's behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't count the days I've not been posting.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, common test.&lt;br /&gt;this week shall be a new start.&lt;br /&gt;towards everyone, myself.&lt;br /&gt;now, to focus on staying in express, nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;trust in Him, and believe that I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;just like today's post, leave it.&lt;br /&gt;don't dwell. move on.&lt;br /&gt;that's what I'm gonna do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-4700923793325173375?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4700923793325173375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=4700923793325173375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4700923793325173375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4700923793325173375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/08/leave-whatevers-behind.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-4274115570292764443</id><published>2009-08-06T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T01:55:19.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>meeting? service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy I really have no idea on what to post after not blogging for so long.&lt;br /&gt;soooooooooooooo bye! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, the world is just like that. things just go the way it is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;accept it, cuz we can't really do anything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;other than &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-4274115570292764443?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4274115570292764443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=4274115570292764443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4274115570292764443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4274115570292764443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/08/meeting-service-okayyy-i-really-have-no.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-5845329087539397039</id><published>2009-08-03T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:53:10.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>20 years of growth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday made me hungry for the next service, the next, and the nextnext.&lt;br /&gt;city harvest celebrated it's 20th anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;coolness. haha, it was tiring though.&lt;br /&gt;having to wake up at 6.00.&lt;br /&gt;and reach kallang by 7.15.&lt;br /&gt;late in the end, wonder why. (ahem)&lt;br /&gt;so had to queue, for freaking long.&lt;br /&gt;the line was moving fast though.&lt;br /&gt;finally got in around 8 or 9, forgot.&lt;br /&gt;started service. yay!&lt;br /&gt;haha, enjoyed every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;but was really tired, and had something on so didn't stay for second service.&lt;br /&gt;failed to watch dorothy perform too. SORRY! (:&lt;br /&gt;okayyy, enough of all these. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-5845329087539397039?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5845329087539397039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=5845329087539397039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/5845329087539397039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/5845329087539397039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/08/20-years-of-growth-yesterday-made-me.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-7410586913716937979</id><published>2009-07-29T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T04:26:32.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>outsiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime you feel left out, what's the one thing you would like to do most?&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea at all. but things always go the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;that's just how typical the world is.&lt;br /&gt;well, I would say, that if that certain some one knows his/her friend is talking about him/her,&lt;br /&gt;or at least they think they are, they prefer to keep it to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;cuz they're afraid of losing the friend.&lt;br /&gt;but it definitely sets them thinking.&lt;br /&gt;thoughts start crowding up their mind.&lt;br /&gt;of course, they could go all out and expose them, breaking friendships and all.&lt;br /&gt;but no doubt, he/she'll be a loner, condemned by everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;emo everyday, sitting by the corner reading some freaking effed up book.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone starts staring at him/her, with such disgusted faces.&lt;br /&gt;forgotten by the crowd, left alone.&lt;br /&gt;maybe for the whole semester, or sec school life.&lt;br /&gt;there's no telling.&lt;br /&gt;well, this is just an analogy of course.&lt;br /&gt;just wanting to let everyone know.&lt;br /&gt;cuz it's been bothering me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-7410586913716937979?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7410586913716937979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=7410586913716937979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7410586913716937979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7410586913716937979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/07/outsiders.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-7507313220625168578</id><published>2009-07-28T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T06:12:16.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>secrets will be secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. I need someone to talk to, give me some valuable advice so I won't spend&lt;br /&gt;so much time thinking stuff not worth thinking everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same script, different cast! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need someone to confide in! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sadly, no one really understands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-7507313220625168578?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7507313220625168578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=7507313220625168578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7507313220625168578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7507313220625168578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/07/secrets-will-be-secrets.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-7567867473717643831</id><published>2009-07-27T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T04:20:27.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you complicate matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, back to school. screwed everything up.&lt;br /&gt;today was somewhat an eye-opener for me.&lt;br /&gt;haha, saw how people can make a mountain out of a molehill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's weird how a trivial matter, can get so damn big,&lt;br /&gt;where everyone comes into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;of course, I don't really have anything to say if it happens in this school.&lt;br /&gt;appearances can be deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;trusting the wrong person can get you where you never thought you would be.&lt;br /&gt;but more often than not, being with the right friends always hinges on your decision.&lt;br /&gt;Bye! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it's hard to differentiate such complicated things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you make it hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but looking back and asking myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;why am I thinking so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;however, there's this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;pulling me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and I get the temptation to follow it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;although telling myself not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it's hard. when will it go away? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-7567867473717643831?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7567867473717643831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=7567867473717643831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7567867473717643831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7567867473717643831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-complicate-matters.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-613325093397821790</id><published>2009-07-23T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T05:24:37.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>obsessed with THAT book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought I'd just blog for the sake of it.&lt;br /&gt;currently super obsessed over some book which is the sequel to the "love me, love me not."&lt;br /&gt;this one's "sweet and vicious".&lt;br /&gt;freaking nice. haha.&lt;br /&gt;okayyy, so about today, won't go into details about school&lt;br /&gt;cuz it's obvious. BORING.&lt;br /&gt;instead, should be talking about after school.&lt;br /&gt;went to the music room cuz mr li opened it.&lt;br /&gt;practiced for awhile and headed for late lunch with mr li and 2 more.&lt;br /&gt;ahwell, chatted here and there about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;continued reading the book.&lt;br /&gt;almost finishing, and once I'm done, I'm off to get the next sequel.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! bye(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-613325093397821790?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/613325093397821790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=613325093397821790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/613325093397821790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/613325093397821790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/07/obsessed-with-that-book.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-2627558494117528989</id><published>2009-07-22T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T04:34:19.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;true colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;great, I actually believed you when you said that and now I found out it was a lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I never thought of you to be such a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;guess true colours do surface when I trust someone too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it hurt when I learnt about it, cuz for once, I thought it was real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but whatever you said, were blatant lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe it once was true, but you're no different from the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;to think I actually wanted to say sorry to you for being so rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but now, I think I was right in not saying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-2627558494117528989?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2627558494117528989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=2627558494117528989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2627558494117528989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2627558494117528989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/07/true-colours.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-1113716422230739512</id><published>2009-07-21T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T06:01:58.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>symphony no. 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving me mad. can die in that piece. furthermore, I forgot to bring my&lt;br /&gt;flute and piccolo... so I had to use the yamaha one. didn't play the piccolo.&lt;br /&gt;the score for flute is freaking hard. piccolo much easier, but need more air.&lt;br /&gt;haha. anyhow, have to bring my instrument tml to get mr li to teach me.&lt;br /&gt;desperate to perfect this condemned piece! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it made me smile, but not anymore. times changed, I know. but I'm appalled by how people can change so fast to. is there anyone left for me to trust anymore? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-1113716422230739512?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/1113716422230739512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=1113716422230739512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/1113716422230739512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/1113716422230739512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/07/symphony-no.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-8923644112862663457</id><published>2009-07-16T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T04:08:43.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. ahemahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 14TH BIRTHDAY FILZAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay I'm sorry it had to be another belated birthday wish.&lt;br /&gt;but I wasn't blogging these few days...so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;okayyy, I'm trying to concentrate on my science homework,&lt;br /&gt;but apparently, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;cuz once I start using the computer, I'll forget about that book I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;kayyy, bye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the breakthrough is coming. I know it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-8923644112862663457?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8923644112862663457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=8923644112862663457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8923644112862663457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8923644112862663457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-8087106931643009932</id><published>2009-07-12T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T04:20:46.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Service was BEYOND AWESOME! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed service today cuz there's this pastor and banker, Dr A.R. BERNARD who came and preached to us. And I really actually understood what he was saying. Didn't really want service to end so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was saying, coming to church is not only about a relationship with me and God. It's about having the responsibility to save others. And I was really inspired by that. Must do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely looking forward to next service. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-8087106931643009932?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8087106931643009932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=8087106931643009932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8087106931643009932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8087106931643009932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/07/service-was-beyond-awesome-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-4812079695582601020</id><published>2009-07-11T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T06:08:36.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's funny when my blog's so orange, and I say I love green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both is the love! (: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like being pestered by JANINE, and KHAI, and talking to RYAN, and LUKMAN, and DOROTHY. I'm a busy person! Haha. Okay, it's a joke. So laugh. (: Thankyou thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is short. Can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-4812079695582601020?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4812079695582601020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=4812079695582601020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4812079695582601020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4812079695582601020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-funny-when-my-blogs-so-orange-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-3087170974612506002</id><published>2009-07-10T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:40:06.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that my tuition teacher CANCELLED the tuition in the VERY, let me emphasise on VERYYYY last minute. Argh screw it! It's always like that. ALWAYS! Just when I thought I couldn't go for the Drama Production cuz of my tuition, it's cancelled. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really fed-up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Anyhow, thanks JANINE for helping me with the blogskins and stuff. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-3087170974612506002?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3087170974612506002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=3087170974612506002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/3087170974612506002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/3087170974612506002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-8882044429705654420</id><published>2009-07-10T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:41:44.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For not being able to go for today's drama production.&lt;br /&gt;For not turning up at PM.&lt;br /&gt;For not going to service regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the things I really want to do. But sadly, opportunities don't come twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;E1 R1!!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-8882044429705654420?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8882044429705654420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=8882044429705654420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8882044429705654420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8882044429705654420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-647951521868474763</id><published>2009-07-08T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T04:34:23.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dilemma! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, I'm currently in one. Somehow I just feel like I've got loads of problems for me to settle. I feel so tired, frustrated whenever I think of it. But the thing is, that "problem", well, is not even a problem! Ohmygosh, I really don't know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm like currently in a dilemma on:&lt;br /&gt;1. Drama production this friday(which, means I have to cancel my tuition and makeup another day)&lt;br /&gt;2. Sunday service(which I normally go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm apparently only allowed to go for one you see. PRESUMPTION! Or so I thought. But it's sort of "most likely". Yep. But! You know, maybe it won't turn out the way I assume it would. Hopefully not. