<?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-7074352195816852178</id><updated>2011-08-27T21:30:22.978+08:00</updated><category term='I&apos;'/><title type='text'>Unchanged.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-8777836156502793162</id><published>2011-03-16T14:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T14:48:59.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PEOPLE, stop cutting queues!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-8777836156502793162?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8777836156502793162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8777836156502793162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8777836156502793162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-5893491335382836687</id><published>2011-03-16T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T14:47:08.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time passes and people grow.&lt;br /&gt;It has been two years since Ive left primary school. Secondary three life is another hectic one but I have to admit that i've developed deep feelings for my current school. A series of things that i've gone through made me really a grown up. Oh and readers, im still as SHORT as ever D: AND I STILL LOOK CHILD-LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growgrowgrowgrowgrowgrowgrowgrowgrowgrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-5893491335382836687?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5893491335382836687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-passes-and-people-grow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/5893491335382836687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/5893491335382836687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-passes-and-people-grow.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-5625231997217647706</id><published>2010-11-30T15:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T15:45:11.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Distance is just a test to show how far love can travel."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-5625231997217647706?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5625231997217647706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/distance-is-just-test-to-show-how-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/5625231997217647706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/5625231997217647706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/distance-is-just-test-to-show-how-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-4627874276894068964</id><published>2010-11-30T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T15:43:08.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>Man, it's been a long time since i last posted. I suppose no one visits my blog even when i do post. HAH. Congratulate me if you must, this is the first time i did not lament about the kind of holiday treatment we receive. Honestly, i should be thankful and appreciative now cos' i cant imagine how next year's holiday will be like, but for one thing I know: it will be worse. Most probably extended lessons, homework and intensive practices for SYF? When 2011 arrives, we'll have a new class consisting of faces we've never seen before, characters we've never encountered before and schoolmates whom we've never talked to before. Oh well, we'll just have to be friendly. I hope 2011 will be fulfilling then! God bless all my readers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/TPSqVzIvIjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KTZ7r3I2Wj0/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 62px; height: 62px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/TPSqVzIvIjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KTZ7r3I2Wj0/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545244332680749618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/FENGXI%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-4627874276894068964?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4627874276894068964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4627874276894068964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4627874276894068964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/TPSqVzIvIjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KTZ7r3I2Wj0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-358465127263392302</id><published>2010-11-13T18:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T18:22:21.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NCHS' glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A piece of  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Nan Chiau High School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; will officially be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;SAP( special assistance plan) school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; in the year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so proud of everyone who had made it possible for this day to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nan Chiau high, it's your glory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-358465127263392302?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/358465127263392302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/piece-of-good-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/358465127263392302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/358465127263392302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/piece-of-good-news.html' title='NCHS&apos; glory'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-7988041273444761212</id><published>2010-10-27T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T13:25:22.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, people can't share friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-7988041273444761212?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7988041273444761212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-people-cant-share-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/7988041273444761212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/7988041273444761212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-people-cant-share-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-8355849111564962624</id><published>2010-10-22T12:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T12:35:32.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If i could throw all my worries and commitments away, i probably would. I honestly feel like studying right now. Every inch of me is desperate to work hard although it's way after exams. I've gotten all my results back. Satisfied but believe i could have done better, way better[provided i had threw in all my efforts and knowledge]. The year's gonna end soon, and i'm expecting a lot more to come when 2011 arrives. One more year to 2012, where I strongly believe that our Earth will not end up like it did in the movie. Haha. My first choice for the combination of subjects is Triple Science and Biology and chem as the second choice. Whichever path I might end up in, i would probably receive twice the workload I have for now. It's time for me to plan for my new year resolution. Well, there would be a lot for me to adapt to and i hope the motivation in me will continue to bubble!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-8355849111564962624?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8355849111564962624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-i-could-throw-all-my-worries-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8355849111564962624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8355849111564962624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-i-could-throw-all-my-worries-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-8829825282659461113</id><published>2010-09-18T15:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T16:18:51.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lines.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i wonder...&lt;br /&gt;why people try all their means to please someone.&lt;br /&gt;why some people are so demanding.&lt;br /&gt;why conflicts between people always happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few lines i would like to share since they always help me get through the unpleasant times of my life. To begin with, " we can never satisfy the needs of everyone, so just satisfy ourselves and our loved ones". This helped me to realise the limited amount of things an individual can give to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;satisfy&lt;/span&gt; the others, and as a result of this, we should probably learn how to satisfy ourselves first before trying to fulfill the needs of someone else. Then, you move on to satisfying your loved ones. I honestly believe that it is of no point to satisfy people who are not worthy of our devotion. Next, "as a human, we must learn how to give before we take", whenever we do something, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; expect any return. Followed by that, " we cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand" and i tell you , Randy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pausch&lt;/span&gt; was such a great guy. Sometimes, humans are put in circumstances which we are unable to choose or change , so what we have to do is to simply accept it. Accepting a problem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; surrendering yourself to it, it means to acknowledge the problem. When we accept our problem, we can then play the hand.  We can find a solution to the problem or at least minimise the negative impact of it. Then, " the biggest folly someone can make is to be continually that he/she'll make one". We should always be confident of ourselves, of our own abilities.  Lastly, " Brick walls are there for a reason, they let us know badly we want something/how raring we are to go to achieve something." In the life of every human being, there is bound to have problems, obstacles and difficulties. Sometimes we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; experience difficulties, but sometimes we do and they come in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disastrous&lt;/span&gt; threads. Persevere on and learn to be strong to climb over those brick walls. Brick walls arent literally there but, they are unseemingly powerful enough to block your way of doing certain things. Well, happiness should always be one of the top priorities no matter what we do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-8829825282659461113?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8829825282659461113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/09/lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8829825282659461113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8829825282659461113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/09/lines.html' title='Lines.'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-3409646668318205983</id><published>2010-08-31T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T16:58:52.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/THzEHPusAbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YmyVVn_tHAI/s1600/Dont_Worry_Be_Happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/THzEHPusAbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YmyVVn_tHAI/s400/Dont_Worry_Be_Happy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511495672755126706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally switched on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lappy&lt;/span&gt;. Well, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; been really fulfilling all these while. A couple of things happened in class. I witnessed people crying due to their results and  also due to their friendship problems. HA, I had a share of it too. But i must say, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; learnt how to be strong through everything that has happened. A really huge " thank you" to the people who cheered me on. really. I may have appeared to be indifferent, but i do care. Problems will be resolved by themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-3409646668318205983?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3409646668318205983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-finally-switched-on-my-lappy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3409646668318205983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3409646668318205983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-finally-switched-on-my-lappy.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/THzEHPusAbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YmyVVn_tHAI/s72-c/Dont_Worry_Be_Happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-7557160434933845217</id><published>2010-07-27T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:58:55.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No matter what happens, i'll stay optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;"Brick walls are there for a reason. They show us how badly we want something".&lt;br /&gt;I'll climb over the wall one day. Even if it isn't tomorrow, I will. I will climb over it one fine day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not resigning to fate for we are the ones who manipulate our own individual life.&lt;br /&gt;Every inch of me might be breaking down, but i will. I will be strong and learn to move on.&lt;br /&gt;I will win our friendship back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-7557160434933845217?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7557160434933845217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-matter-what-happens-ill-stay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/7557160434933845217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/7557160434933845217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-matter-what-happens-ill-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-926153488013759977</id><published>2010-07-25T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:03:10.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.&lt;br /&gt;We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.&lt;br /&gt;Your playing small does not serve the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that ot&lt;br /&gt;  other people won't feel insecure around you. *&lt;br /&gt;We are all meant to shine, as children do.&lt;br /&gt;We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.&lt;br /&gt;It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Our deepest fear is not that we're inadequate&lt;br /&gt; We are scared of our limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt; for everyone is limited in his or her own ways&lt;br /&gt; by God so that he or she will not be able to hurt humans&lt;br /&gt; What everyone is scared of is wat they're given&lt;br /&gt; the overwhelming power&lt;br /&gt; beyond what is limited&lt;br /&gt; Absolute power corrupts absolutely.&lt;br /&gt; When definite power comes, so does corruptancy&lt;br /&gt; It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens u.&lt;br /&gt; We're braced for what is unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yet little guarded of what is known&lt;br /&gt; For we'll never expect tat the light is the one who ends up hurting us rather than the darkness&lt;br /&gt; We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When we're feeling down&lt;br /&gt; and feeling&lt;br /&gt; very melancholic&lt;br /&gt; on the verge of giving up&lt;br /&gt; we ask ourselves&lt;br /&gt; What gives our existence?&lt;br /&gt; i can be smart, witty n positive in everything&lt;br /&gt; however, who m i if no one cares about me&lt;br /&gt; Who m i ?&lt;br /&gt; \&lt;br /&gt; someone deserving to be bestowed with such natural gifts from God?&lt;br /&gt; But deep within&lt;br /&gt; there's an answer for everything&lt;br /&gt; U're the child of God.&lt;br /&gt; He'll not forsake u for anything&lt;br /&gt; just like how a dog won't forsake his mother for her homely appearance; so does a true man who doesn't abandon his mother for her poverty.&lt;br /&gt; Your playing small does not serve the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that ot&lt;br /&gt;  other people won't feel insecure around you. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Keeping yurself in solicity doesn't offer u a step closer to solving yur problems&lt;br /&gt; There's nothing more devastating than deserting yourself&lt;br /&gt; Deserting yourself does not comfort the hearts of the masses out there ,especially those who truelly care about u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We are all meant to shine, as children do.&lt;br /&gt;We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.&lt;br /&gt;It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.&lt;br /&gt; Everyone is born to be special in their own ways&lt;br /&gt; just as children are&lt;br /&gt; We exist in this world&lt;br /&gt; not to suffer torments n be tortured by reality&lt;br /&gt; but to appreciate what God has given us&lt;br /&gt; Our personal personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's just that sometimes, some things are not fair&lt;br /&gt; BUT it doesn't mean that God has forsaken you&lt;br /&gt; But rather like u said&lt;br /&gt; the Brick Wall is there for a good reason&lt;br /&gt; to ensure we strive really ard for sth we really want.&lt;br /&gt; hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But rather like u said&lt;br /&gt; the Brick Wall is there for a good reason&lt;br /&gt; to ensure we strive really ard for sth we really want.&lt;br /&gt; hard*&lt;br /&gt; God is fair and objective.&lt;br /&gt; Everyone exists in this beautiful world&lt;br /&gt; as a result of God's hard work&lt;br /&gt; God wants us to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;br /&gt; When we appreciate ourselves&lt;br /&gt; and be thankful and grateful for what we've&lt;br /&gt; and whatever we're given&lt;br /&gt; we're actually inspiring more crushed souls&lt;br /&gt; people who lament at things they do not have&lt;br /&gt; Such Gluttony&lt;br /&gt; one of the nine circles of Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As we free ourselves from such meaningless pursuits&lt;br /&gt; we're actually helping not just ourselves&lt;br /&gt; as an individual&lt;br /&gt; but freeing others from their pain and sufferings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits: T-rex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-926153488013759977?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/926153488013759977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-deepest-fear-is-not-that-we-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/926153488013759977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/926153488013759977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-deepest-fear-is-not-that-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-4231081153873901206</id><published>2010-07-25T14:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T15:21:45.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25th July 2010, 2nd death anniversary (Randy Pausch)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/TEvl3hJVQeI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Y3L7gzq40ls/s1600/the-last-lecture-book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/TEvl3hJVQeI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Y3L7gzq40ls/s400/the-last-lecture-book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497740512088900066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        "Randy Pausch, you're incredible."&lt;br /&gt;Today's his 2nd Death Anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;Let's all pay our tribute to him by upholding optimism.&lt;br /&gt;"Brick walls are there for a reason. They let us know how badly we want something. Once we get over them-even if someone has practically had to throw you over-it can be helpful to others to tell them how you do it". I've learnt the biggest lesson of life through Randy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/TEvl3OrzL6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/mduLijcMM9k/s1600/1004rrandy-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/TEvl3OrzL6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/mduLijcMM9k/s400/1004rrandy-a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497740507133194146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-4231081153873901206?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4231081153873901206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/randy-pausch-youre-incredible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4231081153873901206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4231081153873901206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/randy-pausch-youre-incredible.html' title='25th July 2010, 2nd death anniversary (Randy Pausch)'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/TEvl3hJVQeI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Y3L7gzq40ls/s72-c/the-last-lecture-book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-6949725930654963310</id><published>2010-07-24T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:43:29.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I played. I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;I was genuinely happy.&lt;br /&gt;When it all stopped, I couldn't help but think of our problems.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't lie about my tears, but you doubted me.&lt;br /&gt;I know you want it your way. I know i should just let go.&lt;br /&gt;But, how do i let go when our friendship is permanently ingrained in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-6949725930654963310?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6949725930654963310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-played.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/6949725930654963310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/6949725930654963310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-played.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-8423100552284178850</id><published>2010-07-22T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T19:04:38.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i wish i ain't myself.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish i could have cared less.