<?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-15214906</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:39:26.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-115554322370684846</id><published>2006-08-14T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T16:13:43.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Shit god dammit! i cant even believe my ears! my grandma passed away?! (mother's side de)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i mean, i know she has diabetis and for the last two years, she has been going into hospitals quite often. but so soon?! its just like "hello?! impossible lar!" hey its like what the fuck?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;one minute, i was happily shopping with jie ying, saying all sorts of lame crap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;the next minute, i was walking home, munching happily on my bread...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;then, the next minute, my dad comes home at the same time as me and say "something crop up at your grandma's house. she passed on..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i was like "huh?! say that again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;yeah, i know me and my mother's side de grandma not so close. but i remember whenever i go down to her house, she would secretly give me and my younger brother money. then ask us to go and buy something that we like to eat. yes, i know that we dont chat often, but she always ask about us when we go down to her house, like "ni1 hao3 ma1?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i feel so cheated. how could god do this?! this year already 2 person that i know pass away le! and to think that about three or four years ago, my aunt passed away. we didnt dare tell our grandma cause we were afraid she will shocked, then may affect her health. i nvr see my mother's side de grandpa before. heard from my mum he died of throat cancer when my mum only pri 4. so poor thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;let us all pray. that my grandma rest in peace. and enjoy afterlife with my grandpa and aunt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next thing, i shall use a different colour to type...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really scared one day, my father's side de grandma and grandpa will pass away. cause i am closer to them, go down to their house almost every week. plus their cooking, is wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if they do pass on what day (touch wood) i think i'll literally break down. all my loved ones going to heaven, leaving me behind to suffer. i also even more afraid that my dog will pass on one day. wah, i will cry till i also die with her. she damn cute, so innocent, always make me smile even if i am angry or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is: everyone who is close to me, i love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am afraid one day, i wouldnt get the chance to say it anymore. seriously. this life and death cycle is getting too much. just a joke: "at least wait till after chinese new year?!" lol, not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to post a story i thought really damn meaningful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Some of the most poignant moments I spend as a veterinarian are those spent with my clients assisting the transition of my animal patients from this world to the next. When living becomes a burden, whether from pain or loss of normal functions, I can help a family by ensuring that their beloved pet has an easy passing. Making this final decision is painful, and I have often felt powerless to comfort the grieving owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;That was before I met Shane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I had been called to examine a ten-year-old blue heeler named Belker who had developed a serious health problem. The dog's owners; Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker and they were hoping for a miracle. I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family there were no miracles left for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for the four-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt Shane could learn something from the experience. The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on.Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, "I know why."Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me - I'd never heard a more comforting explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;He said, "Everybody is born so that they can learn how to live a good life - like loving everybody and being nice, right?" The four-year-old continued, "Well, animals already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-115554322370684846?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/115554322370684846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=115554322370684846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/115554322370684846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/115554322370684846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/08/shit-god-dammit-i-cant-even-believe-my.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-115544390875661532</id><published>2006-08-13T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T12:38:28.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yesterday we had flag day. wah lao, go sengkang there early in the morning so deserted de feeling. the compass point there the shops all havent open then no one was there. then my group got me, nicole &amp; brendan, and we dunno sengkang very well. so we anyhow got to rivervale plaza, the market there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at there, we got about one quarter tin full each, then there began to get lesser and lesser people, so i decided we ought to change place. then i call "hq" and joanna told me to go to serangoon north. then me, nicole and brendan had to take bus back to sengkang bus interchange cause rivervale plaza there nearby de bus stop dont have bus go to serangoon north...