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY SISTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well It was actually supposed to be on the 5th of july. So it's a belated birthday wish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sister! Finally 16 and taking your Os! Haha, goodluck. Stop making mummy angry ah! :P Haha, kidding. Although you're SUPER irritating at times, but definitely have the endless supply of jokes! Haha. Anyhow, HAPPYBIRTHDAY! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-647951521868474763?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/647951521868474763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=647951521868474763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/647951521868474763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/647951521868474763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/07/dilemma-oh-right-im-currently-in-one.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-6757813023266412743</id><published>2009-07-01T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T06:33:33.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Give me the definition. Say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'm having problems with my desktop. I'm beginning to suspect if this thing is really, new. Hmmm, maybe it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter that I heard today, filled with joy. I'm happy. At least the notice board was, done. I'm really satisfied with it. The meaning of "you reap what you sow" becomes even clearer for me. But I've been having this weird feeling recently, and it is, weird. About something. Can't guess. Anyhow, I'm really tired from all the drawings I did for the notice board today. And I'm sure many people are. Not many I would say, maybe just 2. Yep, 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm getting sleepy. Till then. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-6757813023266412743?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6757813023266412743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=6757813023266412743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/6757813023266412743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/6757813023266412743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/07/give-me-definition.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-95594862320506693</id><published>2009-06-29T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:24:45.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was somehow fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I should start doing quizzes that I was supposed to do and currently, another one is in line. Hmmm, I'll just leave it as it is first. Okay, I just found out I lost connection with RC, again. ANYHOW! Today was, what I would call, average? The thing I dread most about a weekday, is that I have to wake up so freaking early in the morning feeling tired and all. But it'll all be okay after I reach school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there weren't any lessons today. The teacher gave a talk on H1N1. Okay, so I fell asleep. Freaking boring. I mean like, even if they don't give the talk, they think we'll forget? Well, I guess they just showed us how typical Singaporeans act like. What they call, "KIASU".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun part of the whole day was after school. Looked for Mr Li after lunch, passed him the DVDR, and somehow or another, Janine and Filzah, or maybe plus me, managed to convince him to open the band room for us to practice. Started on the solo pieces he brought me. I totally understand the power of grade 5. I mean, totally. Played around in the band room, took out some of the really old pieces, and really new ones. Anyhow, I'll just write till here then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-95594862320506693?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/95594862320506693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=95594862320506693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/95594862320506693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/95594862320506693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-was-somehow-fun-wondering-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-7122163808633263309</id><published>2009-06-28T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T07:01:28.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Transformers was...no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for service today, actually right, I woke up at 7.55 cos Dorothy gave me morning call. But after replying her, I went back to sleep. Haha. Then woke up again at 8.50 when Ryan, Janine and Dorothy smsed. So chiong-ed shower. Then met Ryan at Ws Interchange. It was alr 9.30 by the time I reached there. Haha. So took Mrt and "Flew" there. It was around like, hmmm, 10.13 when we reched Hall 1. Service was alright. Like too many people, had to sit half chair. My back was hurting man. Haha. After that ate LJS, was damn full before I even touched the 2nd chicken. Haha. Didn't finish the fries and THE chicken DOROTHY GAVE me. Special one okay? xDD. Then went to watch Transformers. Almost fell asleep. The robots were like fighting each other, and then some robot died. And came alive again. Like, a bit dramatic. Haha. Took bus home with ryan. Then when I was walking towards my block, I came across a car with Transformers Stickers. -.= Nothing to say anymore. Go home. Haha. I've been trying to download maplestory since last night and when it's finally done, can't play. Give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Bye. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-7122163808633263309?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7122163808633263309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=7122163808633263309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7122163808633263309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7122163808633263309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/transformers-was.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-6941871263129233574</id><published>2009-06-27T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:36:40.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My legs are about to give way man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, walked around Funan Shopping mall for like half the day. Morning, went to eat at Allson Hotel, then went to Funan. Stayed there till 8 plusplus then went home. Bought all the appliances we needed. Then my mom got new phone. And my dad bought a new desktop. Everything he pay. Considered early birthday present. Super lame. :) Haha. Damn tiredd, lazy to blog alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-6941871263129233574?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6941871263129233574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=6941871263129233574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/6941871263129233574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/6941871263129233574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-legs-are-about-to-give-way-man.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-7130011006958937164</id><published>2009-06-24T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T04:25:25.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was FULL! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, today was sectionals on Symphony No. 5. Managed to complete half of the first page of the piece. Which is... a quarter. Yeah. The bars were "copy and paste". But I can't say the same for Mandy. Haha. But I still can't play the high notes on the piccolo. Have to practice. Yep. Sight-read Spanish Overture with the juniors. The change of keys were like driving me mad. Time signature too. Spent the next half of the practice spring cleaning instruments. Was finished in quite a while, so went back to band room to clean up. Packed the cupboard. And wiped the whiteboard. Then swept the floor. Helped librarians. There wasn't much to do. Haha. So everything ended around 2plusplus. Mr Li(?) didn't come today. Couldn't download the software for me. Brought the DVDR for nothing. Borrowed my flute, pic, and file back. Had to help VANESSA! borrow her OBOE also. AND FILE! My bag was darn heavy. My shoulders could just give way anytime. Not my bag, my SHOULDERS. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm tired. I'm always. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Bye. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;WHEN IS SUPERNATURAL SEASON4 COMING OUT!!?? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-7130011006958937164?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7130011006958937164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=7130011006958937164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7130011006958937164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7130011006958937164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-full-haha-today-was-sectionals-on.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-1948929278754468752</id><published>2009-06-22T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:56:47.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will not be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Mandy will not be coming for band! I reallly dun know what trouble I'll be in man. Oh and, Michelle's coming back tml morning. Good. "Someone" happy. xDD Haha, okay. I'm actually being kind of lame right now. Hmmm, so I went for tuition just now. Damn tiring. Fell asleep while the teacher was like walking around. But at least I finished the sums. I told my sis to take cab. But she said that Bus 5 also can go back Pasir ris. So I was like, okay lo. We read the thingy, and it was clearly stated that the bus would stop opposite Greenview Sec, Loyang Point and Pasir Ris Pri, all near our house. But when we took, it stopped at Ws Interchange. -.- Waste my time. If we took MRT we would be home like dunno how many long minutes ago alr. Haha. Why am I laughing? I'm supposed to be annoyed right? At least I'm not laughing literally. Oh, same same. I'm thinking of changing my blogskin again. This one doesn't seem that perfect. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-1948929278754468752?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/1948929278754468752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=1948929278754468752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/1948929278754468752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/1948929278754468752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/tomorrow-will-not-be-better-day.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-3923428581133509083</id><published>2009-06-21T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T06:20:50.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm freaking lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to orchard today. Walked around with family. Okay, so my mom wanted to cross the road to a certain shop, then it started raining. We ran across then waited for the rain to stop while my mom shopped. Then she told us to go over first since the rain wasn't so heavy alr. But I wanted to listen to the song they were playing at that time. So I stayed there. Then the rain got heavier. Haha. It's just the rain right? No harm done. My sister got an iPod Classic and my brother got an iPod Nano. I didn't want any cos' I know that I won't really be using it. And I alr have one. Must save money. Haha. As for the quizzes, I'll do it tomorrow. Or maybe the day after? Or day after after? Maybe next week. Haha. Super lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-3923428581133509083?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3923428581133509083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=3923428581133509083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/3923428581133509083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/3923428581133509083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-freaking-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-8937842863104253837</id><published>2009-06-13T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:07:21.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One word: TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waking up at, 5.23. Left house around 6am. Took cab to airport. Ate breakfast the played the Xbox360 and PS3 provided. Cos LAN gaming not opened yet. So boarded planeat 7.50am. Then reached at 8.15(Vietnam time). I was quite shocked when I heard the time. Then I realized vietnam time was 1 hour earlier than singapore time. My dad bought a camera for me. Reason: CHEAP! 200 bucks for one camera. In singapore they sell it 360 I think. Hahaha, thats the best thing in vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, so I shall stop blogging now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Fel :D&lt;br /&gt;BYE &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-8937842863104253837?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8937842863104253837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=8937842863104253837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8937842863104253837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8937842863104253837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-word-tired-after-waking-up-at-5.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-8633933167969578817</id><published>2009-06-10T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:10:33.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Such a good chance, but had to be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I won't be going for flute festival. Can't possibly go alone. Weird, I had a mindset to blog about everything that happened these past few days but apparently, lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently super obsessed with the DS game, Phoenix Wright and Apollo Justice. Playing it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MOVE ON, Its just a chapter in the past. But don't close the book, just turn the page. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-8633933167969578817?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8633933167969578817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=8633933167969578817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8633933167969578817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8633933167969578817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/such-good-chance-but-had-to-be-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-6283274917326861333</id><published>2009-06-04T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T06:34:43.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band really sucked today. Kept playing wrong notes. Forget it. Soooo, after band, went for lunch with band peeps. Felt quite tired, or maybe very tired. Updating, for the sake of updating? Haha, lazy to type further. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;People change, things go wrong, but just remember, life goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-6283274917326861333?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6283274917326861333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=6283274917326861333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/6283274917326861333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/6283274917326861333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-what-band-really-sucked-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-4790627794703714841</id><published>2009-05-29T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:06:25.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wonder what I missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, didn't turn up for band this morning. Felt damn bad. Woke up at 6.44, but went back to sleep. Then slept too much, furthermore, feeling super nauseous probably due to the leftover porkcubes in the microwave. It smelt awful, and there were maggots. Couldn't stand the sight of it man, almost threw up. The feeling didn't go away until now. And it's coming back again. Suckish. But I'll make it up by eating alot alot of FISHBALLS! Haha, random. Currently at Mount Faber, superbowl. Sister bowling for "SINGAPORE INTERNATIONAL OPEN". Have to support her for 2 out of 4 games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;GOOD LUCK SISTER! I'LL BE SUPPORTING YOU MAN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Never run away from your problems, because when you need to face them again, it'll be twice as hard to overcome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-4790627794703714841?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4790627794703714841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=4790627794703714841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4790627794703714841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4790627794703714841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/wonder-what-i-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-5630168329848470765</id><published>2009-05-26T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:15:20.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was downright FUN! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, seriously fun man. It all started with watching the movie "Freedom Writers". A damn nice and inspiring movie. My eyes were like glued to it the whole 2 periods. Mdm Nazeera took a risk and continued playing the show even though it was MT. Hahaha. Then after that we played some games with miss neo, though her jokes weren't really funny. But, still entertaining. I was feeling like super bored so I took out my "CHILDREN CHARITY DONATIONS" stickers and pasted it on everyone(without them knowing). I was like laughing al the way man. It was freaking funny. Then PEIXUAN got irritated because I kept pretending to paste something on her when there was actually nothing. Her face was damn funny when she got pissed off. Haha! Discussed class outing with Mdm Nazeera. The whole class wants barbeque, AGAIN. Ohgosh, last year was close to disaster alr. It was raining, there were so many earthworms, the birds ate our sausages, and they threw waikian into the sea. The worst thing was the weather. It just had to rain at that time. It just had! And the earthworms just had to come out!!!! They just had to!!! I did not move out of the circle within the BBQ pit cos I was scared of those cursed earthworms! Okay, stop complaining. Moved down to canteen for combined practice(rehearsal). Changed to our black top, jeans, socks and shoes. Super stuffy at that place. After everything, went to dinner with Celine, Olivia, Melrose, Janine and Filzah. They kept laughing for no reason, made me laugh too. Haha, damn shag now. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-5630168329848470765?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5630168329848470765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=5630168329848470765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/5630168329848470765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/5630168329848470765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-was-downright-fun-haha-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-6403078280474532939</id><published>2009-05-23T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T06:09:46.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't wait for the next band practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, totally obsessed with band right now. Weirdly. Today was mainly sectionals. Practiced alot alot on "Instant Concert". But had to teach juniors too. Spent like one whole hour teaching them "School Spirit". It's super tiring. But its okay, had to teach anyway. Its just a matter of time. Played "Home" first. Got quite lost at first, but then after awhile, got back again. Then played "Bohemian Rhapsody". Amanda was looking at me and I was looking back at her, we were both lost. Ahahaha, but fun to play. Finally time for "Instant Concert". Disaster man. Hahaha. Hmmm, a bit lazy to type. Haha. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-6403078280474532939?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6403078280474532939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=6403078280474532939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/6403078280474532939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/6403078280474532939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-wait-for-next-band-practice.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-37179144089613366</id><published>2009-05-21T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T05:47:07.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm never going to watch AMERICAN IDOL again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't get over the fact that KRIS ALLEN WON. WTH right?!! It's supposed to be ADAM LAMBERT. But ADAM is going to be more popular! (AHEM!) BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I dun like KRIS allen, :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-37179144089613366?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/37179144089613366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=37179144089613366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/37179144089613366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/37179144089613366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-never-going-to-watch-american-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-7447035333425831792</id><published>2009-05-19T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T06:19:10.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love my flute even more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats supposed to be, great. Haha, today's band was cool, the previous batch of leaders came back. Played best of greenday, which, I got quite lost. Had a tough time teaching the junior... but! It paid off. Haha, listened to the POTENTIAL CHOICE PIECES for the next SYF. "JUBILOUS"(?) and "VIRGINIA" one's grade 4 the other's grade 3. I like Virginia, but got piccolo solo, and that sucks. Jubilous is no different, except without solo, but damn long. I'll be like worn out. Whatever, next next year. Hmmm, I'm still thinking where could my lost shoe(s) be. Lost one of my shoes yesterday. And lost one pair last year. Like, who would wear my shoe? Besides the fact that they are small, don't they have their own? No money buy, steal people one. Wth. So I wore the NB shoes today, hid it behind the rack(?), then miss chew ask everyone to put their shoes inside. The shoes were all stacked up. People say the store room reeks of shoe smell. Haha, but its actually quite okay, isn't that bad. Haha. Tired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-7447035333425831792?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7447035333425831792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=7447035333425831792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7447035333425831792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7447035333425831792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-my-flute-even-more-now.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-8099010167398166772</id><published>2009-05-16T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T04:54:36.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its finally time for band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so happy that we can miss the outing to the incineration plant for COL rehearsal. But it'll be extremely tiring for us on friday, 7.30 to 6.oopm. Sigh, worse than practice for SYF, or is it not? Haha, anything. So many pieces to start learning. But ABBA was fun, not including struggling with the piccolo. Gosh, its so hard to play. But the new one is easier. What a relief. My hand is damn pain now, played badminton. The CC had a wedding in the BADMINTON COURT. Like wth right? Haha, so went to some badminton court, under some block. Played with filzah. And the wind just keeps coming. Irritating. Maybe badminton shouldn't use shuttlecocks, balls are much heavier, ahahahaha. Hmmm, lazy to type some more, althought alot happened. BYE!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and sorry KHAI, hit your face. :P It wasn't on purpose, serious. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-8099010167398166772?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8099010167398166772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=8099010167398166772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8099010167398166772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8099010167398166772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-finally-time-for-band.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-8182004801777113459</id><published>2009-05-10T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T03:51:12.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, couldn't celebrate with my mom cos she's on a trip in Bangkok, shopping. Haha, but this might probably be the best mother's day for her. Today was apparently boring. Studied, and played comp, and watched tv, till nothing to do. Ahahaha, but I'll survive. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To mummy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUMMY! Although your scoldings were irritating at times, I still know it was for our own good, like you always say. I know you don't wish for any presents, only our good results. I'll try my best to get what you want. Love you! (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-8182004801777113459?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8182004801777113459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=8182004801777113459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8182004801777113459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8182004801777113459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-5363419851168365789</id><published>2009-05-07T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T07:36:07.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This sucks. How many more to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are so annoying. By the way, today was Literature was, I wouldn't say easy, but its not hard either. Wrote alot for question 2. Then I looked around, people seemed to be writing like 2 or more pages, so I forced myself to write points, that I don't think will ever bring extra marks. For the unseen poetry, practically wrote CRAP. Okay, I'm probably exaggerating. But there wasn't anything much to write anyway. Oh well. Discussed the class activities for June holidays after school. Decided to organise some badminton competition, only within our class. And the winner gets a prize. Which, is probably some cheap stuff. Ahahaha. Anyhow, there are still papers to go, have to study. Like really study. Which I told myself so many times, in the end, lazy to do it. Sigh. The past papers were okay. At least a PASS? Not really sure. But anyway, today wasn't nice, at all. BYE. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-5363419851168365789?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5363419851168365789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=5363419851168365789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/5363419851168365789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/5363419851168365789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-3628353301764631858</id><published>2009-04-30T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T05:06:01.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Class Commitee in a Mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, suggested to Mdm Nazeera today that a few people were not suitable for respective posts with filzah, and janine. We were doing our work, and then started talking about chairperson, waikian and stuffs. And then mdm nazeera came over, so we discussed with her. Saying that waikian wasn't fit to be chairperson because he never hands in homework. So she changed the whole commitee and then it will be applied only next semester. Haha. But at least its better. Gor rid of the english rep post. Oh Great! Haha. Got a new one instead. Which, I didn't really like. But... forget it. Haha., regretted telling teacher about all these, now im stuck with that post, and wrong people take up the wrong post. Argh! Such a mess we've made! Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new class commitee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nadiah-Chairperson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chan Liqi-Vice chairperson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asyiqin-Treasurer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joel Ang-Secretary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chermaine-CIP manager. (WTH!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Filzah-Art Rep :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janine-English Rep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maple-Math Rep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The rest I forgot. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-3628353301764631858?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3628353301764631858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=3628353301764631858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/3628353301764631858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/3628353301764631858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/class-commitee-in-mess-ohwell-suggested.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-4109956587786803611</id><published>2009-04-28T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:11:03.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where is it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohgosh, I can't find it. But I'm not gonna disclose what is IT. But IT is very important. And I have to find IT by tomorrow. Sigh. Nehhmind... Woke up super late today. But still managed to make it to school in time-don't I always? Haha, okay, so had normal lessons. Mr Salam took over again. Isn't there any other art relief teachers in this freaking school?! No?! Oh well, I don't like him, so sarcastic. But I don't like MdmTeo either. Haha. I've gone mad-from boredom. By the time it was science period, it was already raining. Damn cool, heh, got wind and stuffs. Assembly was alright, watched the dance thing. Don't really understand anyway. Just enjoy it. Haha, at least I didn't fall asleep(: I'm so tired I could fall asleep now. Like. right now. But nah, the bed's better. Bye(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-4109956587786803611?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4109956587786803611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=4109956587786803611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4109956587786803611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4109956587786803611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-is-it-ohgosh-i-cant-find-it.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-5675324889054011130</id><published>2009-04-24T06:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T07:04:32.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ENG/CHINESE COMPO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, quite alright. It wasn't that difficult. Because I chose the easier topic. Haha. But for chinese I wrote less than 300 words, mainly cos I forgot to bring my dictionary and my knowledge of chinese characters are somehow limited. So, I decided not to take the risk and wrote little instead. As for english letter writing, I would not say it's perfect. Beacuse I think I did miss out some points though. I think I made it out to be very demanding. Gosh, low marks. Okay, so everything was alright. Except the fact that there wasn't a fan at my row, which I mentioned in my previous post. And I was perspiring profusely! Even went I was asleep on the table. My forehead was wet! Sigh, should bring a portable fan next time. Those that can stand. Heh. Anyhow, started the first session for tuition. This tutor was called Dave. And it was located at Simei. Far. And his house was pretty big. Three rooms for tutoring. He was quite funny too. Haha. And his friend, or wife, or don't know what, was some lady from china. And she was fierce. She teaches chinese and she scold so loud, I could hear it from the other room. Haha. Feel sorry for the boy she's teaching. So after around 2 hours, cabbed home with sister. At least I got a hang of algebraic factorisation. Realised how bad my foundation is. Haha, ok. Bye(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-5675324889054011130?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5675324889054011130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=5675324889054011130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/5675324889054011130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/5675324889054011130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/engchinese-compo-hmmm-quite-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-5417954926797779813</id><published>2009-04-23T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T05:47:25.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EXAM PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Yes! MYE. Alright, I was almost late for school today, cos my brother takes like, a million years to tie his shoelaces. He has that attitude, that I don't like at all. Oh, brothers. The seating arrangement was changed. To the old, serial number sequence. BORING. And there isn't a fan at my row. Its really, really, warm. Sigh, I spent the geography lesson fanning myself with me hand-made fan. Cool right? Anyhow, Home econs test was easy. Maybe cos I did the last minute studying before it started. And I forgot to bring the coursework again. SOOO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm JULIANA: Chermaine, where's your coursework?&lt;br /&gt;ME: Erm... I don't have.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm JULIANA: HUH?????!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ME: Oh, as in, have but at home.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm JULIANA: Oh... Yeah thats the right answer.(TURNS AROUND)...(TURNSA BACK AND BANGS TABLE) WHY NEVER BRING?! (then she laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, she scared me know? Like suddenly. Anyway.... Literature. Had the essay test. Studied quite alot. Wrote alot too. But beacuse of where I was sitting, I perspired alot too. Haha, then after that geog, and blah. Bye(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-5417954926797779813?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5417954926797779813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=5417954926797779813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/5417954926797779813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/5417954926797779813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/exam-period.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-4775373953607966523</id><published>2009-04-22T05:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T05:38:16.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE CATS&amp;amp;DOGS. But I'm allergic to them. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, that is definitely something I regret. Anyhow, assembled near the foyer this morning because they were announcing the results. Wasn't that important, was it? And then like funny only, sit down there just to stand up and then sit down again. Haha, waste time. And then Fiona and Amanda said that my fringe was center-parting. Wth, its side parting la. Then waited until assembly was finally over. Went for PE. Then played the usual, FLOORBALL! Haha, damn fun. Our team won 7-4, Haha, I'm talking like its some national competition. Okay, it's not. So after that, expectedly, my legs are as weak as ever. And I was perspiring like don't know how many buckets already. Then I went back for History lesson. And like FINALLY! Miss Siti is getting to the Japanese invasion of Singapore. I think the British at that time, didn't really use their brains. And that caused the torture our ancestors(?) went through during the war. Then she told us about how the Japanese tortured the Prisoners-Of-War(POWs). All the water treatment, electric shocks and stuffs. Bayonet training on HUMANS, chopping off the head and put it out for display. And not forgetting, they mocked our religions, by tying up the prisoners to a cross and WHIPPED them until they revealed information. But of course, 上一代的仇不要迁设到下一代. Okay, my chinese sucks. I think at I got at least 2 words wrong. So, anyhow, I was still curious on why the US wanted JAPAN to pull out of the war between Indo-China/China(?). As in, what has it got to do with them? I wanted to ask teacher, but I forgot. Haha. Okay, I'm lazy to type out what happened the rest of the day. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-4775373953607966523?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4775373953607966523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=4775373953607966523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4775373953607966523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4775373953607966523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-cats-but-im-allergic-to-them.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-850519335459544437</id><published>2009-04-21T06:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T06:30:42.