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish i could have been more insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish i could have been more sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish things could go the way i want.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish i didn't have to put up a strong front.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish i didn't have to screw up as much as i currently do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme ask you this.&lt;br /&gt;If you had to choose between your best friend or an ipod, what would be your choice?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone caught in a dilemma while answering this question should just bang yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, honestly, this doesn't require you to think.&lt;br /&gt;AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have an endless line of problems. endless,you know what that is?&lt;br /&gt;Problems which make me feel that I'm such a loser. Problems which make it so apparent that I'm the one who screwed up, that i suck big time. I've been bad, i ought to accept these as punishments.Apart from the worst obstacle I'm facing, i screwed up my maths test. I couldn't think properly, i just couldn't.  Randy Pausch wrote in "The Last Lecture" that humans have finite amount of time. He was dying, and yet, he wasn't dwelling on his mishaps during those last few months. Instead, he gave a last lecture to educate people and to inspire people to dream BIG. He didn't mind that the fact that he was dying, because he'd already delegated his task to his students. He knew there would be this one student who would pass it on.It definitely wasn't easy to sacrifice his family time out to do this, but he did and succeeded. Time is finite, and yet I'm devoting my precious time to dwell on the things I've failed to do well. I'm a big loser. I don't know what's going to happen next, but I'm tired of moving on. The challenges and obstacles that i've been facing since the start has wearied me. I am tired. I am burnt out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Mistakes are part of the dues that one  pays for a full life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-- Sophia Loren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Never give up on  something that you can't go a day without thinking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-- Author  Unknown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Nothing is predestined: The obstacles of your  past can become the gateways that lead to new beginnings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-- Ralph  Blum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.great-inspirational-quotes.com/imgs/spacer.gif" width="63" height="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-8423100552284178850?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8423100552284178850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/sometimes-i-wish-i-aint-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8423100552284178850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8423100552284178850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/sometimes-i-wish-i-aint-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-8043021495516230064</id><published>2010-07-18T12:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T12:40:40.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"When Can I be like Brian Theng?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-8043021495516230064?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8043021495516230064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-can-i-be-like-brian-theng.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8043021495516230064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8043021495516230064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-can-i-be-like-brian-theng.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-8199239756497341489</id><published>2010-07-18T12:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T12:24:37.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/TEJ-kUhkSXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iX3OlTmRVcU/s1600/Leehom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 591px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/TEJ-kUhkSXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iX3OlTmRVcU/s400/Leehom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495093657795316082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lee hom has a new album.&lt;br /&gt;(: The title in mandarin is 八般武艺。&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering if i could make a collection of his albums,&lt;br /&gt;and then i realised it's kinda impossible.&lt;br /&gt;He has too many albums ._.More than twenty of them.&lt;br /&gt;and he started off pretty early,&lt;br /&gt;I might be able to purchase his albums still,&lt;br /&gt;maybe online. maybe. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping he'll produce an English album.&lt;br /&gt;He has a lot of english singles, but not a full album.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, he'll be busy, directing and producing his movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-8199239756497341489?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8199239756497341489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/lee-hom-has-new-album.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8199239756497341489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8199239756497341489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/lee-hom-has-new-album.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/TEJ-kUhkSXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iX3OlTmRVcU/s72-c/Leehom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-1522986972917690774</id><published>2010-07-17T19:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T19:24:35.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Generation Leaders Summit at Montfort holding site.</title><content type='html'>Along with Chi ling and some of the excos, we went to Montfort Sec for the "5th Generation Leaders summit". I made new friends. Teee!heee.The best part of the entire summit was the president's speech.Their president was inspiring.He practically walked here and there steadily on the stage, like a veteran public speaker. An eloquent speaker. I MIGHT BECOME ONE ONE DAY. OR MAYBE NOT. Oh and the way the montfort councilors took their initiative to lead inspired us to a large extent. Most of us lack the initiative to speak up and lead. We probably lack the opportunity to train our public speaking skills or that we are restricted by some factors. In anway, we'll try our best, especially the current sec 2s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;" Leaders should have the ability to inspire."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-1522986972917690774?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1522986972917690774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/5th-generation-leaders-summit-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1522986972917690774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1522986972917690774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/5th-generation-leaders-summit-at.html' title='5th Generation Leaders Summit at Montfort holding site.'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-8750641971565834148</id><published>2010-07-11T18:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:39:49.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything has been going well and smooth for me. I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. The arrival of a Sunday doesn't quite appeal to me, simply because it's a school day tomorrow. School day= time spent to dehydrate your brain. ONCE again, dehydrate.Ever since school reopened, I've been awfully tired and i assume i was fortunate enough that not a lot of homework was given. My bed has been particulary seductive, and i don't see anything good impending. lol! Well, i have to bear with this no matter what. I should probably take some sugar tablets :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have to keep going on no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Fx.&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/7074352195816852178-8750641971565834148?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8750641971565834148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/everything-has-been-going-well-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8750641971565834148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8750641971565834148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/everything-has-been-going-well-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-6721551956414501998</id><published>2010-07-05T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:52:46.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somebody relive my tagboard ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-6721551956414501998?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6721551956414501998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/somebody-relive-my-tagboard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/6721551956414501998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/6721551956414501998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/somebody-relive-my-tagboard.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-1839855693420862140</id><published>2010-06-29T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:32:07.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hohoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. More physical conditioning today.&lt;br /&gt;Thought stretching helps. It did, but only at first.&lt;br /&gt;Then, it worsened.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting down was the worst part.&lt;br /&gt;Never thought i'd have problems sitting down.I really appreciate the days when sitting down was a piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Humans only come to appreciate when they are unable to do something they used to find as chicken feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/TCn1NfvOp2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/zSdWpTvhBns/s1600/Lunge-color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/TCn1NfvOp2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/zSdWpTvhBns/s400/Lunge-color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488187233134356322" border="0" /&gt;We didn't use dumbbells. Still, why would anyone want to do such a tormenting exercise? :O &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-1839855693420862140?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1839855693420862140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/hohoho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1839855693420862140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1839855693420862140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/hohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/TCn1NfvOp2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/zSdWpTvhBns/s72-c/Lunge-color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-6814349432985623500</id><published>2010-06-28T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:04:28.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lunge kills. It really does.&lt;br /&gt;Wobbly legs, and aching muscles.&lt;br /&gt;Aargh, life's not gonna be any better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEVER EVER DO THE LUNGE EXERCISE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really kills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-6814349432985623500?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6814349432985623500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/lunge-kills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/6814349432985623500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/6814349432985623500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/lunge-kills.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-4356747014971041574</id><published>2010-06-25T22:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T22:55:25.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The King Of Pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/TCTB-cPlO5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/P5YUGXhxxWo/s1600/MJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/TCTB-cPlO5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/P5YUGXhxxWo/s400/MJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486723524521704338" border="0" /&gt;The&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/TCTBZ8AOucI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KxiE7NCpRyA/s1600/MJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year since he passed away.&lt;br /&gt;Gone, but always here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;25 June&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-4356747014971041574?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4356747014971041574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-michael-jackson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4356747014971041574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4356747014971041574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-michael-jackson.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/TCTB-cPlO5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/P5YUGXhxxWo/s72-c/MJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-1772432112950383861</id><published>2010-06-21T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T14:30:03.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Daddy's day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/TB8GvfvZIDI/AAAAAAAAAIE/w2dBLh5vSVA/s1600/FD1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/TB8GvfvZIDI/AAAAAAAAAIE/w2dBLh5vSVA/s400/FD1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485110284204449842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Belated Father's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-1772432112950383861?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1772432112950383861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-daddys-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1772432112950383861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1772432112950383861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-daddys-day.html' title='Happy Daddy&apos;s day!'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/TB8GvfvZIDI/AAAAAAAAAIE/w2dBLh5vSVA/s72-c/FD1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-7287820496768155737</id><published>2010-06-19T21:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T21:42:51.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bang my head&lt;/span&gt; against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;What can be worse than this.Can you believe this?I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lost my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; touch&lt;/span&gt;. know what, just kill me.This feels totally bad.It's not that i got reprimanded,but i got it as a reward for my academic results.Now, it's lost.Gosh, i hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tampines&lt;/span&gt; mall.I'd rather stay at home if i could turn back time.It was really disgraceful.I was crying and walking all around the mall, asking for a lost and found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;. Like which kind soul would return it? Lost my appetite when it was dinner time. Lost the mood to watch movie. But, for sure, A-team is really great. My eyes are not in their best condition, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; puffy.Everything didn't go well today.The first thing i thought of was blogging.Writing out makes me feel a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" No point crying over spilt milk, at least we can see that you care, that you bother. Try again for your next exam, and we'll get one for you if you manage to hit that target."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-7287820496768155737?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7287820496768155737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-should-just-bang-my-head-against-wall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/7287820496768155737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/7287820496768155737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-should-just-bang-my-head-against-wall.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-3208791388939136452</id><published>2010-06-19T13:03:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T14:26:17.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I'm back from the council camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a big  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;" to the sec 3 excos for planning the  entire camp. I mean, it was great, there were times when things didn't  go according to plan but, hiccups are bound to happen. Also, the sec 4excos, for helping out in a lot of areas. Miss Pey, definitely, for  coordinating the camp and each and every one of the councilors who  attended the camp. I enjoyed the camp tremedously and learned a lot from  it. We really didn't take initiative, it was a disappointment, but I'm  sure we'll learn from our mistakes. Definitely, the camp allowed us to  bond with people from different classes and levels. Council camp'10 was  great and i really hope the sec4 councilors will join us for the camps next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the council family. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-3208791388939136452?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3208791388939136452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back-from-council-camp-big-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3208791388939136452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3208791388939136452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back-from-council-camp-big-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-1615557609650488477</id><published>2010-06-11T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T23:03:53.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am Random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my dad&lt;br /&gt;I love my mom&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:x choco chip bar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-1615557609650488477?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1615557609650488477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-random-i-love-my-dad-i-love-my-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1615557609650488477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1615557609650488477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-random-i-love-my-dad-i-love-my-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-2341146627579939910</id><published>2010-06-08T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T14:54:36.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The outside by Taylor Swift</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"The Outside"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I didn't know what I would find&lt;br /&gt;When I went looking for a reason, I know&lt;br /&gt;I didn't read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;And, baby, I've got nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;I tried to take the road less traveled by&lt;br /&gt;But nothing seems to work the first few times&lt;br /&gt;Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can I ever try to be better?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever lets me in&lt;br /&gt;I can still see you, this ain't the best view&lt;br /&gt;On the outside looking in&lt;br /&gt;I've been a lot of lonely places&lt;br /&gt;I've never been on the outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saw me there, but never knew&lt;br /&gt;I would give it all up to be&lt;br /&gt;A part of this, a part of you&lt;br /&gt;And now it's all too late so you see&lt;br /&gt;You could've helped if you had wanted to&lt;br /&gt;But no one notices until it's too&lt;br /&gt;Late to do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can I ever try to be better?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever lets me in&lt;br /&gt;I can still see you, this ain't the best view&lt;br /&gt;On the outside looking in&lt;br /&gt;I've been a lot of lonely places&lt;br /&gt;I've never been on the outside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-2341146627579939910?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2341146627579939910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/outside-by-taylor-swift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/2341146627579939910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/2341146627579939910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/outside-by-taylor-swift.html' title='The outside by Taylor Swift'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-7440880872462060136</id><published>2010-05-27T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:12:22.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anti-climax, a little.&lt;br /&gt; I HAVE NO LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;7 projects, approx.&lt;br /&gt;composition, comprehension, book reviews.&lt;br /&gt;Maths exam paper, journal, ws.&lt;br /&gt;E-learning-All subjects.&lt;br /&gt;History ws.&lt;br /&gt;Aye, i'll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TRY&lt;/span&gt; not to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less talk, more work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-7440880872462060136?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7440880872462060136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/anti-climax-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/7440880872462060136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/7440880872462060136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/anti-climax-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-8298312169195977990</id><published>2010-05-27T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:00:55.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I hit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bulls-eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;I want my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; touch. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty contented with my class position and everything(except the tons of assignments received today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Holiday assignments,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, there's still a room for improvement. A lot more, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;I'll work hard, along with everyone to achieve results which are higher than our expectations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-8298312169195977990?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8298312169195977990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hit-bullseye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8298312169195977990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8298312169195977990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hit-bullseye.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-4032944944164254155</id><published>2010-05-25T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:26:10.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>String practice today wasn't like the usual practice we always had. Apart from the fact that only a minority turned up, string room was exceptionally quiet today, and empty without the sec 4s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-4032944944164254155?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4032944944164254155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/string-practice-today-wasnt-like-usual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4032944944164254155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4032944944164254155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/string-practice-today-wasnt-like-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-3047518121273983732</id><published>2010-05-22T13:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T13:29:47.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TRIPLE SCIENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TRIPLE SCIENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TRIPLE SCIENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TRIPLE SCIENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;TRIPLE SCIENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I want to get into the triple science stream next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-3047518121273983732?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3047518121273983732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/triple-science-triple-science-triple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3047518121273983732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3047518121273983732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/triple-science-triple-science-triple.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-1877162891658471989</id><published>2010-05-22T12:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:22:10.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_dfHNQ8KzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Xi7dGY15F80/s1600/bullseye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_dfHNQ8KzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Xi7dGY15F80/s320/bullseye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473948449516563250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Results do not provide a certainty on how intelligent/smart you are.As a result of this, we shouldn't determine our competency merely on our one time results.To those out there who did not fare well for their mid year examination, do not be demoralized. Opportunities are there for us to grab, and when we fall, we should learn how to fall with grace. All of us have our own target/goals, and we pin high hopes on ourselves. That is when we find it tough to get back on our feet when we score despairingly low. However, no one succeeds every time. They learn from their mistakes. Definitely, when comparisons are made, you'll either feel inferior or superior. Being inferior doesn't mean you're lousy, and being superior doesn't mean you can belittle the others. No matter how well/badly we fare, there is always a room for improvement. It will be very sensible of those who did not fair well to start bucking up now, and not crying over spilt milk. Congratulations to those who scored well. In conclusion, our lives are full of ups and downs, we can only try to maintain and improve ourselves. Do not belittle others. who knows when you might be the one who needs comforting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-1877162891658471989?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1877162891658471989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/results-do-not-provide-certainty-on-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1877162891658471989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1877162891658471989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/results-do-not-provide-certainty-on-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_dfHNQ8KzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Xi7dGY15F80/s72-c/bullseye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-8601029181528550624</id><published>2010-05-22T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T12:32:12.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_ddYo40MdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FtcLTFdakvA/s1600/Photo0511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_ddYo40MdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FtcLTFdakvA/s320/Photo0511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473946549966090706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_ddYWK945I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iKKRKC1FUFY/s1600/Photo0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_ddYWK945I/AAAAAAAAAHs/iKKRKC1FUFY/s320/Photo0495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473946544941949842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_ddYAtg91I/AAAAAAAAAHk/8_6uZXxE0ME/s1600/DSC06622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_ddYAtg91I/AAAAAAAAAHk/8_6uZXxE0ME/s320/DSC06622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473946539181274962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_ddXzIwrFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Boclt4CRoHY/s1600/Photo0489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_ddXzIwrFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Boclt4CRoHY/s320/Photo0489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473946535537454162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_ddXXSf_aI/AAAAAAAAAHU/rC9HFrA9A6Q/s1600/Photo0502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_ddXXSf_aI/AAAAAAAAAHU/rC9HFrA9A6Q/s320/Photo0502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473946528062111138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few shots we took on the 20th of &lt;u&gt;May&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-8601029181528550624?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8601029181528550624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/few-shots-we-took-on-20th-of-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8601029181528550624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8601029181528550624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/few-shots-we-took-on-20th-of-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_ddYo40MdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FtcLTFdakvA/s72-c/Photo0511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-7877039714682830196</id><published>2010-05-19T15:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:46:54.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wang lee Hom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_OXF2J5b-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/NT5Cf-A4ANM/s1600/violin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_OXF2J5b-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/NT5Cf-A4ANM/s320/violin.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472884098877452258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_OP6k5Ls7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/_2hrGZMZ73Y/s1600/lalal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_OP6k5Ls7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/_2hrGZMZ73Y/s320/lalal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472876208683987890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_OPTrQMvVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/COZM9ktuUYg/s1600/wlh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_OPTrQMvVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/COZM9ktuUYg/s320/wlh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472875540376239442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_OPDKzzGeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/EmhfdBWESoE/s1600/wlh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_OPDKzzGeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/EmhfdBWESoE/s320/wlh1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472875256789277154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WANG LEE HOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I'm not obsessed with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he is great, isn't he.&lt;br /&gt;Looks.&lt;br /&gt;education.&lt;br /&gt;vocal skills.&lt;br /&gt;musical knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;languages.&lt;br /&gt;instruments-plays over 10 of them&lt;br /&gt;Personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything. he has it all, all perfect (:&lt;br /&gt;I came across this statement : wang lee hom, the best asian specimen.&lt;br /&gt;True enough, he's the only chinese singer I admire cause I seldom listen to mandarin songs.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, both his mandarin and english songs are equally nice.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. and his american accent :$&lt;br /&gt;*scratch my head* I think he only went to Taiwan when he was around 18.&lt;br /&gt;But don't you agree that he's such a great musician, one that people adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's an awe-inspiring musician.&lt;br /&gt;Check out his videos/ songs.&lt;br /&gt;Also, his violin performance if you are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_OPCu6lF9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/GTlppHdGWh0/s1600/Wang+Lee+Hom.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-7877039714682830196?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7877039714682830196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/wang-lee-hom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/7877039714682830196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/7877039714682830196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/wang-lee-hom.html' title='Wang lee Hom'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_OXF2J5b-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/NT5Cf-A4ANM/s72-c/violin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-319382007208916441</id><published>2010-05-19T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:09:40.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_OOq_migTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/trRz1YcDI7Q/s1600/Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_OOq_migTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/trRz1YcDI7Q/s200/Smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472874841464013106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mye is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;At last.&lt;br /&gt;not gonna dwell on my poor time management and everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-319382007208916441?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/319382007208916441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/mye-is-finally-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/319382007208916441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/319382007208916441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/mye-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S_OOq_migTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/trRz1YcDI7Q/s72-c/Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-2961896016379257577</id><published>2010-05-15T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T19:56:46.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-2961896016379257577?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2961896016379257577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/exhausted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/2961896016379257577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/2961896016379257577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-5892513659867891625</id><published>2010-05-13T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T19:57:36.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I screwed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The entire paper was completed, except &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; question, which accounts for the loss of my 10m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-5892513659867891625?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5892513659867891625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-screwed-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/5892513659867891625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/5892513659867891625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-6323261241676110120</id><published>2010-05-11T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T20:04:41.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's amazing how people can give assurance.&lt;br /&gt;When people get assurance from their friends, it makes them feel a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm random today.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good luck for all our Mid-Year-examinations (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-6323261241676110120?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6323261241676110120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-amazing-how-people-can-give.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/6323261241676110120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/6323261241676110120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-amazing-how-people-can-give.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-8580892290113015862</id><published>2010-05-08T17:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T19:59:02.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S-UyCWzp3_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/3zoqXJFYmyc/s1600/lalalal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468832338574696434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S-UyCWzp3_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/3zoqXJFYmyc/s200/lalalal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S-UxQHj6dZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YBw1eCowhF8/s1600/Threesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468831475488683410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S-UxQHj6dZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YBw1eCowhF8/s200/Threesome.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S-UxO0K6h9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/pOYwpHQ8BFk/s1600/Pair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468831453103687634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S-UxO0K6h9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/pOYwpHQ8BFk/s200/Pair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S-UxOTrNjZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2-kbmuupU1I/s1600/30235_392676619230_805479230_3913356_1824899_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468831444380781970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S-UxOTrNjZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2-kbmuupU1I/s200/30235_392676619230_805479230_3913356_1824899_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried for the skss students taught by Mr Seah( I'm not sure of the spelling).What is wrong with him.He comes to class, and doesn't teach.His irresponsible character has brought about a castrophe in the class.Most people failed the maths test, like zero upon fifteen.Not that they want to, but they are helpless about it.When they posted a question, the teacher told them to return to their seats.-.-. Well, even students can do a better job than him.I organized a mini study date today, and tried my best to teach them a little of each topic.I certainly hope they will step into the examination room with full confidence and put in their best foot to complete their papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-8580892290113015862?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8580892290113015862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/ahh-im-stuck-in-between-im-worried-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8580892290113015862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8580892290113015862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/ahh-im-stuck-in-between-im-worried-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S-UyCWzp3_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/3zoqXJFYmyc/s72-c/lalalal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-1787945312075798323</id><published>2010-04-21T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T16:22:21.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohwell.</title><content type='html'>I'm so proud of myself. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;Maths test was easy, totally unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;I understood how to change the subject of the formula.&lt;br /&gt;only at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;eleventh hour&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But. I was fortunate you could say.&lt;br /&gt;25 upon 25. yeah!&lt;br /&gt;No doubt everyone scored exceptionally high,&lt;br /&gt;it has been a while since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; scored full marks for a test.&lt;br /&gt;what a failure.&lt;br /&gt;There's this trend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; observed.&lt;br /&gt;When i score despairingly low,&lt;br /&gt; I'd motivate myself to work harder.&lt;br /&gt;To prove myself that i can do it.&lt;br /&gt;and it does help.&lt;br /&gt;However, when i score pretty high marks for a test,&lt;br /&gt;I tend to slack.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what should i expect my next result to be?&lt;br /&gt;It's unique how people react to situations, and the outcome is always fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-1787945312075798323?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1787945312075798323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohwell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1787945312075798323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1787945312075798323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohwell.html' title='ohwell.'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-4874503422817904206</id><published>2010-04-21T15:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T15:15:57.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S86kAra7vUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Scpt31mlkkI/s1600/Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S86kAra7vUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Scpt31mlkkI/s200/Smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462483729609637186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy belated birthday, Shao Yuan(bro)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Aloysius! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-4874503422817904206?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4874503422817904206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-belated-birthday-shao-yuanbro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4874503422817904206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4874503422817904206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-belated-birthday-shao-yuanbro.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S86kAra7vUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Scpt31mlkkI/s72-c/Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-6481242622796743568</id><published>2010-04-18T16:26:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T16:49:41.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;English oral on the 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of April.&lt;br /&gt;It has been ages since I last had oral.&lt;br /&gt;And apparently, I've forgotten all the points i need to cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ohboy&lt;/span&gt;. I'm the first to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Rah&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. ):&lt;br /&gt;Michelle's birthday-15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Riduan&lt;/span&gt; and Dian Sheen's birthday-17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;belate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;d bi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thday&lt;/span&gt;, Michelle and boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Next up will be my brother and Aloysius' birthday.&lt;br /&gt;On 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; April, and 21st April respectively.&lt;br /&gt;I might not be able to come online &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nowadays&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tags might be replied some time later, and I might not be posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Fengxia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-6481242622796743568?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6481242622796743568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/english-oral-on-19th-of-april.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/6481242622796743568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/6481242622796743568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/english-oral-on-19th-of-april.