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then we spent lots of time travelling back to sengkang and to serangoon north. then we dunno where to alight, so anyhow saw a signboard say "Serangoon North Ave 1" then we alighted. budden realised we were far away from any shops. there so deserted, all terrece houses. we walked like siao then we were thinking, maybe we were lost le. so we began to chat while walking (me and nicole chatted, brendan very quiet) then we took brendan's umbrella at one point of time =) to shade ourselves from the sun, and brendan insists that he dont need the umbrella, so me and nicole use only =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;after that at serangoon north everyone was tired le. i asked them walk walk ask for donations, so we walk until the 4D/toto shop there, wah! damn lots of people donate kays. so nice of them =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then we walked 3 rounds and the two juniors i think they exhausted le lar, keep asking "can stop le mah?" then i gave them 5 minutes to rest, sit down lar, at the playground there. hahas. after that i collected some more around there while they had their rest. then we go 2 more rounds and then time's up le, go back to school. my tin still damn empty. sian. lol, who ask us to get lost in serangoon north, plus spend so much time travelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;now really sian, today morning so early kena my dad playing with my dog woken up. hais, now i nothing to do. tada, gtg. maybe i blog later again ba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-115544390875661532?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/115544390875661532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=115544390875661532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/115544390875661532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/115544390875661532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/08/yesterday-we-had-flag-day.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-115520898475509831</id><published>2006-08-10T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T19:23:04.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after ages have passed, i finally decided its time to change my blogskin. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this one is nice... sunset. hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now really sian, havent studied for a maths, and i dont think i have time to do so anyway. tml got st john training (once again) and i havent iron my uniform and polish my boots. so sian. dont feel like doing anything. if not for the a maths test tml, i will most probably skip school. feeling really tired. just now my bro asked me to play tennis with him. although i dunno how to play, i had to accompany him, in order to shut him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now really tired out lar. my friend went for national camp leh. if i had known got people that i know go national camp as well, i may just disobey my parents and go le lor. now my friend go national camp, so 1 less person whom i can sms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 less person to sms = i'll get more bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais, nothing to do. i just dont wanna stop typing or i'll really be left with nothing to do! hais. sometimes, i really wanna say whats inside of me: my inner thoughts. budden... nvrmind, no one would understand them anyway, so i nvr really said whatever i truely think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala, really getting nowhere, this post is totally crap lar! hahas. maybe next time i should upload the pics of the fireworks i watched the day before yesterday (8.8.06) then can let people enjoy the beautiful fireworks, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya, really nothing to write le. i think i'll go and find out tml de training details ba. so long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-115520898475509831?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/115520898475509831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=115520898475509831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/115520898475509831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/115520898475509831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/08/after-ages-have-passed-i-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-115510257110509608</id><published>2006-08-09T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T13:49:31.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lol. today is national day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I GOT NOTHING TO DO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;now at home, feeling so bored. maybe later i should cycle to Bishan park? i dunno. my bro says my mum sure wont let us cycle all the way there. but who cares? hahas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;last night went to watch the fireworks. it was great. watched it from the high way, and the fireworks were like nearly just above us! so cool. yeah, and i took a few photos with my handphone. next time upload into my phone then show you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;after that went to eat supper. argh, now is about 1:45pm and i am hungry! lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hais, nothing to do now. been blogging quite often nowadays, cause i am getting more and more bored. dont wanna mug for a maths le lar. so sian lor. anyway i always fail a maths de. doesnt matter even if i just pass one test right? wrong. i should not have this kinda thinking!!! argh, forget it, my studies is on the downslope. i am just gonna give a hack care attitude le lar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;argh, my dog is climbing onto me! lol. gtg, she's seeking my attention, and typing my keyboard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;check out her typing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; nnxmn  vmnjh vjkchgdey7fcn bcv nujhwew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lol, dunno what she's typing lar. i placed her paw on the keyboard then she typed de. =) lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-115510257110509608?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/115510257110509608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=115510257110509608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/115510257110509608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/115510257110509608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/08/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-115502713900648608</id><published>2006-08-08T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T16:56:00.