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I left something in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised it only when I was halfway home. Haha, wth. So anyway, today was normal, but especially boring. ART, saw all the sculptures, cute la. Haha. And I have totally no idea when is our NAPFA test. Maybe its tomorrow. But anyhow, found out alot of things from WEICHANG  and SEAN. Hmmm, many problems arose when he was sick. But I think he did nothing wrong. Maybe it was her. Ok, I shall not disclose anymore. Privacy yo. So after that went back for english. Teacher wasn't here. AGAIN. And Chinese is always on 4th floor. Why can't we go to either computer lab or AVA room? Or maybe ITR? Haha, nonsense. So some lady came to check on our lessons for science. Her name's mrs chan I think. Miss Neo said she was the future principal, but don't know of which school. Maybe ours. Haha, the assembly had free period. Was practically just talking. And I saw the guys carrying QK. Like holding his hands and legs. And Hongtao go unzip his pants. WTH right? Then Jeremy took out his socks and shoes and threw it out of class, I think. After that I think I saw lukman jumping from the top of the table and then hitting QK's stomach. Sigh, guys. After that, we dismissed ourselves. Haha. Ok, Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-850519335459544437?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/850519335459544437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=850519335459544437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/850519335459544437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/850519335459544437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-left-something-in-class.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-917920005625493093</id><published>2009-04-20T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T06:29:04.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week will be BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it will be. Ok, I'm starting to get the hang of history. And until this lesson, Adolf Hitler comes into the picture. Haha, I'm still wondering what happened before that. Yeah, weird. I've decided to talk to her about our friendship problems. Tomorrow, maybe. Sigh, hope she understands. I'm currently super bored but tired. And I just dun want to sleep. Nah, forget it. I'll just browse through MSN and randomly pick people to chat with. Pathetic, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEW IMPROVED FORMULA:&lt;br /&gt;VANESSA+FAT+ASS=VANESSA FAT ASS. And she takes up 10 chairs! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-917920005625493093?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/917920005625493093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=917920005625493093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/917920005625493093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/917920005625493093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-week-will-be-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-7318090412720698474</id><published>2009-04-17T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:33:56.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SeiSEcyVXZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EsCGXkt9J_Y/s1600-h/DSC00366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325667164510051730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SeiSEcyVXZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EsCGXkt9J_Y/s320/DSC00366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loves!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SeiRz2T1rxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wJFEdGxkUgs/s1600-h/Photo2056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325666879303692050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SeiRz2T1rxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wJFEdGxkUgs/s320/Photo2056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SeiRiiEbleI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wkDcsof_Juk/s1600-h/DSC08226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325666581812581858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SeiRiiEbleI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wkDcsof_Juk/s320/DSC08226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'll remember you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SeiRPxuSMjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vHLOKxfuKJU/s1600-h/DSC08214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325666259597144626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SeiRPxuSMjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vHLOKxfuKJU/s320/DSC08214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FLUTE section!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, is the last day for our seniors. Those who were with us throughout. We'll always remember what you taught us, every single advice. Although we were frustrated with all the majors' naggings, but still, at the end of the day we knew we didn't mean it. Thanks for all the time you spent with us patiently. We'll miss you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't expect this rank. And I think I don't really deserve it. (Lance coporal)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4892230547302810031-7318090412720698474?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7318090412720698474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=7318090412720698474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7318090412720698474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7318090412720698474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/loves-ill-remember-you-guys-flute.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SeiSEcyVXZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EsCGXkt9J_Y/s72-c/DSC00366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-1336265056942192723</id><published>2009-04-15T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:22:17.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am irrtated, but there isn't really anyone I could talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, never really thought that such a thing would happen. But I hope it wouldn't again. Anyhow, band was quite alright. Accept that it was a tad bit boring. Like a little bit. And I didn't want to play ABBA , I waned Hands across the Sea. But nevermind, just play. And I always got lost. By the way, I don't think my face shape is round. Miss Neo says I inherited my round face from either my dad, or my mum.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I'm not ready for tomorrow's practical manzxzx. I just got the ingredients like an hour ago, and I haven't even practiced yet. Haha, I hope tomorrow, my end product will at least be edible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-1336265056942192723?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/1336265056942192723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=1336265056942192723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/1336265056942192723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/1336265056942192723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-irrtated-but-there-isnt-really.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-2521889340403004409</id><published>2009-04-14T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T03:38:03.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I THINK 2E2 IS GETTING WORSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the above heading simply means that our class suck. I mean like, the guys are always forming groups behind us, and making so much noise, and they think that the class has no one. And the girls, some shouting like nobody's business. And eversince they joined our class, its been like falling apart alr. I'd rather they not join. I was just walking back from chinese class wanting to go into the room, and the bird-brain guys locked us out. Who do they think they are to lock us out? The room don't belong to them. And I really got frustrated with lukman. He's attitude is really, really bad. Sigh, I will not care about these people, because all I need to concentrate on now is study. Yes, I should. Oh and, you said you didn't like people who talk bad about people on their blogs but never write name right? Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne, I didn't think you were such a person. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;And derrine, get over it. Its been one year. Don't you think you're childish?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-2521889340403004409?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2521889340403004409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=2521889340403004409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2521889340403004409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2521889340403004409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-2e2-is-getting-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-4242110952595657765</id><published>2009-04-12T04:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T04:31:06.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SeHQuwDTxwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dbTTLqM7MJs/s1600-h/DSC00358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323765736119977730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SeHQuwDTxwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dbTTLqM7MJs/s320/DSC00358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like sleeping, but I don't want to. Wth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, that was weird. Yeah whatever. So today, went for service. Had the drama thing, cos it was easter. It was great fun and I enjoyed it. Can't believe I actually, ok nevermind. So after everything went for lunch with the rest. Haha, weixian looks so NOOB(: Sigh, I'm superrrrrr bored. Ok so the picture up there is the drawing done yesterday. I look noob. But so does my sis. HAHA.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4892230547302810031-4242110952595657765?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4242110952595657765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=4242110952595657765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4242110952595657765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4242110952595657765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-like-sleeping-but-i-dont-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SeHQuwDTxwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dbTTLqM7MJs/s72-c/DSC00358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-3580381054671121437</id><published>2009-04-11T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T07:54:44.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Knowing, If such things happened to our earth, will we all perish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the above question is worth pondering about . Its just like, the current situation is already that bad, what if something worse happened? And people are just not helping, but contributing more to global warming. I know what I'm saying now is totally senseless. And not to mention I am one of the people. Its as if, ok example, our geography teacher always tells us to stop global warming, save our earth and blahblahblah. We treat it as some nonsensical joke she's telling, and we don't do anything about it. But, I was really enlightened today, like really. So I started thinking. There are so many things that could happen to us. We may, or may not be able to stop it. It just depends. Plane crashes, subway accidents, droughts, acid rains, any other natural disasters. Or even heatwaves from the sun. Maybe its rarely it happens in Singapore, and only like in other countries, mostly America. But there are always possibilities, and we can't afford to risk it. And its really weird for someone like me to blog abut something like that. Cos I know I do alot of things, that contributes to global warming. But I just want to let others know. Alright, I shoud really stop scaring myself.&lt;br /&gt;Ok yeah, woke up at 9 today. My dad came back from Vietnam so we went out. To eat lunch, that was supposedly breakfast, I'd rather not talk about it. So we went to anchor point. Ate and then walked around. Then me and my sis went to some artist for him to draw a portrait of us. I'm too lazy to upload the picture now, maybe later. But I can describe, I look NOOB(: Right, whatever. I really lazyyyyyyyyyy to type the rest of the day out. super tired. Anyways, went to watch the mivie "Knowing" . Damn cool.(: Byeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just heard from my sis about some thing called "dopple ganger". Its said that ppl believe that these things look exactly the same as you, but in a sort of different form, I dunno what. And they say that if you happen to see them, or your friend's, you will die soon after. Its a sort of legend or something. And it was also rumoured that Queen Elizabeth died because she saw her own "dopple ganger" . And another poet saw his own, and died shortly after. Haha, not sure whether its true or not, but it sure sounds scary. Heh(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-3580381054671121437?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3580381054671121437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=3580381054671121437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/3580381054671121437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/3580381054671121437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/knowing-if-such-things-happened-to-our.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-2179466588331998943</id><published>2009-04-10T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:56:36.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spent today watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, amazing right? Haha, actually we planned to go out to watch a movie. So I went to check the website. And apparently, there wasn't anything nice. Even if there was, it was all NC 16. Like wth. Like example, fast and furious 4, I seriously don't think i will enjoy such a movie, ad it seems to be the highlight for today/week or something. And so we wanted to book the tickets to watch "confessions of a shopaholic" . My sister said it was funny and stuff. But then again, decided not to. Soooo, we wanted to try "the shinjuku incident" but... it was NC 16. Grr, I hate rated movies. They discriminate on us youngsters! Agecist! OK wth. Then we saw "Knowing" . So I told my sister about it. She said "nah, I thought you don't like to watch horror movies?" I alr said I was Okay with it, she just didn't want to. Fine, whatever. So, didn't go out in the end. Instead of watching on the BIG screen, we watch on small screen. Quite cool, cos it was ALL repeats. Not a bad way to spend the public holiday though. And I thought of asking dor if I could go, but it was sort of a last minute thing, so did not in the end. And bottomline is... I practically watched a whole day's worth of TV(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and im bored. Like super duper boreddddddd. Wth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-2179466588331998943?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2179466588331998943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=2179466588331998943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2179466588331998943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2179466588331998943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-spent-today-watching-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-8977305918956937293</id><published>2009-04-09T05:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T05:37:53.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS WHOLE THING WILL BE OVER SOON. AND IT ALL STARTED WITH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so yeah. The heading means that yesterday's post, I should forget about it. Like how they say, maybe we've gone too far, but to me, I still have that 1% doubt about why she said that. It just bothers me and I dun think I will rest until I get the answer. It isn't so easy to forget. I can see that the others are still talking about it. But I know I'll have to stop. Because I shouldn't do such things. Maybe listening is okay, but adding on is not right. And of course, I shouldn't put the blame on everyone else for leading me on to join in, I should blame myself, beacuse its my own thinking. I can tell what's right, and wrong. And that joining in is wrong, and I shouldn't do it. So yeah, I'll just stop. Although it still bothers me alot, but as Joanne said, she wants to clear all doubts before she leaves, but can she clear mine? Maybe, maybe not. So it feels like I have a thorn in my heart, and its really really, troubling. But, whatever. Its all over after today's talk with Joanne. Delia, we dun mind who you are, just live your life as it is. (: So, everyone was moody after the whole thing. And I, being the lame person I am, told lame jokes. But they laughed! So yeah, I managed to cheer them up. Cool. Ok, the rest of the day is confidential. Or maybe cos I'm lazy to type more. Haha, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Vege fast is over! I want to eat meat. And its on sunday man, dor! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-8977305918956937293?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8977305918956937293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=8977305918956937293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8977305918956937293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8977305918956937293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-whole-thing-will-be-over-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-8559742142016083150</id><published>2009-04-08T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T05:12:16.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WISH I HAD THE ABILITY TO READ YOUR MIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no I don't. That's too bad though. Whatever. OK so, woke up quite late today. I think lessons were fine. And for chinese, at least I did my work. History wasn't that bad. But i wanted to know more about how world war 2 came about and what did hitler do, where he'd go? All these stuff, maybe I have to go online and check. Hmmm, so after school, went for science test, and then band. We had a buffet, quite a big spread. But I did not eat, as I apparently had lunch before that, which explains why. Played awhile with our sec 2 batch, but then felt abit bored, and I dun have the scores to the junior band pieces. So yeah, went back to band room. Wenyi, Janine, Sharlene, Enru and I played "My heart will go on" for a little while. But had to pack up shortly after that. Haha, stole lukman's shoe and passed it here and there. But in the end, he got it back. And instead, we took his file. It was fun playing with those guys. And I really can't take it when mdm rosina keeps standing there and talk, she's not helping but making things worse. It was the first time I shouted at her, today. Because she has been asking the same question all over again, when I already said "yes". I mean, what's wrong with her man? Which letter of "Y-E-S" doesn't she understand? Forget it, Im getting too worked up. OK, so after band went to buy bubbletea with the band members. Thanks to Lukman for the treat. And we gossiped about alot, alot of things/people. Some we got really angry with, and all secrets came pouring out. The sec 2s should really get together and talk like this sometimes, it helps bonding. Haha, ok, walked home with michelle and melissa. Reached home, I was dead tired. Felt like sleeping straightaway. But no, i didn't. (: Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-8559742142016083150?