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-1944687977716014791</id><published>2010-04-13T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:16:45.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Good luck to all those competing for the nationals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-1944687977716014791?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1944687977716014791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-luck-to-all-those-competing-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1944687977716014791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1944687977716014791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-luck-to-all-those-competing-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-4366447207866422880</id><published>2010-04-13T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:09:13.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's amazing how we release our emotions&lt;br /&gt;. People cry to express their anger or sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was shocked when he told me that today was their last day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It came as a surprise, a heart aching one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't prepared for it, and practically took their presence for granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time i feel so attached to seniors,&lt;br /&gt;which literally explains why i cried so hard at the fact that they're stepping down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stepping down , not graduating yet. But still, I won't be able to see them as often as i do now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need all of you, in order to be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's not about the group not doing well, it's about having you guys by our sides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We might have taken many things in our lives for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, a little action, can certainly make someone's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-4366447207866422880?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4366447207866422880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4366447207866422880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4366447207866422880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-only.html' title='If only..'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-7158598318041293024</id><published>2010-04-04T14:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T14:57:19.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BAD NEWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fengxia&lt;/span&gt; has caught a cold, and is down with flu.&lt;br /&gt;If only those tiny winy bacterias can scram, cause they are well,&lt;br /&gt;making me feel ohsotiredandlistless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-7158598318041293024?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7158598318041293024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/bad-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/7158598318041293024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/7158598318041293024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/bad-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-3311331263235667332</id><published>2010-04-02T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T20:54:20.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sec 4s are the best people I've ever met throughout the levels.I truly appreciate the guidance and love they've showered on us.They are going to step down really soon, and I believe majority of us wouldn't want them to.In any way, good luck for their o-levels, and I hope they'll strive hard for the JC/poly they'd like to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Seniors, you guys are simply incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-3311331263235667332?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3311331263235667332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/sec-4s-are-best-people-ive-ever-met.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3311331263235667332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3311331263235667332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/sec-4s-are-best-people-ive-ever-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-5708743487079130950</id><published>2010-04-02T15:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T15:42:24.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, april babies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S7WeNuy3pUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8vI_f9EeLRk/s1600/Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S7We97ESn6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/xgMEZh-x5m4/s1600/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S7We97ESn6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/xgMEZh-x5m4/s200/birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455441310294122402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;April &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/4-Desmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;amp;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ing Fang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7/4-Tengda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17/4-Riduan(undies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20/4-My brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;21/4-Aloysius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday in advance to all of you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-5708743487079130950?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5708743487079130950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/54-desmond-fang-74-tengda-174.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/5708743487079130950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/5708743487079130950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/54-desmond-fang-74-tengda-174.html' title='Happy Birthday, april babies!'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S7We97ESn6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/xgMEZh-x5m4/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-7925155812578082569</id><published>2010-04-02T14:38:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T15:30:58.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about sharing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's pathetic how I don't even have a &lt;u&gt;confidant&lt;/u&gt; in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Could it be that I'm too finicky about choosing friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Or that I'm over-sensitive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well, or perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I need more attention than the usual attention people receive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;People are often in cliques, while i prefer hanging out in a pair, or threesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anything less than 4 but more than 1 is fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The unfortunate thing is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;when your so-called best friend prefers a clique to a pair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That's when you know you have to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; him/her with someone else, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;or i should say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;with a group of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The worst thing is. You feel helpless, but reluctantly accept the fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The problem which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;never fails to arise&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; is when a particular someone is being left out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It happens when grouping is needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;when people are paired up within the clique itself .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;yeah, no one ever gets all the attention .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But, it will certainly help if people try putting themselves into others' shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm just not cut out to be someone whose heart is big enough to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;when I already do not have a friend who will be alongside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm sorry. I know I'm a difficult person.but I'll learn how to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;" &gt;,and compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone be alongside me if lose my way and feel trapped?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fengxia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-7925155812578082569?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7925155812578082569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-pathetic-how-i-dont-even-have-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/7925155812578082569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/7925155812578082569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-pathetic-how-i-dont-even-have-best.html' title='It&apos;s about sharing.'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-5032081200310066932</id><published>2010-03-29T16:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T16:20:36.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S7BiYZ69_XI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jq7OD-ty8pc/s1600/Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S7BiYZ69_XI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jq7OD-ty8pc/s200/Smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453967320160271730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECOMMEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME SOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE BOOKS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-5032081200310066932?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5032081200310066932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-anyone-recommend-me-some-nice-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/5032081200310066932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/5032081200310066932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-anyone-recommend-me-some-nice-books.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S7BiYZ69_XI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jq7OD-ty8pc/s72-c/Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-3268734627316012690</id><published>2010-03-29T15:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T16:00:30.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Sotong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;PE today was about screaming and the producing of displeasing high pitches.&lt;br /&gt;The objective.&lt;br /&gt; the louder you are, the more points awarded for your team.&lt;br /&gt;Then the team with the most pt wins the activity.&lt;br /&gt;You may find what i just said wholly absurd, because it really is.&lt;br /&gt;We in fact, did screamed and yelled, but in the midst of our touch-rugby game.&lt;br /&gt;The reason why i wrote the objective as above,&lt;br /&gt;literally because we screamed more than focusing on the game.&lt;br /&gt;Still, the overall activity brought us tons of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I am a total blur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I took the lift, pressed on the storey 10 button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Lift arrived at the 7th storey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I went out, while two elderly couple went into the lift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As I walked towards my right, I was at a loss for 2 amazing seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The entire right side was sealed up due to the structure of the building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Then I realized I wasn't on the 10th storey. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I feel absolutely amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The commendable thing is, I told the couple that I'll take the stairs up, when the lift was also going the same exact storey i was going since i've alr pressed 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blur-like-sotong-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-3268734627316012690?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3268734627316012690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-we-replace-sotong-with-another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3268734627316012690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3268734627316012690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-we-replace-sotong-with-another.html' title='Hey Sotong.'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-413173698330034603</id><published>2010-03-28T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T17:48:33.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey soul sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Your lipstick stains on the front lobe of my left side brains&lt;br /&gt;I  knew I wouldn't forget you&lt;br /&gt;And so I went and let you blow my mind&lt;br /&gt;Your  sweet moon beam&lt;br /&gt;The smell of you in every single dream I dream&lt;br /&gt;I  knew when we collided you're the one I have decided&lt;br /&gt;Who's one of my  kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister on the radio,  stereo&lt;br /&gt;The way you move ain't fair you know&lt;br /&gt;Hey soul sister, I  don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeey heeeey  heeeey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in time, I'm so glad you have a one track mind le me &lt;br /&gt;You gave my life direction&lt;br /&gt;A game show love connection, we  can't deny&lt;br /&gt;I'm so obsessed&lt;br /&gt;My heart is bound to beat right out  my untrimmed chest&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you, like a virgin, you're Madonna&lt;br /&gt;And  I'm always gonna wanna blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey soul sister, ain't  that mister mister on the radio, stereo&lt;br /&gt;The way you move ain't fair  you know&lt;br /&gt;Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do  tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you can cut a rug&lt;br /&gt;Watching you is the only drug  I need&lt;br /&gt;So gangster, I'm so thug&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I'm  dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;You see I can be myself now finally&lt;br /&gt;In fact there's  nothing I cant be&lt;br /&gt;I want the world to see you'll be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey  soul sister, ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo&lt;br /&gt;The way  you move ain't fair you know&lt;br /&gt;Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a  single thing you do tonight&lt;br /&gt;Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a  single thing you do tonight&lt;br /&gt;Heeey heeeey heeeeey (tonight)&lt;br /&gt;Heeey  heeeey heeeeey (tonight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-413173698330034603?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/413173698330034603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-soul-sister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/413173698330034603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/413173698330034603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-soul-sister.html' title='Hey soul sister'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-4509418934225517568</id><published>2010-03-27T13:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T14:16:46.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing new on my tagboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The same exact thing I'd seen last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Each time I visit my own blog, yay no new tags. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not trying to be sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a tiny bit of sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results were announced on the audition day itself and 2A managed to emerge as one of the top 4s.The order of classes they announced weren't in any sequence.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to demoralize any classes. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;It was NC's 63rd anniversary ytd.&lt;br /&gt;Prize giving. Performance. Speeches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public performance on the 10th.&lt;br /&gt;Won't be performing, but still, excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FENGXIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-4509418934225517568?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4509418934225517568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/million-dollar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4509418934225517568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4509418934225517568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/million-dollar.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-1353362010279348149</id><published>2010-03-20T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T13:11:07.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>Feng xia is finally done with her homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(applause) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(a bigger applause)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, greattt. We weren't informed of the class cheer audition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(We happily took our time)&lt;br /&gt;(Took it seriously, but would have been more serious if we had known that Tues is the &lt;u&gt;Big&lt;/u&gt; day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are we going to get prepared in just two p.e lessons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only hope is to get everyone to rehearse by Tues or write a letter to request for a dateline extension.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-1353362010279348149?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1353362010279348149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1353362010279348149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1353362010279348149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-5275492864210772947</id><published>2010-03-15T10:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:43:22.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm left with a Wednesday, Friday and the usual weekends for r&amp;amp;r. As usual, holiday homework, but this time round, acceptable. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Happy Birthday, Shaw En.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(hope you like the muffins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Homework:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;1)&lt;s&gt;Unit1-comprehension&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;2)Unit 2-comprehension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;3)&lt;s&gt;Drug abuse essay&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;4)Longman pg32-33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;5)&lt;s&gt;Maths tb ex 4.3&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;6)ace-learning quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-5275492864210772947?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5275492864210772947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-left-with-wednesday-friday-and-usual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/5275492864210772947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/5275492864210772947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-left-with-wednesday-friday-and-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-3428432961796584469</id><published>2010-03-08T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:57:22.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S5T86YrkO-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/fbw2zFmAao4/s1600-h/pacifier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S5T86YrkO-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/fbw2zFmAao4/s200/pacifier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446255929385565154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want this. Lol. I'm not showing any biaseness. My mom's great, so is my dad and undies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-3428432961796584469?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3428432961796584469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3428432961796584469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3428432961796584469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S5T86YrkO-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/fbw2zFmAao4/s72-c/pacifier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-1448687258526496453</id><published>2010-03-08T15:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T15:38:51.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time, i had a dream.</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night, it felt so real, but when i woke up for school, everything was gone. First time in my life had I ever dreamt of something this real. It isn't about relationship, or something most people would be thinking. It was something odd, but somehow I wish i didn't have to wake up but continue indulging in my dream. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fengxia&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/7074352195816852178-1448687258526496453?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1448687258526496453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/once-upon-time-i-had-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1448687258526496453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1448687258526496453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/once-upon-time-i-had-dream.html' title='Once upon a time, i had a dream.'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-1172425938841904897</id><published>2010-03-06T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T21:07:18.