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;wah lao. originally wanna blog de. budden charissa suddenly call me ask me how to change blogskin, get tagboard, put songs in the blog, blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end up she very confused then dont wanna do le. lol, waste my time. so i now then started blogging. today in national day eve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish singapore a very happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:200%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NATIONAL DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today is so crap! that ms tan hwee pin say what cross country on national day celebration will bond the school population together?! no offense, but i think thats crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;today st john no need to run, but only because we were on duty. nope, today dont have red and white. instead, it was a sea of black and white. (pe attire).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;even the st john full uniform was black and white. wow, so cool?! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it was like so boring. the school population took so long to settle down, for the thing to get started, and for them to be dismissed... today got some interesting injuries. i.e. a bee sting, and mr keong rolling down hill. i use the alcohol swab to clean their wounds and i saw mr keong wince in pain. wah, so scary... i would nvr allow that horrible alcohol swab to touch my open wound! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;overall, today quite tired. not cause of the public duty, but because i last night sleep at 12++, budden today morning 4.30 am woke up liao... cause i needa shit lol. so sian. now kinda tired out. hmm. happy birthday Singapore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-115502713900648608?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/115502713900648608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=115502713900648608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/115502713900648608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/115502713900648608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/08/wah-lao.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-115495260687781276</id><published>2006-08-07T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T20:10:06.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;now super sian. my boots is unpolished yet. and my uniform is not yet ironed. and i am blogging cause i have so much inside me, i simply needa get a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sick of everything going on around me. dont think i didnt say anythin means i am "okay" with everything. i am merely keeping things to myself, as i preferred. things arent just going bonkers, they are out of my control. i see things going on around me, yet i cant stop them. i wanna comments on things, yet i am afraid i'll hurt people's feelings. i am just so sick and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am being emo right now, but i think i'll be sufferring from depression soon. i wonder who can i talk to. isnt there anyone whom i can really trust?! oh man, i am getting so pissed off at almost everything. i needa outburst. one of these days, i am afraid i would go burst on my friends in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it. just gotta exercise some self-control. there are things others just wont understand. no point telling them. i guess i'll just have to see which of my online friends are online now. i can only turn to them? i dunno. so confused...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-115495260687781276?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/115495260687781276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=115495260687781276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/115495260687781276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/115495260687781276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/08/now-super-sian.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-115355259342501736</id><published>2006-07-22T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T15:16:33.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now super sian. My chemistry spa is gonnas. my results is like totally off! my percentage is about 40++% ?! and i dunno if i did the calculations correctly or not. like shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my a maths test?! hais. forget it. luckily my e maths not so disappointing. at least i got 14/15. one mark deducted for careless mistake! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hais. stop talking about studies le lar. i am almost a hopeless case lol. let me see if i have any photos to upload...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hmm. while the windows for uploading image gets itself ready, i shall write more. very long never post le. i almost forgotten about my blog! bleh. =) today was visiting blogs when i suddenly thought. since i so bored, might as well revive my blog. some old images i taken at the beginning of the year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3638/1401/1600/06-08-05_2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3638/1401/320/06-08-05_2000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;the fireworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the photo upload damn slow leh. i blog until sian liao. one more firework and thats it. hehe. i am a lazy and impatient person. yet, kind and generous. hahas! self promoting. okay. while the thingy uploads. no more to say. i wanna bbq! i miss those bbq chicken, bbq stingray, bbq otah, bbq food! hais. i wanna a bbq soon! lol. the photo is almost ready:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3638/1401/1600/14-08-05_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3638/1401/320/14-08-05_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;this one not bad bah? still got a lot... budden i lazy to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blogger should enable multiple upload of images. hmm, maybe i could suggest this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-115355259342501736?