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8559742142016083150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=8559742142016083150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8559742142016083150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8559742142016083150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wish-i-had-ability-to-read-your-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-528154458374854193</id><published>2009-04-05T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T05:01:03.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm getting broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yeah true. I was late for service. Again. Actually I woke up at 8.01. But then I was really too tired so I went back to sleep and woke up at 8.36. Faster got out of bed and then shower. Really rushed. Faster went out. Train to expo then meet dor. Service was fun(: Then after that went to have lunch with the rest. Then I thought, aren't you guys on vege fast too? Cos I see that they were eating chicken and all. Oh, they forgot. Haha, weird. So trained back to tanah merah with dor and the rest. Parted, then went back to pasir ris. Very tired. And bus 358 took like ages to arrive. Waited super super long.... ok, then reached home. Played pet society. Hard to earn back all my money. And levelling up takes up alot of time too. Troublesome. I wonder how those ppl can spend so much time levelling up. Then played HABBO with brother and sis. Like in the same house, but talk on comp. -.- I think its more fun that way la. HAHA. Ate my favourite HOKKIEN MEE. Anyway, since we OFFICIALLY starting our vege fast TOMORROW, right dor? HAHA. Managed to complete my homework know? Great achievement! Gosh, Im so proud of myself. =D HAHA ok, enough with my crap. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-528154458374854193?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/528154458374854193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=528154458374854193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/528154458374854193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/528154458374854193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-im-getting-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-4686242363746286627</id><published>2009-04-03T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T06:17:15.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SPORTS DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6.38 today. Actually it was 5.50, then i turned off my alarm and went back to sleep. Woke up again at 6.10. The went back to sleep. And then woke up again at 6.27. Too tired, went back to sleep. In the end, woke up at 6.38. HAHA. ok, quite long-winded. So finally got myself out of bed. Went to school. I don't know why, but our whole class seems to know we got silver. They got their sources! xD OK nvm, im being random. Literature. Enjoyed the story. Had i think 25 mins or so free period to revise. But i slept instead. Miss tok asked if I was OK. HAHA. Home econs. Didn't print out the design brief cos my printer no ink. And it was until last night, my dad bought a new printer. And it was so late alr, just came back from SYF, very tired. So went back to sleep. HAHA. In the end, didn't print the project. School was as usual today. PW enjoyed air-con only. HAHA. Read the yearbook for 98', 99' and 2000. After school went to foyer to look for Mandy. PLanned to go to sports day with her. But in the end, to tired. So didn't go. Walked home with Vanessa. Bought bubbletea. Chatted along the way. Reached home around 1 plus. OK, Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-4686242363746286627?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4686242363746286627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=4686242363746286627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4686242363746286627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4686242363746286627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/sports-day-woke-up-at-6.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-8328963383176119090</id><published>2009-04-02T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T07:18:43.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;WE GOT THE SILVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BUT I KNOW WE CAN DO BETTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;KEEP GOING! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, today had been a quite emotional day for me, for us. I kept thinking about SYF during classes, and when we were rehearsing at the hall, I felt really nervous. And it was time to board the bus. Time really flies. Off we went, to SCH. And when we reached our destination, I felt reluctant to get down the bus. Thinking that its time for our band to show the judges what we can do. My hands were pespiring profusely, trembling a little. Slowly, I managed to calm down a little. Blowed warm air continously. Just a very short wait(to me), and we're supposed to go to the tuning room already. I was so afraid I would not be able to tune in time. Because its quite hard to tune in air-conditioned room. I almost broke down. I couldn't get it. It was either very flat, very sharp, a little bit flat, or a little bit sharp. So fast, we're on our way up to the hall. I waited there, nervously, I may add. *AHEM! Anddddd..............it was our turn. Walked in slowly. My flute almost slipping out of my hands already. But still I knew that I had to show them that I was confident, like many said, they can judge if a band is good or not by looking at the way they walk, etc... I felt that the chairs were arranged too close. Not used to it. In school it was so far. But anyway, when it started, well, some notes were not clear. I was to nervous. I thought I could memorise that certain bar, when actually, I looked up at mr de, I totally forgotten what was I supposed to play. I wonder if anyone actually noticed. Chorale, bar 38, screwed up big time manzxzxz. Like really, big time. I know no one actually heard it, thats probably why we still got our silver, but I can't pass my own obstacle. So yeah, we got SILVER and everyone was celebrating. But I had mixed feelings, half happy, half not. Maybe cos I really expected more, and that I could have done better. Nevermind, like everyone say, I'm only sec 2, there's still next next year! :D OK, so celebration's over, went back to school. Ate dinner with Joanne and Dorothy, and went home. Something really funny happened, shall not talk about it. BYE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-8328963383176119090?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8328963383176119090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=8328963383176119090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8328963383176119090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8328963383176119090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-got-silver-but-i-know-we-can-do.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-5302143938804081422</id><published>2009-04-01T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:36:03.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SYF is just tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, did not go to school today, went for check up. Its like an annual thing. And the worst part is, I'll have to go back again, next year, same day. Haha. So, after the checkup, went to tanjong pagar, some shopping centre, eat breakfast. All the way until 12plus. Reached home arnd 12.45. Slumped onto the sofa. Wa, damn tired. Went back to school for band at arnd 1.45. Had band practice. Some parts which i couldn't play, I'm still not satisfied with it. I have to practice. I have to. I've been telling myself that on the way home. Practiced for 2 hours since then. Time now is, 10.20. I hope I'm not disturbing the neighbours. I've tried playing into the closet alr. Worked out a little. But at this time practicing? A bit ridiculous. So I've decided to stop. But tomorrow, it will be an all different thing. I will not stop at all. Practice is all I need, and i will do it. I'm afraid I'll not be able to concentrate during lessons tomorrow, I'll be thinking too much about SYF. Though I shouldn't. FOCUS is all I need to do. I have to FOCUS on the goal I'm aiming toward, and get it. It is within reach. It is, I know. I have FAITH that WE, as a band can do it. Just one chance to show the jury, and we're done. I know we can, I hope so too. So I shouldn't be so nervous over tomorrow. That's it, OFF WE GO. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy, I know you believe that I can do it, so does everyone else. But I myself, simply don have the confidence. I'm sorry for today. But I couldn't play that part, I was frustrated, stressed up, and I feel that I'm pulling you guys down. I'm so afraid that because of me, the band will fall. I feel that I'm such a big burden to our section. And I can't stop thinking about it. Up till now, you've been telling me to say ''I CAN'' Its just a four letter word so why can't I say it? But to me, It seems like a 123456789 long word and a &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%^&amp;amp;*)(*&amp;amp;^%$"&gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;*)(*&amp;amp;^%$&lt;/a&gt;#@! unreadable word. Its just so hard to say it. But tomorrow, I will display it. Now, I know I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-5302143938804081422?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5302143938804081422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=5302143938804081422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/5302143938804081422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/5302143938804081422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/syf-is-just-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-5707756242456479428</id><published>2009-03-31T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T04:59:05.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its just the day after tomorrow. And I'm stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I can't believe its just the day after tomorrow. Its just like yesterday we were told when is our SYF and *POOF! Its here. It feels like a weird dream. And apparently, I just woke up from it. Hmmm, band practice was alright. Felt really energetic. But later on into it, I started to feel real tired. Pespiring alot. But i bet, it will be worth it(: So , today the band performed in front of the upper sec students. I felt a bit nervous, to be honest. I played wrong for some parts, namely bar 38(chorale) and letter E and pickup to 80 for overture. I can't remember the notes. And i have to. I should, I must and I will. I just pray and hope that I can make it before this thursday. I keep thinking to myself, SYF is this thursday, and i get really excited and nervous about it. And my tuning. Crap, I can't get it right. Always! I know I mentioned it in the previous post, but it's really getting on my nerves. I wonder when I'll really get pissed off and do something. Really bad. I hope I won't. I know, they are getting frustrated with me, but I don't want that to keep on repeating, its not like I did it on  purpose. Whatever, I'll let it be that way. Sigh, I'll have to keep reminding myself its this thursday, then its over. I should really stop talking about SYF. Its getting tiring, and sometimes, I get worked up over it. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-5707756242456479428?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5707756242456479428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=5707756242456479428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/5707756242456479428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/5707756242456479428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-just-day-after-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-7138363353268232726</id><published>2009-03-30T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T06:50:08.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ITS 2 DAYS TO SYF. (NOT COUNTING TODAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, its such a long day today. Some lessons were fun, some were... well. OK, so yeah, classes were alright. Band after school was at least better than before. It should be, anyway. Syf is just like 2 days away. And i bet everyone's stressing and talking about it, reminding each other how important it is, how prepared we should be. I know, but I will try to practice even harder than before, show everyone what LYSB is made of. SILVER? Haha, OK so I mentioned that band was OK? I did. A number of new instruments came today. The horn, trumpet, and flute/piccolo. It looked soooo new, but of course, it IS new. Oh yeah, I was spending half of my school day telling people jokes about ''yo mama'' . I was the one telling it, and yet I laughed so hard myself. -.- There are alot of funny ones. I got it all from the iPHONE game,''YO MAMA'' Anyone has an iPHONE, can try to download the game into your phone and play. Haha. Yeah, so back to band. We practiced Overture and Chorale a number of times. Frustrated with the tuning. I was asking myself, whats so difficult in tuning, that even like a thousand times, I still can't get it. What's wrong with me? Well, on that day we only have 9 mins to tune, hope i can make it. =D Sigh, I'm so tired, as I said, its been a long day. So bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-7138363353268232726?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7138363353268232726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=7138363353268232726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7138363353268232726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7138363353268232726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-2-days-to-syf.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-2605388560938858099</id><published>2009-03-28T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T06:24:28.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come on filzah, you can always tell me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, today was really tiring, considering the fact that we were in our band uniforms from 12 to 4. If anybody actually noticed the weather? It was blazing hot! Gosh, seriously, what is all this trouble for? Forget it, I'll understand that it's actually 5 days to SYF. Which probably means 144 hours, according to FARAH. Including today. Well, had to pin up hair and stuff. I think I can do it on that day, but not today please? Nope, it didn't work. Had to wax my hair. Hate it. Dor helped me to tie my hair. *AHEM! Not nice ar! Anyhow tie. xD HAHA, okok, it wasn't THAT bad. She praising herself for it. Oh, and i brought a HELIUM balloon to band today. It doesn't really mean its my birthday. Anyway, thanks, dor for the teddy bear. Love it. =D Woodwinds combined sectionals sucked. Was pespiring like don't know how many buckets alr. Although not visible. I was. Hmmm, I think I dislike the conductor who was conducting us. Well, on second thoughts, I do. I was literally chatting, playing, joking and laughing with the rest while he was teaching the clarinets and saxophones. He even said that he tends to listen to things he can't hear, rather than things he could hear. Yeah right! Dumbass. I made a mistake and he didn't realise it. BLEH! Whatever. Big deal! Combined full band after that. At least it was better. I liked the serenity when we rehearsed for SYF. The atmosphere getting better. Right into the mood. NICE. We were dismissed quite late then expected time. Falling in and packing up took up most of it. Went for dinner with Filzah, Michelle, Ryan, Lukman, Melissa and Janine. Talked about anything under the sky and above the ground. Cool. Learned secrets about each other, some which were made up and not really true. Ahem ahem! Well, went home after that. Excited for tomorrow's service. Not sure why. =D Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-2605388560938858099?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2605388560938858099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=2605388560938858099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2605388560938858099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2605388560938858099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/03/come-on-filzah-you-can-always-tell-me.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-3173364667283455153</id><published>2009-03-27T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T07:08:03.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BEST SCHOOL DAY EVER! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the heading says it all. Today was super fun. OK, to start off, had a great literature lesson. Although abit dry for most of the students in our class, i think its still better than us reading to ourself. Miss Tok at least brings out the emotions and I can imagine the scenario. But still, I'm never taking Lit next year. Nope, although interesting, but can't say for sure next year. Nothing's set in stone. Home Econs was alright. Just did research, after which my head was throbbing. It was so complicated. Some to be in Microsoft Word, some to be written down in ink. Gosh, I hate design brief. Can't we just do the practical exam and just mark us for that. I don't mind. xD Oh well, things are like this. PW was fun. We managed to retrieve the videos from the comp successfully but not editing it. Had no time to do the editing. And we're way behind, we'll have to catch up on it next monday. Band was awfully boring. Though i know i shouldn't be thinking this way at this point of time. But I fell asleep during band, its a fact. Guess I should really catch up on my sleep. Tomorrow, hope it will not be so hot. Then I won't feel that lethargic and once again, tend to fall asleep. Oh, and thanks, Mandy for the birthday present. Really hope I'll have enough energy for tomorrow. Expecting alot of warm-ups. It's definitely a must, that i know. But just hope i can take it. And i also expect that tomorrow's warm up would be, 8counts, 16counts, breathing exercises, SBT, maybe concert band clinic. All which I don't like. But have to do it. I don't even know why I'm blabbering about warm-ups now. Sigh, something's wrong with me. And it will definitely dampen my mood even more, when i have to wear Band Uniform. Full attire. They had better set up fans all around the hall. I'll start going mad and killing people. Alright, kidding. I DISLIKE OUR CLASS TEE. BUT I LOVE 2E2. =D Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-3173364667283455153?