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had tons of fun</title><content type='html'>I don't mind attending the MOE excel fest again next year. I had tons of fun, with the councillors, teachers, scholars and those who visited our booth. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-1172425938841904897?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1172425938841904897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-had-tons-of-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1172425938841904897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1172425938841904897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-had-tons-of-fun.html' title='I had tons of fun'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-8047338527271943695</id><published>2010-02-26T15:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:28:03.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-spider campaign</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I did something I haven't done for years.&lt;br /&gt;and that is , Joey and I tried putting on different dresses :x&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that we look good in them, you can say.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;You'll never want the presence of spiders in your room, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fortunately&lt;/span&gt;, I found one in my bedroom a few hours ago. Chasing it away/taking its life was a tedious work. I messed up my room, messed up the toilet and wasted an hour of my time before I finally took its life( without any contact with the spider). Killing it was unintenional, I just needed it to get out of my house, but oops, I killed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-8047338527271943695?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8047338527271943695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/anti-spider-campaign.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8047338527271943695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8047338527271943695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/anti-spider-campaign.html' title='Anti-spider campaign'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-8746851590249307973</id><published>2010-02-21T16:10:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:51:17.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S4Dz8KtiwZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JcAtrHxEEs0/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S4Dz8KtiwZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JcAtrHxEEs0/s200/l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440616564856635794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Phew )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;New year is finally over. It didn't turn out as bad as what I expected it to be, but that doesn't imply i'll be looking forward to next year's celebration..&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There'll be a sec-2 role-call tomorrow and yeahh,I'm done with the council tee-design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but unfortunately, we can't include the passion clap because it isn't official, i suppose. Beatrice and I got selected for the oratorical competition, and I know I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; do it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the stage, right before the whole of sec 1s and 2s, damn, my mouth isn't going to open and utter a single word. Well,&lt;/span&gt; when i was in kindergarten 2,I was supposed to give a speech during the graduation ceremony, and as a result of having made a very minor mistake of speaking at the wrong time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crud&lt;/span&gt;, I couldn't continue any longer, every skerrick in me demanded me to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shut up&lt;/span&gt;. I cried and embarrassed myself in front of the audience. That was how i got my stage fright. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;All is going according to plan. Trust that there is a bigger picture. Trust that life is unfolding as it should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-8746851590249307973?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8746851590249307973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/haha-phew-common-tests-are-coming-and_6950.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8746851590249307973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8746851590249307973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/haha-phew-common-tests-are-coming-and_6950.html' title='Green (:'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S4Dz8KtiwZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JcAtrHxEEs0/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-2119476186594309101</id><published>2010-02-19T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T14:37:08.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just listen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S34xAVgWmQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yGji41lr2nM/s1600-h/Just+listen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S34xAVgWmQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yGji41lr2nM/s200/Just+listen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439839281752742146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Just listen by Sarah Dessen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;"Annabel Greene looked like the perfect girl, the one who had everything. She was a model, a popular girl, with the perfect family. It all begins to fall apart when her sister Whitney almost dies from anorexia. Then, when Annabel's best friend Sophie accuses Annabel of trying to sleep with her boyfriend, when he really tried to rape her, things change forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Annabel returns to school the next year, everyone shuns her. She begins to eat lunch alone on the wall outside, with only Owen, another outcast, sitting near her. One day, when Sophie causes a nasty scene, Owen finally talks to Annabel and offers to take her home. They strike up a friendship and have deep conversations about music, which Owen is obsessed about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things start to get better for Annabel: she and Owen are a couple and Whitney is recovering. When one of Annabel's friends is almost raped by the same person, Annabel is upset, and after seeing his band at a club, she runs off, leaving Owen wondering what happened to her. He is furious and they don't talk for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, however, things are getting better. Whitney is almost completely recovered, and she reconciles with the sister that revealed her eating disorder. Annabel begins to become friends with her old best friend after a long estrangement, and finally decides she needs to tell Owen why she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finds him at the radio station where he does a show, and after a lot of persuading tells him what happened. He convinces her to testify in his upcoming trial. After testifying, things get much better for Annabel, and she is finally happy again."&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty nice book for readers who are looking for realistic fiction books (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-2119476186594309101?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2119476186594309101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-listen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/2119476186594309101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/2119476186594309101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-listen.html' title='Just listen.'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S34xAVgWmQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yGji41lr2nM/s72-c/Just+listen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-8768948525198350477</id><published>2010-02-15T09:14:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:28:34.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flawless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S3ig8OuIs5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ovS4vhJNoLA/s1600-h/design.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S3ig8OuIs5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ovS4vhJNoLA/s200/design.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438273506654073746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S3ikai8sZ2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/EMDVQMyjjkE/s1600-h/design2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S3ikai8sZ2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/EMDVQMyjjkE/s200/design2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438277326014801762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe this? Well, you have to, even if you can't. (:&lt;br /&gt;We got a mini &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flexi&lt;/span&gt; light for the prize, the prize isn't that attractive, but the glory of winning the competition is indescribable . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, this is the first time 2A has put in so much effort. Job well done ! Well,  the other classes did a pretty good job too, didn't expect 2A to emerge as the winner initially. Now we have to put in more efforts for the class cheer competition and hopefully, we can present our cheer flawlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-8768948525198350477?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8768948525198350477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/flawless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8768948525198350477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8768948525198350477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/flawless.html' title='Flawless.'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S3ig8OuIs5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ovS4vhJNoLA/s72-c/design.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-6530375139637013030</id><published>2010-02-13T09:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:06:43.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The experience on fri was a good one, tried having conversations with the old folks though it's pretty tough to.&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentine's day in advance (:&lt;div&gt;Omg, I dread new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;): But, life has to go on for that 3 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Well, I visited skps ytd and pretty much things have been changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Then, we(Adam, Halim, Si Jia and I) headed to compass for dinner and etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One photo I took :&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S3YH-YjSxhI/AAAAAAAAADs/0wtmhTT2H6w/s1600-h/Photo0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S3YH-YjSxhI/AAAAAAAAADs/0wtmhTT2H6w/s200/Photo0291.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437542368420218386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S3YH-YjSxhI/AAAAAAAAADs/0wtmhTT2H6w/s1600-h/Photo0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Halim with the willy wonka spects.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/7074352195816852178-6530375139637013030?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6530375139637013030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/experience-on-fri-was-good-one-tried.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/6530375139637013030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/6530375139637013030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/experience-on-fri-was-good-one-tried.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/S3YH-YjSxhI/AAAAAAAAADs/0wtmhTT2H6w/s72-c/Photo0291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-7860979715697724156</id><published>2010-02-08T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:00:04.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The r.w.s is cool. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-7860979715697724156?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7860979715697724156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/r.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/7860979715697724156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/7860979715697724156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/r.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-6965860050357614635</id><published>2010-02-03T17:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:40:27.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Danced.</title><content type='html'>We danced in class.The moves are simple, but the co-ordination was tough. Right, further practices are required.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;2A better win the decoration and cheer competitions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We've got what it takes, not mentioning the hard work we've put in (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;=victory&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/7074352195816852178-6965860050357614635?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6965860050357614635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/danceddance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/6965860050357614635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/6965860050357614635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/danceddance.html' title='Danced.'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-8783349843018053151</id><published>2010-02-01T16:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:11:17.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cny is a bore.</title><content type='html'>Ten of us went out yesterday for a movie and to celebrate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Soo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Peng's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday (: We caught the movie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Toothfairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Pretty hilarious, I mean I did enjoy watching it. Uh, it's gonna be a real stressful week because the tests are arranged on the week after, and revisions are obviously needed. " No more time to relax" D: Chinese new year is around the corner and I'm not at the least excited or happy about that.What's so enjoyable about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? You know, all of us will gather in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gran's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; house and my cousins will talk among themselves, and I will be so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;occupied&lt;/span&gt;, using my cell, probably messaging a friend? Right, the best thing about new year is that I get to keep the red packets. Most people get to keep theirs as well, don't they?so actually,nothing special. How I hope i get to slack throughout the entire new year week. Before i forget, we have to take part in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; penmanship on the new year celebration day itself. What's the point of doing that? I don't get it, but we all have to participate. Well, I'm really looking forward to attending camps, the past two experiences? Great. Wait, before I end my post: I love the school council, really. It kind of motivates me. Having piano lesson at 5pm, gonna go get ready. Right, I'll reply your tags as soon as possible. I'm pretty occupied this week and I might not have time to do it. But, I promise, I will (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-8783349843018053151?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8783349843018053151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-is-bore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8783349843018053151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/8783349843018053151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-is-bore.html' title='Cny is a bore.'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-26465848657290674</id><published>2010-01-29T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T18:34:01.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EEAAAAA</title><content type='html'>We've received our class tee. One word, &lt;b&gt;Awesome. &lt;/b&gt;Our design is pretty creative compared to the others we've seen.None of you feel offended, I hope.Right, we're finally done with 80% of the class decor. This is the first time I'm finding stapling a tough job. *ouch, my fingers.Lol .The decorations are certainly better than the ones we did last year. Haha, thanks to everyone who stayed back to help. I'm tired, and I'm lazy to move my fingers, so I'll end my post here. Enjoy your weekends! (: Don't forget to leave a tag before you leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-26465848657290674?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/26465848657290674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/eeaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/26465848657290674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/26465848657290674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/eeaaaaa.html' title='EEAAAAA'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-4704558519359427259</id><published>2010-01-24T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T15:54:08.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get well soon</title><content type='html'>How torturing is it to have a pimple in your nose? Aww ): Get well soon, undies. Hope to see you on monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-4704558519359427259?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4704558519359427259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/get-well-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4704558519359427259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4704558519359427259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/get-well-soon.html' title='Get well soon'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-1119082104848403185</id><published>2010-01-20T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:45:53.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All right (:</title><content type='html'>It's like a stone being lifted off from me; the test is finally over. It doesn't matter if I did well or not, well ,perhaps because I don't quite understand the chapter . Anyway, I'll work hard for my CA. Uh and I don't think I'll be applying for the IP after what Mdm Teo had said. All I have to do for now is to work my way through the O-levels( 2 years later).Adam, the juniors and I went back to Skps to discuss about the Grad dinner. The whole plan was screwed up, and apparently we have to re-plan the whole thing, but it's fun? I guess. ehehehe. I gotta go complete the ecareers qns now. Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-1119082104848403185?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1119082104848403185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1119082104848403185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1119082104848403185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-right.html' title='All right (:'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-783822650135433614</id><published>2010-01-15T17:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:23:48.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fererro Rocher (:</title><content type='html'>We had lunch together with the sec 1s(hongquan, yi keong,marcus, gerald and ka boon) today (: Pretty fun? Did our project and went to the basketball court near 201, but it was occupied . So, we went to the playground instead. Riduan and Weibin then came along as well and undies passed me the chocolates. (: Awww. thanks! I owe you one.  Heee. That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-783822650135433614?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/783822650135433614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-had-lunch-together-with-sec.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/783822650135433614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/783822650135433614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-had-lunch-together-with-sec.html' title='Fererro Rocher (:'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-4828276017495797190</id><published>2010-01-13T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:42:02.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10.9!</title><content type='html'>One more thing.&lt;br /&gt;I am super duper uber proud of Nan Chiau High School. The average o-level result is 10.9. We've improved drastically (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-4828276017495797190?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4828276017495797190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/109.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4828276017495797190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4828276017495797190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/109.html' title='10.9!'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-4333218152941585230</id><published>2010-01-13T18:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:38:16.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!</title><content type='html'>Happenings of these few days :&lt;br /&gt;I look horribly exhausted(you'll understand if I'm right before you).Well, mom and dad went to HK for some business purposes and we have to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;. No one's there to fetch me to school, to prepare for meals and to talk to ): aww. It feels horrible? I guess. I didn't feel like going home since I'll be the only one at home( ignoring my brother. He's always late.)Changed seating arrangement today. Stayed back in school to complete my homework. haha. Thank you seniors(riduan, weibin, yuan feng and some who idk) for coaching me (: oh, and Mr Quek. Direct Proportion? I practically missed the whole lesson and idk how to answer most of the qns. Pray and hope that I'd be able to understand as time goes by. By the way, mom and dad are coming back tonight. *wheeee* I realised something. The brother i know , and the shao yuan others know is of totally split personality? Lol. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wow&lt;/span&gt;, anyway, I'm off to memorise my presentation scipt and to revise for my science quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i forget, I wanna thank mf &amp;amp; her mum for the rice. I enjoyed my lunch (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-4333218152941585230?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4333218152941585230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4333218152941585230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4333218152941585230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-6451256391544717082</id><published>2010-01-10T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:44:15.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick one</title><content type='html'>Just a quick post.&lt;br /&gt;The sec 1 orientation camp was fun, and I've learnt pretty much from it. Thank you everyone for helping and guiding 1H. On Sun:Met up with Joey, Valecia and Hong Quan to finish our homework( Lots of them, didn't manage to complete them cause the councillors were on duty for both thurs and fri) Anyway, the meet-up was fun (: I need four photos( of the cars I like), and decided I'd probably get two from Aloysius's flickr. Credits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-6451256391544717082?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6451256391544717082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/quick-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/6451256391544717082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/6451256391544717082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/quick-one.html' title='A quick one'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-1218480446501637521</id><published>2010-01-02T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:59:32.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhum (:</title><content type='html'>I haven't been posting these few days. Basically, there isn't much to post. I'm stuck with doing my Za ji,  idk what to write. Yeahh, Aloysius and I have finally completed one proposal(game) for the graduation dinner. *cheers*  I don't really want the school to reopen, but I'm pretty excited about the Sec 1 orientation camp. Councillors would be getting to sleepover too. Hee. (: Happy belated 2010 !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-1218480446501637521?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1218480446501637521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/uhum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1218480446501637521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1218480446501637521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/uhum.html' title='Uhum (:'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-4368750991975087965</id><published>2009-12-29T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:17:03.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotties</title><content type='html'>They are so hot (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-4368750991975087965?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4368750991975087965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/hotties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4368750991975087965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4368750991975087965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/hotties.html' title='Hotties'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-5671915988472177095</id><published>2009-12-25T10:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T11:06:32.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a fun time.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was fun (: Initially, we wanted to organise a gathering, inviting most of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;skps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; peeps, but most of them weren't free, or some just aren't interested. Forget it then. We went ahead with our new plan. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aloy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I met at the bus stop, near to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;skss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and boarded the bus to compass. He was indirectly drenched because of me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt;, actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shocked&lt;/span&gt; to realise that no one was at the meeting spot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aloy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;zhen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and I called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amazing&lt;/span&gt;~ Both of them were still in bed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. While waiting for them to arrive, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aloy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I went to shop around compass.Got my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bro's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Christmas present, and followed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Aloy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to the car model section. I'm starting to like cars, probably influenced by the guys. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Met up with them, and decided that we'll go to town( Orchard area). Alighted at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Dhoby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ghaut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and walked to Plaza Sing, cause we went out from the wrong exit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Zhen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Jael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wanted to catch a movie, and apparently different movies, while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Aloy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I thought that catching a movie is time consuming. So, we decided not to catch a movie, and proceeded on with our lunch. We did have a fun time during our lunch time, and later on, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Jael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kept stepping on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Aloy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; slippers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I shan't mention where we went to. On our way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Zhen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; displayed his boxing skills(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and kept walking in a 'Z' motion with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Aloy&lt;/span&gt; in the opposite direction. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Also, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Aloy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kept making the 'meow' sound.  It's Christmas, and those people in costumes were giving out this mini booklet with the story of Christmas written on it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Zhen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Aloy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; accepted the booklets when given, and threw them away in the dust bin that was apparently very near to the the ones who were giving the booklets out..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Jael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I kept laughing on the way, and we followed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Aloy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to Hilton Hotel, since he wanted to spot cars. Unfortunately, there was only one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;GTR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In all, we spotted a few cars, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;GTR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;aston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; martin, and others(although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Aloy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; only took photos of the one outside Hilton, cause it's one of those cars that he would probably want photos of). When we were resting on the bench, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Jael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; poked the guys. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Next stop, City hall.We walked to esplanade, and while resting on the sofa, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Zhen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; made the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;thurd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" sound so loudly, that the passers-by turned back. He did it the second time before we took the lift, but this time, pretending it wasn't him, and all of us laughed silently, to play along with him. The lift dislikes us. We tried closing the door a few times, but to no avail, so we decided to just take the escalator. We stayed to see if the family inside the lift was able to successfully close the door, and Yes, they did. =.=  We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;split&lt;/span&gt; halfway through while walking cause they were too fast, and we didn't manage to catch up with them , so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Jael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; followed me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Suntec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and they met up with us a while later. We decided to shop for gifts, while they went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;carrefour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and met them at the arcade. Followed by that, we took '36' to Plaza Sing, while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Aloy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Zhen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; went back to Orchard to spot cars. On our way home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Jael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I helped a group of three foreigners with their way to the train that brings them to Orchard. Then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Jael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I finished our Christmas shopping in Compass before going home. My dad came to pick me up, and I couldn't spot his car cause someone bumped into his car rear, and there was a car replacement for these few days by the other party's insurance company. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm seriously not used to sitting in that car, but I'll just have to bear with it for a few more days. Well, I had lots of fun , and realized that a four-person outing isn't that bad either, in fact, it's easier and great ! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Ily&lt;/span&gt; guys. Merry Christmas to all ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-5671915988472177095?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5671915988472177095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-fun-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/5671915988472177095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/5671915988472177095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-fun-time.html' title='I had a fun time.'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-4784066466615854618</id><published>2009-12-22T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:15:07.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one and only Adam Lambert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/SzBjJxqbGRI/AAAAAAAAADU/_mTGmmczzuA/s1600-h/Adam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/SzBjJxqbGRI/AAAAAAAAADU/_mTGmmczzuA/s320/Adam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417939371327953170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone haven't heard of him? Haha, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go&lt;/span&gt; listen to his songs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="tracklist" style="border-width: 0px; width: 100%; border-collapse: collapse;" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top;"&gt;"Music Again"  &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(247, 247, 247);"&gt; &lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/For_Your_Entertainment_%28song%29" title="For Your Entertainment (song)"&gt;For Your Entertainment&lt;/a&gt;"  &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whataya_Want_from_Me" title="Whataya Want from Me"&gt;Whataya Want from Me&lt;/a&gt;"  &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(247, 247, 247);"&gt; &lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top;"&gt;"Strut"  &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;5.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top;"&gt;"Soaked"  &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(247, 247, 247);"&gt; &lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;6.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top;"&gt;"Sure Fire Winners"  &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;7.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top;"&gt;"A Loaded Smile"  &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(247, 247, 247);"&gt; &lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;8.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top;"&gt;"If I Had You"  &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;9.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top;"&gt;"Pick U Up"  &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(247, 247, 247);"&gt; &lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;10.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top;"&gt;"Fever"  &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;11.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top;"&gt;"Sleepwalker"  &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(247, 247, 247);"&gt; &lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;12.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top;"&gt;"Aftermath"  &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;13.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top;"&gt;"Broken Open"  &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(247, 247, 247);"&gt; &lt;td style="padding-right: 10px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;14.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: left; vertical-align: top;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Time_for_Miracles" title="Time for Miracles"&gt;Time for Miracles&lt;/a&gt;"  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-4784066466615854618?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4784066466615854618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-and-only-adam-lambert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4784066466615854618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4784066466615854618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-and-only-adam-lambert.html' title='The one and only Adam Lambert'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/SzBjJxqbGRI/AAAAAAAAADU/_mTGmmczzuA/s72-c/Adam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-3617921213642167640</id><published>2009-12-21T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:02:45.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So proud of FX</title><content type='html'>I did make some improvements in playing the violin. Haha. Pretty proud of that. I have no idea what to post, cause nothing much happened in the morning. Had string orchestra practice, that's all. I'm seriously wondering if I've wasted my holidays...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-3617921213642167640?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3617921213642167640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-proud-of-fx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3617921213642167640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3617921213642167640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-proud-of-fx.html' title='So proud of FX'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-3541909389007561135</id><published>2009-12-17T16:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:04:52.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we..</title><content type='html'>Sonia is coming back , and idk if we're going to fetch her. I hope we are though, haven't seen her for a pretty long time alr. On another hand, this could be a gathering opportunity. Since no decisions have been made yet, I'll just wait and see how it goes. Anyway, Imy Sonia !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-3541909389007561135?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3541909389007561135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3541909389007561135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3541909389007561135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/two.html' title='Are we..'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-2746493935659250737</id><published>2009-12-16T19:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:21:25.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Square one</title><content type='html'>Gained pretty much weight in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/SyjBjbvq_eI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZXfJB2oxLP4/s1600-h/sumo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/SyjBjbvq_eI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZXfJB2oxLP4/s320/sumo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415791366400310754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my appetite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-2746493935659250737?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2746493935659250737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/square-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/2746493935659250737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/2746493935659250737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/square-one.html' title='Square one'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/SyjBjbvq_eI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZXfJB2oxLP4/s72-c/sumo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-2065691048031444619</id><published>2009-12-16T10:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:45:14.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever is definitely a NO.</title><content type='html'>My dad is down with cough too. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Amazing~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 I hear coughs at different parts of my house.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; apparently, my fever is getting &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;worse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the clinic and the receptionist took my temperature. &lt;br /&gt;                                          Guess what? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;39.3°C&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;During the night, my temp increased to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;39.4°C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad then sponged my forehead and neck with ice water before i went to bed, and the next morning my temp decreased to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;36.8°C&lt;/span&gt;. I was perfectly fine throughout the day, but I just couldn't get into sleep. I tossed and turned, and only managed to sleep at around 0035? This morning however, my temperature increased to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;38.5°C&lt;/span&gt;. Oh boy, when will I recover? D: and there seems to be tons of phlegm stuck in my throat, and i &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; get it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, especially those who are going overseas, Take care of yourself, and have fun! Have a safe trip to and back.&lt;br /&gt;God bless us..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-2065691048031444619?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2065691048031444619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/fever-is-no-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/2065691048031444619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/2065691048031444619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/fever-is-no-no.html' title='Fever is definitely a NO.'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-3362238527380459160</id><published>2009-12-13T19:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:49:29.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK IN SG.</title><content type='html'>Back in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, the trip to Malaysia(more of KL) was pretty fun. I'm not feeling very well, so i shan't write that much about the trip. We stayed in Swiss Garden hotel, haha, the toilet is about the same size as my room.It has a bath-tub, the normal shower room, two basins and one toilet cubicle(w/o a door).We went to a few shopping malls: 1.Times Square 2.Mid valley mega mall and others. The traffic jam there was URGH. The hotel was in sight, but we were stuck at the road for about 15 min?We went to Malacca on the fourth day and had trouble finding a hotel. They were practically all FULL HOUSE.=.= Yea, and then we went for lunch in JB on the last day, and finally came back to SG. Everything went on smoothly, except that my mom, bro and I fell sick.Initially, my temp was 38.8°c but I guess I'm fine now. I did miss all of you though. *GRINS* Well, I'll reply to all the tags now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riduan: Tagged! hahas..cant sleep,so pass by [:&lt;br /&gt;Reply: LOL. haha anyway, thanks for tagging. UNDIES!&lt;br /&gt;12 Dec 09, 05:14 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIJIA: ! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Reply : Haha. &lt;3 too. ^^&lt;br /&gt;12 Dec 09, 05:14 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIJIA: TAGGED&lt;br /&gt;Reply: I think I'll go tag your blog now. :D&lt;br /&gt;11 Dec 09, 04:33 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bei Ting: Taggies!