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/115355259342501736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=115355259342501736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/115355259342501736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/115355259342501736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/07/now-super-sian.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-114656588958607876</id><published>2006-05-02T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T18:31:29.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;good news is that i finally decided to blog, bad news? quite a lot. came to me as a shock. today during chinese lesson heard wen hui say jie cai's condition critical liao, i was kinda worried. but soon forget about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;about half hour, which is 1 period later, ex 2e1 de were all asked to go to the resource room. i knew definitely got no good news, my hands, for some reason or another, was trembling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;we talked in low solemn voices as we walk to the resource room. it was like we were going to be interogated that kinda feeling. charissa still saying she feeling scared. after we settled down in the resource room, mrs tobias came in. she didn't smile and she simply looked at us, then sighed and said, "We have a peice of news to tell you guys..." she paused for a while, as if waiting for us to understand that sentence. Just then, carren, valerie and erika went to the toilet, dunno for what...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;then mrs tobias continued, "this morning, we received a call from jie cai's family..." she paused again. i felt nervous. everyone stayed still and not a single sound was made, so quiet that i could hear the air-con's sound. then she sighed again and said, "jie cai has passed away peacefully this morning..." i was shocked. did i fall asleep and dreamt of this? did i heat wrongly? how i wish i knew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;then mrs tobias continued, "let us observe a minute of silence for jie cai, to reflect..." i didn't hear, i felt my eyes filled with tears, i wiped them away to prevent an outbreak. i looked to my left, charissa, wen hui, ying ying...all crying, all of them were crying. i wiped away another tear drop from the cprner of my eyes. careen, valerie and erika came back. they burst into tears as soon as they hear the news. i heard them cry, more tears welled up. i wipe them away before they could roll down my cheeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;we all felt sad, who doesn't? but like wen hui said, " i am sure papa (jie cai) wouldn't want us to cry over him...don't cry lar" I almost cried again. i mean, she asked us not to cry when her eyes are red and tears are flowing down her cheeks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;charissa's eyes like tap like that, the tears kept flowing. damned sad. we all pray hard for jie cai, wishing he would wake up...who knows? he's opnly 15 and thats it? his future? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;from this incident i realised how cruel reality can be, how precious life is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;let us all pray that jie cai rests in peace. i believe he must be in good hands now, in the arms of angels...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-114656588958607876?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/114656588958607876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=114656588958607876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114656588958607876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114656588958607876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/05/good-news-is-that-i-finally-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-114423868550913087</id><published>2006-04-05T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T20:04:45.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing to do now, so thought i might as well update my blog. or actually, i have too much to do, but decided not to do them, since i think i am falling sick le. yesterday kena headache, then i thought headache only, nevermind lar, then never bother about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however. HOWEVER...today kena slight flu and just now during maths test start feeling very giddy, now still a little giddy, but just ate panadol 5 minutes ago, i feeling not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so streesed out. nobody in my family care for me? no one knows i am sick. maybe cause i didn't tell them ba, but i don't want them to get worried mah, then they never even ask anything when they see me eating panadol. hais. i am so stressed. i am breaking down lar, hardly able to concentrate in class this two weeks, got especially bad this week, whereby i dozed off in class while the teacher is teaching lar, if not i will day dream, or i will vandalise my osw table. i regret writing in pen lor, now my table so many words cannot erase away. not alot lar, just got the "vandalism", "screwed" and the "i am crazy" word on my table. also got "3e3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. i am feeling really giddy and my head hurts lar, shall not write too much le.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-114423868550913087?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/114423868550913087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=114423868550913087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114423868550913087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114423868550913087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/04/nothing-to-do-now-so-thought-i-might.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-114363662316425415</id><published>2006-03-29T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T20:50:23.