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3173364667283455153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=3173364667283455153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/3173364667283455153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/3173364667283455153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-school-day-ever-d-well-heading.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-1307573098369312465</id><published>2009-03-26T05:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:12:35.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AH, HOW I HATE CAMPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially this year's one. But Campfire was ownage. Enjoyed every moment of it. The place was filled with mosquitoes, i guess they had their fill already. Muddy is definitely the perfect word to describe it. And apparently, my perfectly white shoes were totally disfigured my the mud, which i really hate to the core. At that point of time, i admit, home is the best. Bathrooms were, needless to say, *AHEM!* Well, had to shower. Meals, appalling. And right at that moment, of course, homecooked food were the BEST. Didn't take part in the water activities, preventing myself from getting all dirty and wet. But still, boys are boys. Throwing mud all over, and yay, i got the ''top'' prize. -.- Sigh, why can't they just grow up. I was so angry, cos my jacket was white. Definitely don't go well with brown. And there you go, my white jacket had something extra at the side. Tea time. Had biscuits. Hmmm, not bad though. I didn't mind the extra ones. Campfire Night. Wow, excited for it, surprisingly. I went all hyper with my friends. Though, sometimes twins really shouldn't walk together. Scary seeing two of the same persons. We sang, and jumped, and not forgetting to SCREAM. Like duh, screaming is surely inevitable. My hands were sore from all the clapping and throat dry from all the screaming. I was just thinking, since its the last night, why not just shout as loud as i could and get out of the damned, condemned place the next day? Hmmm, i did though. Not sure about the rest. Next day, spent the whole morning cleaning dirty tents which couldn't be cleansed. Using the same cloth all over again, isn't it making it more dirty? Can't they just put a hose to it and wash, instead of wasting so many manpower, when we could do other things. Oh and crickets are sooo dumb. Forget it. Its randomly random. Gosh, i don't know what im uttering right now. Sigh, nevermind. OK, and the minute i boarded the bus, i told myself, ''YES!'' im going home! No more of the stupid, irritating mud, frogs, crickets, and wilderness. I'll be sleeping on my bed with air-con. And at least with a blanket to top it off. Our class was hyper on the bus. Happy to see them having fun. Although i was just at the corner being quiet, saving my energy. Well, i guess thats all. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-1307573098369312465?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/1307573098369312465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=1307573098369312465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/1307573098369312465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/1307573098369312465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/03/ah-how-i-hate-camps.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-3936451739839541207</id><published>2009-03-13T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T06:55:47.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE DEVELOPMENT OF 2E2 CLASS TEE! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, like finally we're getting one. We've been talking about it since middle of last year, but nobody took the initiative to ask teacher. But i bet last year was probably impossible cos mr nah was in charge. Ok, had Lit for first lesson. Damn sian, our class got vandalized by som stupid no-brain-''KID''. Haven't grow up yet thats why do such childish things. That he/she stole crayons and drew all over our table and chairs. Said to be that person only drew on those people's tables whom he dun like. Apparently, almost the whole class. Spent almost half of the lesson cleaning up the chairs. But i wasn't one of them. That person doesn't seem to dislike me. So, i shall consider myself lucky then(: Alright, then lessons were resumed as usual. Math, had short quiz. Should be alright, still can do. Had PW next. I was throwing airplanes on the way there. Ask ''mariah'' xD Sigh, then after school had the COL briefing. POINTLESS, TOTALLY NO BRAINER MEETING. Waited all the way till 2.30 with ''Obama'' , Asri and ''mariah'' . I was hiccuping all the way la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr, Stop hiccuping manzxzxz, chermaine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-3936451739839541207?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3936451739839541207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=3936451739839541207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/3936451739839541207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/3936451739839541207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/03/development-of-2e2-class-tee-d-wow-like.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-5634542543437138052</id><published>2009-03-12T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:58:52.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SIGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i just broke my promise(?)&lt;br /&gt;OK nevermind. So went to windworks today with sean, weixian and ''mariah'' today. But before that had to go take instruments. Then asked sean if it was at Kembangan. He said ''no, its at Aljunied" Wa, like anyhow whack only. I thought Kembangan lo. That's why i took the trouble to go. But nevermind. Not much difference anyway. So yeah, reached around 3.15(estimated) But during the train ride was talking about PAO if he was going to NAFA. And when the train stopped at SIMEI, I saw him and Shuyi walking in. HAHA, Speak Of The Devil. But the scary part was when, we went into the room, the guy started scolding alr. I was like OMG! So fierce. Weixian scared go in cos he dun want to punch him. -.- If he go in i bet he won't. Cos got us ma. OK so anyways, Sean and weixian pangseh us lo. Ownself go NAFA. But nevermind. We know how to go back. Sighh, so reached home around 4++ or maybe going to 5. Not sure myself. Practiced my flute awhile, then fell asleep, till 7. HAHAHA, weird right? Sian, can't get hold of the paper! AHHH, I HATE JOURNAL WRITING! Im in a totally bad mood right now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm full of gossips today! =D&lt;br /&gt;Like ''____'' and "__________" ! HAHAHAHA. CAUGHT YOU GUYS LA! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-5634542543437138052?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5634542543437138052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=5634542543437138052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/5634542543437138052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/5634542543437138052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-7080069737607546392</id><published>2009-03-11T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T08:09:36.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BAND IS SOOOO TIRING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, so damn tired during band. Almost fell asleep playing ''PARTY ROCK!'' . Could just fall off my chair and lie on the floor and drift into dreamland. HAHAHA, damn boring alr. Had to close files and play. Chorale I'm alright. But Overture... Nah... Can't memorise. Only the first few parts. Packed up quite early(?). But falling in took up most of our time. Irritating. I was standing there like some blockhead waiting for them to dismiss us. So many flies. I just wish they would all drop dead. How i hate insects. Finally we were dismissed. Didn't bring back instrument. Quite lazy ah. Tml then i go take. =D Hmmm, so we waited for Joanne. She took so long, cos she was punishing the juniors. Sadist. xD OK anyways, walked to central together. Took her bag and ran off. Then me and ''MARIAH'' threw her bag into the bushes. HAHA, then she came up after talking to her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOANNE: Excuse me, where's my bag?&lt;br /&gt;ME: FIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't find it! HAHA, BLIND. Hudah was laughing cos she could see it. AND finally she found it. YAY. So she pangseh-ed us and went to find dor at 359 bus stop. HURR! Si Joanne, some kind of sec4 senior! =D Ok then after that went home. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-7080069737607546392?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7080069737607546392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=7080069737607546392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7080069737607546392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7080069737607546392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/03/band-is-soooo-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-7696096661801690111</id><published>2009-03-10T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:12:12.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SbaDJAbvnjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MZUyztwyG9o/s1600-h/n1259941360_1232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311577001288506930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SbaDJAbvnjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MZUyztwyG9o/s320/n1259941360_1232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              Nice?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SbaC64bAZVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EcUKA-AFTKI/s1600-h/n1259941360_1120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311576758619759954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SbaC64bAZVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EcUKA-AFTKI/s320/n1259941360_1120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            It runs in the family =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ORALS ARE OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, almost late for school today. I was walking towards the gate when i saw mr nasir half closing the gate, and i saw poeple running then i follow run also. =D Luckily just in time. First lesson. Art... Drew some flower in a vase. Then had to colour. But it's damn ugly. And that Mdm Teo, she sign on my paper one time alr, she walk one round, come to my other side, then she forgot she signed alr she go sign another side. -.- She STM ar. Old ma. Heh. OK anyways, had math after that. RECESS. And, the rest of the lessons. Then assembly, had some drama about RACISM i think. Trying to discourage racism. BUT! Its no use. Haha. After that sec 2s stay in hall for camp briefing. I wasn't really paying attention, cos it was like soooooo warm in the hall could die of stroke manzxzxz. Then faster went down eat then go up for MT oral with ''MARIAH'' xD Was waiting inside the classroom with LiQi, Christel, Derrine, Peixuan, Esther. So talk talk talk during the wait. But the guys from 2e1 were very fast, and that made me more nervous. I was like doodling on the board. And finally my turn. I read the passage. OMG! So many words cannot read, DIE! Then i heard miss yeo talk so loudly, then i remembered the word. Hahaha, can read alr. =D But conversation was sucky la. I didn't know how to say Public Place in Chinese. Then i stammered, stopped for awhile. OHGOSH! And finally after the whole thing, went home(:&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/4892230547302810031-7696096661801690111?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7696096661801690111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=7696096661801690111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7696096661801690111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7696096661801690111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/03/orals-are-over-ok-almost-late-for.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SbaDJAbvnjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MZUyztwyG9o/s72-c/n1259941360_1232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-3738320237403577648</id><published>2009-03-09T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T04:11:52.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Warehouses's warehouse sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, today's heading. =D OK maybe i should start with yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Alright i went to Vivo with sister and mom. She had to buy her dress for awards night. So we started with...erm...i forgot where. OK, but at least i know we went to WAREHOUSE after that. And i heard my sis friend say, ''warehouse got sale!'' and i was like, huh? ''WAREHOUSE'S WAREHOUSE SALE?!'' Haha, ok it may not seem funny to many others but my sister was laughing. =D Then we joked around. After that went to PULL AND BEAR. All casual. Nothing much for the occasion. So went to G2000, more or less the same. Then go to River Island. And then ZARA i think. She tried on a few, but none she liked. (For some reasons) And we went to many others some which i cant remember. But i remember we went to FOREVER 21. Stayed there quite long. Cos they try alot. I was waiting. Lol, OK, then went to NICHII. I kept joking with my sis. Cos we saw a blue dress. The bottom part was those like, erm, i dunno how say, but it would look nice when the person wearing it spins. So i asked her to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;And it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh jie! Buy this la! Then when you spin damn nice!&lt;br /&gt;Sister: No! Why would i want to spin during AWARDS NIGHT? What? Eating halfway then spin?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lol! No, imagine when people talking to you halfway then you suddenly spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... we started laughing. I had stomachache. =D&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then go burger king to eat. And HOME! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;Miss Tok's Birthday! Hmmm, MT, Huang laoshi is back! Aww, there goes our fun! )=&lt;br /&gt;First lesson she back, I was late for recess. -.- But nvm, I was in a good mood today. Had Geog, sang birthday song for miss tok. I didn't know she was so young till today. Anyways, Lessons were fine. Math, HOD came our class. Haha, the sums were easy. So happy i actually solved it myself! =D Alright, then after school had oral exam. Quite OK, I could at least ensure myself I would pass. Went home after that. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-3738320237403577648?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3738320237403577648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=3738320237403577648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/3738320237403577648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/3738320237403577648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/03/warehousess-warehouse-sale.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-4155919143915754405</id><published>2009-03-06T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T05:15:38.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a long day man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, i dunno why i felt soooooo out of breath during band today. Didn't even have the strength to lift up my flute. Damn tired. Maybe cos... erm, i dunno. -.- OK, so felt superrrrrr tired during warm ups. Couldn't even hold up straight for too long. I dunno what's wrong with me la, maybe im just out-of-energy. So yeah, kind of felt sad for awhile. But was quite alright later on. Had woodwind sectionals. Felt tired again. Didn't really feel like playing, cos we're practically playing the same part all over again. And i was sick and tired of the same parts. VERY. OK, then packed up around 5 i think. We were like being chased down to the foyer. But everybody seemed to be deaf, including me. =D Alright, so went down. Same old DRILLS. My legs were giving way alr. Really tired, and had to bear with it. Walked to central. Joked around with Joanne on the way. OH, and they almost found out my birthday. Till now, only ''ahem*'' and ''ahem*'' knows. =D Just hope they wont spread. Because, its very near. They will never know. heh heh. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-4155919143915754405?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4155919143915754405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=4155919143915754405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4155919143915754405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4155919143915754405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-long-day-man.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-8507216933630767880</id><published>2009-03-05T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T05:33:14.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite fun today. Lessons weren't as boring.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, especially HOMEEC. Damn cool. Got one video.&lt;br /&gt;From YOUTUBE about microbes. The songs were funny.&lt;br /&gt;Got back Lit and Geog overall. PASSED. Yay. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, i guess today's post will be short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-8507216933630767880?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8507216933630767880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=8507216933630767880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8507216933630767880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8507216933630767880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-it-was-quite-fun-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-9041927470397358531</id><published>2009-03-01T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T04:55:52.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PHEW, SLEEPY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I shall blog about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Went for band around 7.30.&lt;br /&gt;Thats when i left the house.&lt;br /&gt;So i probably reached around 7.45++.&lt;br /&gt;But the school gate wasn't OPEN!&lt;br /&gt;So waited.&lt;br /&gt;But it was not that long before it opened.&lt;br /&gt;Fall-ed in.&lt;br /&gt;Had to do drills.&lt;br /&gt;Damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;MORNING-DRILLS.&lt;br /&gt;Wa, cannot.&lt;br /&gt;But luckily the hall open.&lt;br /&gt;Then can go set up early.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, BLAHBLAH.&lt;br /&gt;No tutor for FLUTE.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad...&lt;br /&gt;Then band was over.&lt;br /&gt;Practiced so hard.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not really la.&lt;br /&gt;Then went for lunch with band members.