&lt;br /&gt;Reply : Thanks for tagging!Will tag your blog soon.&lt;br /&gt;10 Dec 09, 05:14 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIJIA: OMG! SORRY FX! ALL THE TAGS BELOW SURELY WASNT ME! IT WAS MY FRIEND, SO SORRY, FOR THE SPAM! i wont so bad de la, hahhah! ANWS, TAGGED! (: &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Reply : Haha, it's alright. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-3362238527380459160?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3362238527380459160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-in-sg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3362238527380459160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3362238527380459160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-in-sg.html' title='BACK IN SG.'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-3850551449618777274</id><published>2009-12-07T10:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:02:47.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is love so hard to find-Jesse Mccartney</title><content type='html'>I love the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;"Why Is Love So Hard To Find"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I look around&lt;br /&gt;Seems that no one's ever satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Could it be, that underneath&lt;br /&gt;We've all got something to hide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment we arrive&lt;br /&gt;We want to fill the space inside&lt;br /&gt;We all need to feel alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;If it's love that keeps us breathin'&lt;br /&gt;Gives us something to believe in&lt;br /&gt;Is it fear that makes us blind?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, why is love so hard to find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hear so much about it&lt;br /&gt;And we can't go on without it&lt;br /&gt;Let the mystery unwind&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, why is love so hard to find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is when you find it&lt;br /&gt;Even earth can feel like you're in heaven&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now, unlock the secret&lt;br /&gt;Help us all to find the hidden treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment we arrive&lt;br /&gt;We want to fill the space inside&lt;br /&gt;We all need to feel alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is love so hard to find,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why is love so hard to find?&lt;br /&gt;Why is love so hard to find,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why is love so hard to find?&lt;br /&gt;(so hard baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I'm never gonna give up&lt;br /&gt;'Til I find the love?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be searchin' the whole world over&lt;br /&gt;To find my love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-3850551449618777274?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3850551449618777274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-is-love-so-hard-to-find-jesse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3850551449618777274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3850551449618777274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-is-love-so-hard-to-find-jesse.html' title='Why is love so hard to find-Jesse Mccartney'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-4880311096849838214</id><published>2009-12-03T14:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:51:41.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planet Earth? Planet 51?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/SxdZT1hNEqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EAM-QryRk8Q/s1600-h/Photo004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/SxdZT1hNEqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EAM-QryRk8Q/s320/Photo004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410891674627674786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd December 2009:&lt;br /&gt;Took MRT to Orchard road with my brother to meet my uncle &amp; cousin there.On the mrt, there was this uncle who kept blowing his nose. EWWWW, and the lady beside her changed her seat.Went to the Isetan buliding to have our dinner. Ate Fillet-o-fish, and fries topped with seaweed. LOL. Then we went to queue up for the show, Planet 51.Why did I watch the movie?Simple, cause my aunt was given the special preview(I know it sounds wrong, but the ticket wrote SPECIAL PREVIEW.)tickets, and she wasn't free, so my brother and I went with my uncle and cousin instead. Uh, wait. The " door hanger" is actually the ticket, and the punched hole is to indicate that the ticket is used. Free seating, awesome. You get the best seat if you were one of the earlier ones. However, there are two rows of seats that were reserved. My seat no. was E16. Before the movie actually started, there was a lucky draw. You gotta stand up and wave once your seat no. is called, and they'll pass the gift to you. *Praying hard my no. wouldn't get called.* IDK why though. Indeed, my number wasn't called. Phew, and the movie started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot( from wikipedia) :&lt;br /&gt;The story starts with two teenagers being attacked by a "humaniac," a horrendous one-eyed monster that comes down to the planet to turn everyone into zombies and take over the world. Then it is revealed that this is a mere movie, though the plotline resembles classical 1950s science fiction films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the theater is Planet 51, a world populated by little green aliens that live in a society similar to 1950s earth. Lem (Justin Long) is a teenage alien who has just gotten a job working at the local planetarium museum, and everyone in his neighborhood is excited about it. His best friend is Skiff (Sean William Scott), a geeky alien teen who works at the local comic book store, and is a huge fan of the "Humaniacs" films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Lem gets home, he asks his next door neighbor and friend, Eckle (Freddie Benedict) about Neera (Jessica Biel), a long-time crush of his. His family is holding a barbecue with the neighbors, so Neera is there, but when Lem attempts to ask her out, he keeps being interrupted by Neera's hippie friend, Glar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a mysterious spacecraft pulls into orbit, sending out a blinking red signal. Down on the planet, under a hidden army base called "Base 9" (the aliens' version of Area 51), there is a basement filled with artifacts from earth. One of them "wakes up" from the signal, and is a wheeled probe with an AI named "Rover." It breaks out of the basement and escapes, off to perform its primary mission: find astronaut. It's secondary mission is to collect rocks, (similar to Wall-e gathering garbage for compacting). In leu of Rover's escape, the army becomes very suspicious of what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, just as the barbecue starts, a spacecraft similar to the lunar module touches down right in Lem's backyard. The astronaut (Dwaye Johnson) piloting it comes out, humming the theme from 2001: Space Odyssey, but as he plants the flag, he's startled to step on an alien "rubber ducky" someone left on the ground. Everyone stares, and the astronaut attempts to get back into his module, but Eckle is in his way, eager for an autograph. The astronaut ends up running about, shocked at the revelation that this is an inhabited planet. At one point, he gets hit by the mailman's scooter in the middle of the street and goes flying past the moon (in reference to E.T). He goes into hiding soon after, while the army immediately is on the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Grawl (Gary Oldman) is at the head of the investigation, and consults Professor Kipple (John Cleese) on intelligence about the "alien invader." The army then quarantines the area and has locals start a local "civil defense" force to protect the citizens from becoming "zombies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up at the planetarium, Lem discovers the astronaut is hiding there, and both are surprised to learn that they both speak the same language. The astronaut introduces himself as Chuck Baker, and he's eager to get off the planet and get back home in time for the Nickelodeon Kid's Choice Awards. It's then that Lem realizes the "alien" is no threat and decides to help him, though it costs him his job and a near arrest at the hands of the army. It soon becomes apparent that Chuck can't go anywhere near his module (which the aliens repeatedly call a "flying saucer,"), so Lem hides him in his room for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, Rover locates Chuck, though he has to sneak past the soldiers patrolling the neighborhood. Chuck is very happy to see the robot when they unite, though he tells Rover that the probe was not helpful in only taking pictures of rocks and not the little green men living on the planet. (This is what led to the misinformation that the planet was uninhabited). Skiff and Eckle are let in on Lem's secret, as well as two soldiers who believe that they are being mind-controlled by Chuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skiff and Lem decide that the people need to see Chuck as harmless, and the only way to do that is by having him talk to the press (who have been copiously helping feed the fear of the citizens). So they have the two soldiers smuggle Chuck to the comic book store and hide there while Lem goes to get the reporters. Before he leaves, Lem asks Chuck to help him with some advice regarding Neera, and Chuck attempts to use what he calls "the right stuff," to show Lem how to woo her. In his attempt to find the reporters after, Lem has to face Neera, whom he had a falling out with when she and her friends (including Glar) were protesting the army's treatment of the alien and his craft. Chuck's advice in winning her back doesn't work well, and there is still friction between the two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the comic book store, Chuck is playing with Eckle, using the whole alien invader theme everyone keeps talking about, while the "mind-controlled" soldiers watch and Skiff bonds with Rover. At one point, Planet 51's signature "rock rain" starts falling, and Rover becomes ecstatic, since collecting rocks is what he does, and he starts "dancing" in the streets (in reference to "Singing in the Rain").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Lem and Skiff's plans for introducing Chuck peacefully backfire when the reporters discover him in the bookstore and secretly film him quoting lines from "Star Wars" and "The Terminator." The broadcast throws Lem's whole world into chaos, and he, Chuck, and his friends barely escape the soldiers hounding them through town. They hide Chuck in Lem's room again, though it's apparent that things have become decidedly worse. The army sets up barbed wire fence around the module, and Lem is angry at Chuck for turning his life upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get even worse when General Grawl decides to set up a base in Lem's home. Lem and his friends just barely escape with Chuck before the general and his men search the kid's room. The group somehow manages to sneak Chuck to the planetarium, and while there, Chuck admits to Lem that he never had "the right stuff." He tells Lem that he was the one who had "the right stuff" all along, making risks and sacrifices just for a stranger. Chuck also shows Lem the star that earth orbits, and how the universe is so much bigger than Lem had thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, the army brings in vehicles to take Chuck's module to a secret location. Even the press isn't allowed to tell where the spacecraft is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lem and Skiff are at first at a loss for getting Chuck back into his craft, but then they get an idea from the comic book store. The very next night is opening night for a new "Humaniacs" movie, and there's a costume contest going on. Lem, Skiff, and Chuck disguise themselves as costumed fans, though Chuck gets accidentally pulled into the contest. As a cover for the army soldiers patrolling even the convention, Lem and Chuck go along with the contest. Chuck then introduces some new music as part of the contest and teaches Lem right on the spot how to dance. Things go well until Rover comes on the scene, and the aliens at the contest freak at the sight of him. Chaos ensues, and army soldiers are unmasking kids everywhere, since they now think the "alien" is among them. General Grawl and Professor Kipple are there, and when the general points out that the alien is wearing a "uniform," compared to the other costumed fans, Chuck's American Flag insignia is a dead giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck is captured and unmasked for all to see, and the General makes a great show of his disgust for the "alien." When Lem tries to defend Chuck and keep him from being taken away, General Grawl merely labels him as a zombie, and Professor Kipple announces that he will dissect both their brains. Chuck is not willing to drag Lem into this, so he pretends to "release" Lem from his control, and the crowd believes it. Both Chuck and Rover are locked in armored vehicles, and when the General makes it clear to Rover that he intends to take him apart, piece by piece, the little robot responds like a dog wetting itself in fear, only with oil. They're taken away, and Lem is proclaimed a hero of the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Base 9, General Grawl attempts to get some answers out of a handcuffed Chuck, warning that if he tries taking over the minds of the soldiers in the room, a chain reaction will set off and everyone will shoot at each other and possibly be electrocuted. Chuck accidentally hits a button and sets off said chain reaction, though he's not at all affected by it. General Grawl mistakes this as resisting his demands, and allows Professor Kipple to have a go at Chuck's brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lem gets his job back at the planetarium and gets to speak on tv, but he cannot truly accept the honor. He feels terrible about Chuck and decides to do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hotwires a car, and at the same time Neera comes and talks, admiring what he's doing. She, Skiff, and Eckle join Lem as they go off to rescue Chuck. However, not only do they not know where the army took him, but they feel they can't really find the astronaut without Rover, since he too had been taken by the army. But luck is on their side when the little robot shows up on the edge of town, revealing that he unscrewed all the bolts holding the armored vehicle he was in together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have Rover act as a bloodhound, sniffing out Chuck's trail, leading the kids to an abandoned gas station inthe middle of the desert. They explore, and Skiff sees a "Coca-Cola" bottle in an old fridge, though when he tries to take it, it's actually a hidden trigger that opens up the entrance to Base 9. Lem has Neera's friend Glar distract the soldiers guarding the base with his protest group while they sneak in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a laboratory, Chuck is strapped to a table while Professor Kipple gets ready to take his brain out. Luckily, Lem and his friends break in through the ceiling, using Rover to scare away the scientists, technicians, and guards. They free Chuck and immediately set off alarms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rover helps the group find Chuck's module, which has been placed in a hangar, but General Grawl stops them. He warns that if the "alien" attempts to leave, the entire hangar will blow, and reveals that the place is rigged with bombs. Lem tries reasoning with him, when in fact it's a distraction to set off the bombs and use the confusion to help Chuck escape. Most of the soldiers flee the firestorm, and the General is knocked out amidst the falling debris. Lem, Neera, Eckle, Skiff, and Rover all get into the module, but Chuck decides he can't leave the General to die, and rescues him from the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To escape the growing firestorm, Chuck pilots the ship up into orbit around the planet, allowing the alien kids to see what space is really like. Kiff, Eckle, and Rover enjoy the weightlessness, General Grawl realizes that Chuck is friendly and hasn't turned him into a zombie, and Lem finally gets to ask Neera out on a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck pilots the module back down to the planet's surface, and although the army is ready to shoot as everyone walks out, the General stops them and explains that Chuck is with him. Finally the aliens of Planet 51 get to see that Chuck is harmless and never intended to hurt anyone. He lets Rover stay and become Skiff's pet, and says goodbye to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the module is leaving, it's revealed that one of the alien "dogs" snuck on board.&lt;br /&gt;Fnished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i know this is crazy, but yea,those who have the intention of watching this movie can read this. It helps, doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;Continue...&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, my dad was there to drive us all back home. My uncle and cousin wanted to take the bus home, but dad insisted that he give them a ride home. As my cousin( p3)thought she was going home by bus, she gave me the " give me a kiss" look, and I gave her a kiss, thinking that we were going on separate ways, but in the end,we didn't. Went home, took a shower, and watched Singapore Idol. Charles was eliminated D: Yea, but it has been a great achievement getting into the TOP 4. Anyway, he said that that would not be the last we see of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd December 2009:&lt;br /&gt;A short post will do. Went for string practice at 9a.m.Thats all for now. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-4880311096849838214?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4880311096849838214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/planet-earth-planet-51.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4880311096849838214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4880311096849838214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/planet-earth-planet-51.html' title='Planet Earth? Planet 51?'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/SxdZT1hNEqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EAM-QryRk8Q/s72-c/Photo004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-6099935820681972437</id><published>2009-11-30T14:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:13:02.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhuh!</title><content type='html'>Well.. I haven't been posting since i came back from the council camp.&lt;br /&gt;What basically happened during the camp have all been written on B.W's blog, so I'm not writing it down.*Actually it's that I'm Lazy* LOL. Didn't manage to tear undies! But i made a new abang.Uh, the camp was an effective bonding session though.I love Group ONE. Leona is awesome, I'll have to tell you that. Don't ask me why XP.Oh, A Big Thank you to the excos, the teachers-in-charge and all the councillors who attended the camp. If not for all of us, it wouldn't have been enjoyable! Yea,&amp; i did enjoy myself during the camp although we only had 3 min to bathe.*Grins*. I'm now starting on my homework. Hope i can finish it asap. I want more things to be added into my life. It's too plain and bland. Mmmm, anyone knows what could be added?&lt;br /&gt;To : Juniors&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to those who have done well and those who might not have gotten results up to expectations. Cheer up guys. As long as you're willing to work hard during your secondary school life, everything's gonna be alright! All the best. Do tell me if anyone of you are enrolling into Nan Chiau High. Haha. Ily♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-6099935820681972437?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6099935820681972437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/uhuh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/6099935820681972437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/6099935820681972437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/uhuh.html' title='Uhuh!'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-6503768645752033165</id><published>2009-11-22T17:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T17:31:43.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;'/><title type='text'>Now and then.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/SwkEr06u7LI/AAAAAAAAACs/2Px2nH0lXCQ/s1600/images2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/SwkEr06u7LI/AAAAAAAAACs/2Px2nH0lXCQ/s320/images2012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406857978620865714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've watched 2012. It was awesome. Go watch it if you haven't.Plus, the ending song is really nice. Time for miracles by Adam Lambert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/SwkD1_8qRRI/AAAAAAAAACk/q1OUkDbl7HA/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/SwkD1_8qRRI/AAAAAAAAACk/q1OUkDbl7HA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406857053868803346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my messenger's DP to the one on top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been doing my hol work.&lt;br /&gt;Feel so sian at the thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to accompany me on one of the days during the hol to complete my homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i forget,&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I won't be home till Wed, 1.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, cause I'd be attending the council camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously clueless of what we're going to do during the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spy on Riduan&lt;br /&gt;2. Steal his undies&lt;br /&gt;3. Tear them&lt;br /&gt;4. Snickers!