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh, i so don't want to go to school anymore. i am literally dozing off in class everyday. my eyes may seemed open, but my mind is miles away in dreamland. today, or was it yesterday,  in chinese lesson, wenhui turn around and start talking to me, and i only heard the later part of her conversation, something about the campus superstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so crap. i am wasting my time in school, i forgot to bring home my geography textbook, shortly after i have decided to study for just this once! and i didn't learn ting xie too, and both are going to be tested tomorrow. i don't know what homework i have, when is each homework due, and i literally have to ask charissa about homework, and things that happen in school. today, during physics, i was staring at the whiteboard, but when the teacher asked us to do one question, i realised i didn't hear a single thing the teacher had said, i had to ask charissa to explain everything to me again, which she patiently did, much to my relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so tired, yet, each night, i can lay in bed for 2-4 hours without falling asleep. nothing is on my mind, or was so much on my mind that i couldn't feel anything at all. i feel like a living corpse. darn. i can go to bed at 11.00pm, and lay in bed till 2pm  or 3pm, before i can fall asleep. i think i just need a break for me to sort out my feelings. its been so long since i feel this way, it feel bad, and i hope it won't last long. hais, i am so bored. i am merely wasting my time away. i am so dead for the test and ting xie tomorrow. expect me to fail for all test lar. i am screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-114363662316425415?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/114363662316425415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=114363662316425415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114363662316425415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114363662316425415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/03/argh-i-so-dont-want-to-go-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-114284171905696698</id><published>2006-03-20T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T16:01:59.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;first of all, sorry to wenhui who have been requesting again and again for me to update my blog. my younger brother have been using it for the whole holidays, so i have been unable to update! screw him, for not using his own computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ok, holidays was crap, no time to rest at all. but at least i get a day at the beach, which was fine. =) i now playing with my puppy, eating "Ruffles" and using the computer. nothing in particular that i feel like using, just wanna switch on the computer, so i lied to my mum i need it for homework, feeling so guilty now. my mum this wednesday going for operation le, i now still have the heart to lie to her. she got some tumor in her stomach, around gastric there, i heard from my dad that it could lead to cancer, lucky it was discovered early, so my mum is safe. i feel so lucky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;so to people out there, treasure your mummy! hahas. nothing else, thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-114284171905696698?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/114284171905696698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=114284171905696698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114284171905696698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114284171905696698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-of-all-sorry-to-wenhui-who-have.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-114205711993004709</id><published>2006-03-11T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T14:05:19.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;last night arrived home at 11.03p.m. had the firs t 3e3' 06 bbq at eugene's house. almost the whole class was there. even mr lee was there at eugene's house. i don't really feel like doing a personal recount lar, so shall just say that we had a great time. pity those who cannot make it, and sad for those who didn't come. (same thing lar) hais. now really bored. our teacher gave us homework like we have one whole month to complete it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the bbq was nice, want a bbq again sometime. 3e3 rock on. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;too lazy to write, so shall end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-114205711993004709?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/114205711993004709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=114205711993004709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114205711993004709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114205711993004709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-night-arrived-home-at-11.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-114155220787535806</id><published>2006-03-05T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T17:50:07.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;back to blog. hell week over le. tests finished le. yay! hahas. wa, my computer damned lag, and my mum is now nagging behind my back. sian. she now ban me from my computer because my younger brother is over-using it? where got this kind of crap? all because my younger brother use my computer too much, she bans me from the computer? this is so unfair. obvious biasism. so from tml onwards i cannot use the computer unless she shuang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;she obviously don't want me to use the computer so now that she have an excuse, she starts to ban me. she said (i translate to english easier type. "your brother never use the computer why you use? you use only cause him to want to play. he starts playing computer gmaes is play whole day one, don't make me angry! next time you use computer must get my permission!" then she march out of my room, after i purposely placed my keyboard on the desk, instead of the put keyboard thingy under table. i did that just to show that i bu shuang her lar, then she nothing to say, walked out of the room. if not i bet got even worse de lor. in fact, this two days i never even use until my computer. my younger brother thinks he exam over le can use computer whole day, and it is uuse MY computer! get me into trouble, hais. this will probably the last update for the time being, until i can use computer again. i bet my mum will secretly let my younger brother play, so i am considering whether or not i should bring the computer's power cable to school. if bring to school still need plug and unplug everytime i come home, so troublesome, but i strongly refuse to let my younger brother use the computer, since he got me into trouble. i think i will stay back tomorrow, since i go home also nothing to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cannot use computer = late arrival at home. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i am totally pissed off.&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/15214906-114155220787535806?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/114155220787535806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=114155220787535806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114155220787535806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114155220787535806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-114121515500238655</id><published>2006-03-01T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T20:12:35.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;initially, i wanted a short post. but now, i have so much to say i don't know where to start from! i can't believe it, my parents are actually trying to get me to sell my dog. yes, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dog! i can't imagine, i don't even want to think about it. the effort i put into my dog, the money, the love...so much that she has became part of me. yeah, you may think i am crazy, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you may ask why. my mum is going for an operation next week. she can't bend down nor do any housework or anything tedious for one and a half month. so when i go to school, no one will take care of my poor dog, that's why my dad is very upset and is finding faults at me and my dog so he can sell it. E he says i don't take her for her walks often enough. what does he expect? me to take my dog out for walks at least 3 times a day? i have school and i sometimes arrive home at like 7++ or even 8pm, and with homework to complete, how do i take my dog for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit. i am so upset now. they had to say it during dinner and make me lose my appetite? if they ever read my blog (which i don't think they ever will) i want to let them know, if they ever sell my dog/ give her to some one else/ put her up for adoption..., i will announce war on them! the house will have no peace, i will rebel, i will even consider running away from home and live at my grandparents there, cause home may make me think of my dog. you may gasp when you read this, but i may seem easy-to-bully, but that's only because you haven't seen the other side of me! i am going too emotional. think i am really in a super-bad mood. first, a failing test week, then my dog is to be considered to be sold. i am so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just need to vent my anger. =) at least i still manage to smile at my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hope that i don't go to school tomorrow in a bad mood, or i may just blow my top when other agitate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-114121515500238655?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/114121515500238655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=114121515500238655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114121515500238655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114121515500238655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/03/initially-i-wanted-short-post.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-114120799569294165</id><published>2006-03-01T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:13:15.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah. i like 2-3 days never update le. not planning to update today either de. maybe not tomorrow either. cause this week too much tests, thought i'd better not use the computer for the whole day. still, i didn't study for a maths and i am so going to fail. i didn't complete a single question! question 1-3 is do halfway one, then question 4 only write question number then i stuck le. just like that! stucked. omg. this is my most badly done test ever! don't know how the hell i am ever going to get my parents to sign that paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is sports heats. i must support 3e3 de, budden due to a badly done maths paper, i thought i better guai guai come home study for geog tomorrow. godammit! i forget to bring my geog textbook home. i am so screwed. i think this week's tests all confirm fail liao. stupid tests. i am stressed!!! think i better don't use the computer so often after this week. been trying to limit my time for using computer from nearly 5-6 hours a day to 2-3 hours a day. hope i will study harder and score better for the next test to make up for this one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-114120799569294165?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/114120799569294165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=114120799569294165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114120799569294165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114120799569294165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/03/wah.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-114092619567909122</id><published>2006-02-26T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T11:56:35.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night's party was kind of lame lar, but it was fun too. all kids stuff lar, nothing much for adults. what do you expect? its a 3-year-old's birthday party. they have face-painting, which i didn't participate, a magic show which is simply simple, but cool. then they have a buffet, which i enthusiastically enjoyed myself. not really lar, compared to most of the adults there, i ate little. they took mountains of food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, feeling really lazy now, shall not elaborate on the party till i get the photos from my aunt, then upload them. thatnks for the party anyways. i enjoyed myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-114092619567909122?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/114092619567909122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=114092619567909122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114092619567909122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114092619567909122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-nights-party-was-kind-of-lame-lar.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-114083672695716256</id><published>2006-02-25T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T11:05:26.