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan was SUPER IDIOTIC.&lt;br /&gt;''SNOOPY!'' HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;OK, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;Showered and went out with family.&lt;br /&gt;Go KALLANG LEISURE PARK.&lt;br /&gt;KARAOKE! (:&lt;br /&gt;Sang so many songs.&lt;br /&gt;Especially my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and damn cold too...&lt;br /&gt;Then buy dinner and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 8.&lt;br /&gt;Went to LOYANG POINT around 8.50.&lt;br /&gt;Eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Was running late,&lt;br /&gt;Reached HALL 1 at 9.30.&lt;br /&gt;But dor was later(:&lt;br /&gt;Service was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Learnt many new things.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;Then took mrt to TIONG BAHRU.&lt;br /&gt;Meet family.&lt;br /&gt;And went for cousin's ONE YEAR OLD birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Super cute! But she was sleepy today.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Ate alot there.&lt;br /&gt;FULL! Then went home.&lt;br /&gt;NAPPED for dunno how long.&lt;br /&gt;BORED....&lt;br /&gt;Oh and internet's going to be cut off from 5th march.&lt;br /&gt;SAD... No more MSN and BLOGGING.&lt;br /&gt;STARHUB! Argh.&lt;br /&gt;No more channels other than.......&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE CHANNELS... wow...&lt;br /&gt;So not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;Will be super bored...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-9041927470397358531?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/9041927470397358531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=9041927470397358531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/9041927470397358531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/9041927470397358531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/03/phew-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-2784698190769513555</id><published>2009-02-24T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T05:05:13.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SaPtzmBoGYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7qkA6YFle4o/s1600-h/DSC00267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306346256609057154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SaPtzmBoGYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7qkA6YFle4o/s320/DSC00267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     Asri and Danish in the background trying to break out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SaPthQQGwuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MgfV1tfQceo/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306345941526561506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SaPthQQGwuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MgfV1tfQceo/s320/DSC00261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          Self-Practice!(: The Guy running away is HAKIM(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HELLO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just a typical school day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hahaha, had art test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Relatively EASY(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Should be able to score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Math, did normal sums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And recess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had english next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NORMAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And by that i mean Mdm nazeera not back yet ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OK, the rest of the lessons normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had assembly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Very warm in the HALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of course, Loyang what. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright, had a talk on the overseas trip thing.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to find miss aishah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today had choir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So can self practice.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then me, Lukman and ''MARIAH'' went library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rented lockers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cos they dun allow our bags to be out outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And dun allow us to bring in also. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lol, so had to rent lockers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sad, then put bag inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Waited till 2.30+.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then go music room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss aishah opened store room for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Set up instruments,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and went to classroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Started practising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chorale chorale chorale.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright,then Hakim joined,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then we went down eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Came back, and asri came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then Ryan. And Haziq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And Danish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then Fadhli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Joey, nasyitah, nadirah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sharlene, yvonne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow, noisy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But then all left to play tabletennis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then left we three and ryan again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Played till 4++.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then went back pack up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GO HOME(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had lots of FUN today(:&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/4892230547302810031-2784698190769513555?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2784698190769513555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=2784698190769513555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2784698190769513555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2784698190769513555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/02/asri-and-danish-in-background-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SaPtzmBoGYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7qkA6YFle4o/s72-c/DSC00267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-5061359366803985729</id><published>2009-02-22T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:23:38.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SaFRW6A08jI/AAAAAAAAAFo/G6f6fOKMtyI/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305611289990853170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SaFRW6A08jI/AAAAAAAAAFo/G6f6fOKMtyI/s320/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                         &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                   &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SISTER! Good luck for your B-DIV and NAG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                                  You can do it! Have more confidence! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                  And I wish you good luck in getting in for ARAFURA Games in Australia!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AHH, GREAT DAY!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, back from a LONG day.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8.10, showered.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to whitesands and took mrt to tanah merah.&lt;br /&gt;Almost fell asleep during the train ride.&lt;br /&gt;Super tired....&lt;br /&gt;Reached around 9.28.&lt;br /&gt;Dor and the rest not there yet.&lt;br /&gt;Waited, waited.&lt;br /&gt;TIRED ):&lt;br /&gt;Then went in after they arrived.&lt;br /&gt;Service was alright.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to lunch with some of the people.&lt;br /&gt;And went back to ws with dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;Go BK study.&lt;br /&gt;Concentrated for a while, but my mind slipped off to dunno where.&lt;br /&gt;Then back to WORK.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, dor could tell.&lt;br /&gt;Then waited for her friend to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;Studied.&lt;br /&gt;Go library.&lt;br /&gt;Another guy(moses) came.&lt;br /&gt;Then go KOPITIAM study. xD&lt;br /&gt;Some guy angry. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Studied, blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;Time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;Dor sent me to busstop.&lt;br /&gt;Waited... Talked with her awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Bus came, Go home!(:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, currently bored.&lt;br /&gt;And apparently, its going to stay that way. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I know i don't have to care about them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Because GOD is by my side&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/4892230547302810031-5061359366803985729?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5061359366803985729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=5061359366803985729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/5061359366803985729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/5061359366803985729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/02/ahh-great-day-hahaha-back-from-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q0VCWrmjzqI/SaFRW6A08jI/AAAAAAAAAFo/G6f6fOKMtyI/s72-c/DSC00151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-262445773535446369</id><published>2009-02-21T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T02:03:53.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WOW, AMAZINGLY TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OK, went for band today at 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Damn sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wasn't awake yet, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Joanne could tell. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then went to hall after set up instruments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Waited for all the schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then sectionals, which i apparently hate most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its SUPERRRRRRRRRRRR boring la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So tired. Felt like could faint anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And time passes SO SLOWLYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I waited for ages before it was finally 10.15!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SLACKED all the way. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After sectionals went back to hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time to perform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But as usual, LOYANG sure last one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hahaha, finally after all the schools done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our turn. YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Played SYF pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then had to play set piece again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TIRED ar! Tsk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But no choice sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just play lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sighhhh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finished around 12.30++.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then went to send the schools off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;STUPID Lukman, call me ''TEO MEI MEI''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAHA, i was chasing him all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The take picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went back to hall and packed the chairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wa, tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pespire like crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then finally everything was done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went back band room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Clean instruments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bad mood ar, everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then follow shuyi(teo) go toilet change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Followed by dorothy(tan).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went coffee express with band peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then walked home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Got a treat from BRYAN(alumni)!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It will be over soon.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-262445773535446369?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/262445773535446369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=262445773535446369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/262445773535446369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/262445773535446369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow-amazingly-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-2228227428306012695</id><published>2009-02-18T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T06:58:00.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SIGHHH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bad day i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmmm, but i felt energetic for PE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cos the sport for our class was basketball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha, Ok, just did some normal passing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BORING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then when finally over, had history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also boring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Each person from each grp go up present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I scissors.paper.stone with syahidah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I win. Hahaha, no need go up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then RECESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After that was EL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Relief teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We went to the library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha, read the HORROR stories book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not really nice la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kill time nia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hahaha, then had Science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YAY, i did my work.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But most of it wrong. Lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After school went for RED house meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BORING, shouldn't have went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then rushed down for band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And they still doing drills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hahaha, shouldn't have ran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then go band room, BLAHBLAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SADDED during sectionals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had no idea why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or maybe cos i just dun wanna say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then went back for combine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Packed up. then go get blazers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So warm... and tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And finally the tabletennis tournament ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They hogged the hall for sooo long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's time they went off.xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then after that waited. and waited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then walked with some band members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WAR xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-2228227428306012695?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2228227428306012695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=2228227428306012695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2228227428306012695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2228227428306012695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/02/sighhh.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-6117734675376799435</id><published>2009-02-17T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T05:52:40.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had normal lessons today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Damn lethargic for Mdm teo lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But i understood what she was trying to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then next lesson was Math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Damn funny i kept playing with the fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then they complain. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And those stupid boys go take my place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Teacher ask me sit in front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then i keep shouting ''CANNOT SEE!''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then ''Mariah Siti Fatimah'' keep laughing lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Crazy. Okay, then RECESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then had EL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then relief teacher came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Same one. Sian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then she talk about what ORAL thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then MT. Normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last lesson, science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I DID my work. ''WOW!'