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Nah, just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Going to finish my packing soon.&lt;br /&gt;A big THANK YOU to those who have been tagging my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I'll reply to your tags asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-6503768645752033165?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6503768645752033165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/miscellaneous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/6503768645752033165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/6503768645752033165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/miscellaneous.html' title='Now and then.'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/SwkEr06u7LI/AAAAAAAAACs/2Px2nH0lXCQ/s72-c/images2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-261034067844224427</id><published>2009-11-17T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:21:01.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired. Lazy</title><content type='html'>Had fun today! :D&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, I don't feel like blogging these few days.&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-261034067844224427?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/261034067844224427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/tired-lazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/261034067844224427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/261034067844224427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/tired-lazy.html' title='Tired. Lazy'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-3103000873167940630</id><published>2009-11-13T17:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:38:43.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so suay. LOL.</title><content type='html'>I had a long day ytd D:&lt;br /&gt;LOL. went to school at 8a.m for councillor duty cause the NCPS pupils came to our school for a Sch Exp. Beatrice.w and I were late, and didn't dare to enter the meeting room cause Mr Tay was giving a speech.We ended up staying outside the councillor's room to wait for the speech to end.Later, one of the excos came to us and asked us to leave our bags in the room.We joined the rest of the councillors, and led the p6s around the school.&lt;br /&gt;Heard complains(a few examples) :&lt;br /&gt;1.Stuffy.&lt;br /&gt;2.No air-conditioner&lt;br /&gt;No offence, but i feel that the kids were really difficult to handle.&lt;br /&gt;*wonder how will next year's p6s behave*Hm. Well, and their teachers looked kind of...a DM look.Before we were dismissed, there was a debrief session.&lt;br /&gt;The seniors were humorous, especially Erica, Gerald(hope i didn't spell wrongly) and Jazin. *laughs*, and we played with the stuffed toys.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Jiawen. Sorry for making her wait like 1/2 an hour for me.&lt;br /&gt;Later on at 3pm, we went for string practice. The sec1s had to practise in the IT resource room 1, and I was responsible for the keys.&lt;br /&gt;The keys were handed into me and i actually brought them home =.=&lt;br /&gt;So i had to walk all the way back to school *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;I want my Oreo Ice Blended D':&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..It's indeed a long day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-3103000873167940630?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3103000873167940630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/suay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3103000873167940630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3103000873167940630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/suay.html' title='I&apos;m so suay. LOL.'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-4069343280415000081</id><published>2009-11-11T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:37:52.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kris!</title><content type='html'>Oh, and..&lt;br /&gt;do listen to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Live like we're dying&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. by Kris Allen.&lt;br /&gt;*BIGBIG grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/SvqFugDrpzI/AAAAAAAAACc/XJxXYqKKHww/s1600-h/f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/SvqFugDrpzI/AAAAAAAAACc/XJxXYqKKHww/s320/f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402777736910186290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-4069343280415000081?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4069343280415000081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/uh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4069343280415000081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4069343280415000081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/uh.html' title='Kris!'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/SvqFugDrpzI/AAAAAAAAACc/XJxXYqKKHww/s72-c/f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-7070255838632548016</id><published>2009-11-11T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:31:52.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This and that.</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to Beatrice.w in advance.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Haha. LOL. I'm so looking forward to next Tues, when i get to meet up with my PS mates. Hmm.It has been a while since we've last met up.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that the meet-up will be a success.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, String Orchestra for me not being able to attend the BBQ party.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, basically that's it.&lt;br /&gt;One last thing :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys for tagging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bei Ting: Taggs...enjoy ur holidays!&lt;br /&gt;Reply : Heyes, thanks :D I would. you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice: Tagged lar. Haha. See ya soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;Reply: Thanks for tagging. See ya !:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOELYN: boo yaya!!&lt;br /&gt;Reply : LOL. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V-ALARIE: i think i know what the 2 dates are, i guess?&lt;br /&gt;Reply: Haha, then just assume you know what the 2 dates are. Doesnt matter if it's right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V-ALARIE: NANNYYY;D&lt;br /&gt;Reply : I feel so old D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bei Ting: TAggs...&lt;br /&gt;Reply: Thanks. AGAIN. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlene: hello nanny! taggs&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Reply: Hm, hello! Don't call be nanny. D: I'll feel very old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bei Ting: Taggs...&lt;br /&gt;Reply : Thanks :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-7070255838632548016?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7070255838632548016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-and-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/7070255838632548016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/7070255838632548016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-and-that.html' title='This and that.'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-1819606849315025080</id><published>2009-11-08T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:46:55.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is boring.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to post.&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I visited others' blog, and they are all updated.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so I wanna update mine too.&lt;br /&gt;But..? I have completely no idea of what i can post.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Starting to feel that life is boring.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics of the song , &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life is boring-Cazals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much safer with your box, locked up inside your home&lt;br /&gt;Too scared of confrontation, too shy of what might be&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest triumphs or your fallen philosophies&lt;br /&gt;And so you stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepped out when you were younger, told you’re not wanted here&lt;br /&gt;Not like the other upstarts, hanging about round there&lt;br /&gt;And do they know you, I doubt&lt;br /&gt;They can’t help it but I can live without it&lt;br /&gt;Tell them from me, to shut their mouths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is boring,&lt;br /&gt;You can’t stand getting up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Predictable, repetition, you need a hand to change your condition&lt;br /&gt;What is the meaning?&lt;br /&gt;Of everything that you believe in&lt;br /&gt;Get up leave town, coz it’s your final warning&lt;br /&gt;Move to the city where life ain’t boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all so complicated&lt;br /&gt;Where do you leave your soul&lt;br /&gt;The place where you were born in&lt;br /&gt;Or where you want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suburbs don’t hold the answer&lt;br /&gt;Closed minds, forgotten youth&lt;br /&gt;You only want to reason,&lt;br /&gt;You only want the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do they know you, I doubt&lt;br /&gt;They can’t help it but I can live without it&lt;br /&gt;Tell them from me, to shut their mouths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is boring,&lt;br /&gt;You can’t stand getting up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Predictable, repetition, you need a hand to change your condition&lt;br /&gt;What is the meaning?&lt;br /&gt;Of everything that you believe in&lt;br /&gt;Get up leave town, coz it’s your final warning&lt;br /&gt;Move to the city where life ain’t boring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-1819606849315025080?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1819606849315025080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1819606849315025080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/1819606849315025080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-boring.html' title='Life is boring.'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-417228855589354017</id><published>2009-11-05T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:52:44.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>Searched for some ironic pictures.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Here's one :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/SvLmNY_MS9I/AAAAAAAAACM/ucjlh4rXEbY/s1600-h/irony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/SvLmNY_MS9I/AAAAAAAAACM/ucjlh4rXEbY/s320/irony.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400632020890831826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys identified the irony in this pic?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-417228855589354017?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/417228855589354017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/irony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/417228855589354017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/417228855589354017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/SvLmNY_MS9I/AAAAAAAAACM/ucjlh4rXEbY/s72-c/irony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-408938554176646592</id><published>2009-11-05T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:00:33.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basically, nothing much.</title><content type='html'>Basically, nothing much happened today.&lt;br /&gt;Had string orchestra practice from 3pm-6pm.&lt;br /&gt;Practised the piece, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Deerpath Triptych&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Due to some personal reasons, Mr Lim didn't turn up for the day, and we had to practise on our own.&lt;br /&gt;Heavy downpour...&lt;br /&gt;So, Jiawen and I decided to take a cab home.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, and we deliberately did not flag for the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;*we assumed that the other party would take her initiative to flag for it, but we just arent the ones who would*&lt;br /&gt;Reached home.&lt;br /&gt;Went down to meet up with Anna after leaving my violin and bag at home.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.I have a feeling that I'm going to rot at home tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;B.O.R.E.D&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-408938554176646592?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/408938554176646592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/basically-nothing-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/408938554176646592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/408938554176646592'/><link rel='alternate' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/Su_8wcwsxfI/AAAAAAAAACE/3H5I3CqzS2I/s1600-h/Bored-Baby-1284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/Su_8wcwsxfI/AAAAAAAAACE/3H5I3CqzS2I/s320/Bored-Baby-1284.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399812387524888050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-2269044275209257099?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2269044275209257099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/2269044275209257099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/2269044275209257099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/bored.html' title='B.O.R.E.D.'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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/_Rnzr_cGjTF4/Su_8wcwsxfI/AAAAAAAAACE/3H5I3CqzS2I/s72-c/Bored-Baby-1284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074352195816852178.post-4932921315816570667</id><published>2009-11-01T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:40:31.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can anyone tell me what i should do now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm apparently very bored.&lt;br /&gt;:\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-4932921315816570667?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4932921315816570667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-anyone-tell-me-what-i-should-do-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4932921315816570667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4932921315816570667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-anyone-tell-me-what-i-should-do-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-4810242331453161970</id><published>2009-10-31T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:47:43.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil quote</title><content type='html'>The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched.They must be felt with the heart'-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Helen Keller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-4810242331453161970?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4810242331453161970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/10/lil-quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4810242331453161970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/4810242331453161970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/10/lil-quote.html' title='Lil quote'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-903183095818115861</id><published>2009-10-31T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:42:01.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it.</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I wanna apologise to Syazwani for breaking my promise. :/&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not watching "This Is It" with you.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, i watched it with my family today.&lt;br /&gt;Went to grandma's house, followed by Tiong Bahru Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly, i saw Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. yeap. &lt;br /&gt;Bought popcorns and went into the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt really like a movie, just scenes of Michael and the dancers rehearsing.&lt;br /&gt;All of them were AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;Found out that Michael Jackson had a pet phrase.&lt;br /&gt;" God bless you" haha.&lt;br /&gt;Through this movie, you can somehow understand what kind of a person Michael was.&lt;br /&gt;He was a modest, kind, talented and a lovely man who deserved all our respects.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the king of pop has left us. However, he'll always be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;Umm. thats all for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-903183095818115861?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/903183095818115861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/903183095818115861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/903183095818115861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-it.html' title='This is it.'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-3553013569719225720</id><published>2009-10-29T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:18:28.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed up</title><content type='html'>Tired &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressured &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upset &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically...&lt;br /&gt;My mood today was all &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;screwed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-3553013569719225720?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3553013569719225720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/10/tired-pressured-upset-angry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3553013569719225720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3553013569719225720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/10/tired-pressured-upset-angry.html' title='screwed up'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-298588244235423186</id><published>2009-10-28T10:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:25:28.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil things</title><content type='html'>Had Student forum today :D&lt;br /&gt;and I'm really bored.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to Friday.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. the alumni meet-up.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;Loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-298588244235423186?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/298588244235423186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/10/lil-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/298588244235423186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/298588244235423186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/10/lil-things.html' title='Lil things'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-3390341886118973673</id><published>2009-10-25T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T14:19:05.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What more do you want from us?</title><content type='html'>Actually... i like studying.&lt;br /&gt;Just not in this school.&lt;br /&gt;Feel so&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tired&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lazy &lt;/span&gt;at the thought of having to go back school for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt; during the hols.&lt;br /&gt;:\ mm..&lt;br /&gt;" Why can't a holiday be relaxing? "&lt;br /&gt;" Why must there be homework?"&lt;br /&gt;" Why do we have to go back to school since it's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;holiday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition of the word " holiday" :&lt;br /&gt;1.a day on which one is exempt from work&lt;br /&gt;2.a period of exemption or relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically, all the schools that don't allow students to be exempted from work are schools that don't understand what holiday is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do students do?&lt;br /&gt;1.Study&lt;br /&gt;2.study&lt;br /&gt;3.study&lt;br /&gt;4.study&lt;br /&gt;and so on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's merely a two-months holiday, what more do u want from us?&lt;br /&gt;Study again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-3390341886118973673?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3390341886118973673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-more-do-you-want-from-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3390341886118973673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/3390341886118973673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-more-do-you-want-from-us.html' title='What more do you want from us?'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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-7074352195816852178.post-2700903804575136437</id><published>2009-10-20T17:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:10:00.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sch sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Hate School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fengxia&lt;br /&gt;*feels like protesting*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074352195816852178-2700903804575136437?l=times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2700903804575136437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/10/sch-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/2700903804575136437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7074352195816852178/posts/default/2700903804575136437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://times-when-im-with-you.blogspot.com/2009/10/sch-sucks.html' title='Sch sucks.'/><author><name>Feng Xia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712859715463278779</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>