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hahaha, no la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I PAID attention actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And after miss neo left, the whole class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went into CHAOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cos we need to stay in class for assembly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And there was no teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hahaha, but something happened la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And i really think its childish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I already know what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But i think that its really immature lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nehhmind, i should not be blogging about this now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, END OF TODAY!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I really wished you did not exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What actually made you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;go around telling everyone about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Its not funny alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You made them get the wrong impression,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and you're actually lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Acting all innocent when its YOUR fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You can just cry and pretend everything has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;nothing to do with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And everyone would go all defensive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and start scolding those that ''made'' you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Like what-the-hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Grow up please? Its not nice to do those things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You spread so many things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;even to my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I really don't want to see you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I find you really, a hypocrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm really disgusted by your actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-6117734675376799435?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6117734675376799435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=6117734675376799435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/6117734675376799435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/6117734675376799435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/02/sad.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-2172497390143230398</id><published>2009-02-15T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T04:30:29.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY FIONA!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, back from someplace far, i'm beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i woke up around 10.05 i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Then rushed to E!hub as soon as i got ready.&lt;br /&gt;Met weixian, ryan and bryan at bowling alley.&lt;br /&gt;Bowled 1 game, then weixian and ryan left.&lt;br /&gt;Shuyi and Joel then came.&lt;br /&gt;Bowled another 2 games.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, Bryan paid 50 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;And got back 2++ change.&lt;br /&gt;Cos weixian and ryan didn't pay when they left i think.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went mac to eat.&lt;br /&gt;And waited for my dad and went GIANT.&lt;br /&gt;Bought alot of groceries.&lt;br /&gt;Then went home.&lt;br /&gt;Go swimming at OCC.&lt;br /&gt;Then head to Vivo City fetch sister&lt;br /&gt;And to Mount Faber Drill her ball.&lt;br /&gt;And headed to Newton to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, the fish is damn shiok.&lt;br /&gt;Then went home.&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9.&lt;br /&gt;Faster bathe then eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Just to realise that joanne and the rest not there yet.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, then i just go whitesands first.&lt;br /&gt;Waited, waited.&lt;br /&gt;Then go meet joanne at MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;Then go all the way to Paya Lebar.&lt;br /&gt;Took bus 135 to the place.&lt;br /&gt;And walked.&lt;br /&gt;HOT ah!...&lt;br /&gt;Then finally reached.&lt;br /&gt;After the service, ate free mango sago.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing, they were like funny.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, Then go katong shopping centre eat lunch/dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa, took bus 12 all the way back to Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;LONG.... But talking made it shorter,&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Finally reached home.&lt;br /&gt;AHHH, BORED...&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-2172497390143230398?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2172497390143230398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=2172497390143230398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2172497390143230398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2172497390143230398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-argh-back-from-someplace-far-im.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-8057045564649668153</id><published>2009-02-13T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T05:31:58.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had normal lessons today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lit for first period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then home econs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Had class test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Quite alright la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then RECESS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Math, PW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Did the project on the windows movie maker thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But mostly is derrine do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cos i was rushing out the VALENTINE'S DAY cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Haha, Wrote then cut...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Finally finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then help out with the research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After school was BAND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Played with joanne they all before start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then went up, fall in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Go band room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SECTIONALS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then go back band room combine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Played Scales with JUNIORS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hahaa, had to show them the fingerings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then i sit behind her cannot see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sit infront have to turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Troublesome la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hahaha, but at least she remembers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then combined OVERTURE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;CHORALE AND JUBILOSO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then mr de asked who was SIAN of the piece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and who was LOVING it more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Honestly, i was &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sian.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, have to try and LOVE it then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After that packed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Got sweets!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then walked home with joanne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bought  waffle, bubbletea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;GO HOME! Tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOROTHY: I Don't Like Mr Neo! Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saboooooooooooo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-8057045564649668153?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8057045564649668153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=8057045564649668153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8057045564649668153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/8057045564649668153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-had-normal-lessons.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-7766694712211584355</id><published>2009-02-12T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T04:34:59.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to post nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, felt lethargic today.&lt;br /&gt;Had English as first lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Nazeera went dunno where.&lt;br /&gt;Then won't be here for three weeks i think.&lt;br /&gt;Then had science.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't feel sleepy sia.&lt;br /&gt;Cool, i think cos i actually understood what&lt;br /&gt;ms neo was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa, then recess.&lt;br /&gt;Home econs. Had normal lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Just theory and all.&lt;br /&gt;Then last two lessons was geog and lit.&lt;br /&gt;WTH, seeing same teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, lit was ''okay''.&lt;br /&gt;Then geog, about land and noise pollution all that.&lt;br /&gt;Quite OK. Then school's OVER. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-7766694712211584355?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7766694712211584355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=7766694712211584355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7766694712211584355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/7766694712211584355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-too-lazy-to-post-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-2340738252517931773</id><published>2009-02-08T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T04:34:51.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Blogged:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;YESTERDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went for exchange program with Coral Sec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hahaha, there were many schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Including PasirRisCrest sec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saw Yanteng! HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then after each section were playing games,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went for sectionals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;BORING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Especially when i didn't know how to play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the scales. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haha, after that went to the hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Each school performed their SYF pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We were the last to perform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then after that went back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Debrief, then went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No mood yesterday)):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up quite late today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Left house around 9.10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then went to take bus to Whitesands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But 358 took sooooooooo long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Could almost fall asleep waiting for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay, maybe i'm exaggerating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But it WAS long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Reached whitesands around half an hour later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then took MRT to tanah merah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Changed, go EXPO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rushed to HALL 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Met dorothy there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hahaha, had a great time during service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was FUN FUN FUN!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Looking forward to it again next week.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then after the whole thing, go back whitesands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;buy food, and bus-ed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alright, that's all. BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-2340738252517931773?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2340738252517931773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=2340738252517931773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2340738252517931773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/2340738252517931773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/02/blogged-yesterday-went-for-exchange.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892230547302810031.post-4275651043758731039</id><published>2009-02-05T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T06:26:26.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HELLO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went to school quite late today cos woke up late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lol, standard reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay, so had lessons as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just more boring only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But home econs was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tested all the food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then smell all the products in the test-tube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But the bread thing was the funniest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everyone all take and eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then the next group not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Teacher angry, but she came back with more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then when all finish, Lukman go stuff everything into his mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lol! I was laughing non-stop the whole lesson(?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The next lesson was Lit, then geog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;OMG, It was like seeing the same teacher for 2 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The timetable is like screwed up man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then had band after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had to take the video for the drills thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was damn tiring la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And when im tired, i get angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And thus, shows attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But i managed to control la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;At first i thought like quite fun la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then go lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But then actually had to hold my flute for 30mins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;or more(?) And had to press certain keys some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Under the hot sun???!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was like WTF? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wasted my time for this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And had to take over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hate the whole drills thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then i thought after the 1ST HALF of everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;can pack up and go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But have to go down with instruments again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Damn pissed off alr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But since it was THE BAND, I just went down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had to memorise St pete's in 20 mins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was actually okay cos i played it before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But then wasn't that sure of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the end still have to rely on dorothy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've always been like that anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sigh... Then after everything went up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pack up and go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now my mom is like playing mahjong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hahaha. Down with the FLU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hate it man. FLU sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And not forgetting the medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sigh... Hope i can go school tml morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alright, thats all for today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;BYE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892230547302810031-4275651043758731039?l=futile-resistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4275651043758731039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892230547302810031&amp;postID=4275651043758731039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4275651043758731039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892230547302810031/posts/default/4275651043758731039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futile-resistance.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-went-to-school-quite-late-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yo! 7-up!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16496215781058813835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