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;lol. woken up so early. cause my parents went to the market, then bought breakfast back. then they woke me up. ok lar, its not really early, about 9++ nearly 10am. but i really need my sleep! today is my 3-years-old cousin's birthday. he is younger than me by 12 years leh, meaning he is also born in the year of sheep! his brthday is not today. its on the 3rd of march, budden he had his party early. starts at 6.30, budden dunno why my father wanna go out at 3pm, its like 3++ hours early ok? nevermind. hope there is xbox there leh, so long never play liao. hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;meanwhile, i realised i cannot do my geography homework without my textbook, which is in school, and i am stuck on maths the last question. i think i'll have to copy again. i am so sick of copying others' homework! i want the homework to be proudly done by me alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hmmm. maybe i'll blog again later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-114083672695716256?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/114083672695716256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=114083672695716256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114083672695716256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114083672695716256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/02/lol_25.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-114078418728127626</id><published>2006-02-24T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:29:47.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;yay! i got a new keyboard! no big deal, yeah, but for the past few days, i've been using my brother's keyboard, which really sucks. this is all because my&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; dearest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dog bit through my keyboad wire and it was found to be in three peices when i came home from school. alright. my new keyboard is the same brand as the school's one, excpet that it is a different model and it is in a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;MUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; better condition! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;oh, and i think st john training is getting slack. yeah, you may think its good. nice and peaceful and relaxing. NO. you are wrong! how can a really slack training get us prepared for a bad training day? and this year is training camp. how is a slack training going to prepare us for training camp? we used to run like at least 3 to 6 rounds around the school for phsical training when we were just sec one&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;, now, we only run like one round?!? oh, and there isn't even physical training some times, like today?! OMG! i think the secs !s and sec 2s this year are going to suffer during training camp. want to know what i did for traininf today? just be casualty for the FAC people and then take vidoes of FAC people training (which i suck at), then i simply walked around aimlessly, or sit down and chat, or watch what i filmed. this is so totally not like training! i understand that the year 1s and year 2s are having a little footdrill and lessons, but what about us? the year 3s?! not that i want a really serious and though training, but doing nothing at all is certainlly not to my liking. i know most of the year 3s are busy preparing for FAC, leaving like only 3-4 of us left, but at least let us take the year 1s and year 2s for footdrill? at least we are at the training for a purpose, see? ok, i am getting emotional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i don't want a really tough and serious training, but i don't want our training to become so slack to such an extent that we just hang around. i want to go for training for a purpose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ok, my post is getting long, yet i have so much to say. so i shall just say the rest of my day briefly, after st john ends, we stayed in st john room. there chaotic and really noisy, train eardrums one. yeah, and we only left the school at close to 7.00pm. so i took bus 58 and reached home at 7.30 or so. after that bathe, then eat dinner, now really full. i am so tired, yet, i am so full of energy. i guess i aren't worn out by st john anymore. i used to collaspe at home after a training, but now, i still feel like going for a walk with my dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;shall not continue anymore, wrote too much later everyone read until bored. just hope my dog won't bite this keyboard's wire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-114078418728127626?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/114078418728127626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=114078418728127626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114078418728127626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114078418728127626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/02/yay-i-got-new-keyboard-no-big-deal.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-114068085905378506</id><published>2006-02-23T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T15:48:18.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hmm. today nearly nothing to blog about. i realised i am spending too much time blogging. maybe i should start to resist temptations - to switch on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. there is really nothing to blog about. tomorrow st john, and seriously, this is the first time in one year since i ever looked forward to the training. i kinda like training now, maybe cause it's slightly slacker? yeah, i think maybe thats the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furtheremore, i can't wait for class bbq. i heard quite a number of people don't wanna go! just be enthu lar, first class bbq. must support 3e3 `06. but i feel so bad, cause for the past two years, my class always choose those kind of dates for chalets, then i always cannot make it one, like got st john camp or training straight after the chalet, wah, sure die. so i didn't attend a single one of my lower sec class chalets. they had four, i think and i didn't attend a single one! i feel so guilty. this time upper sec liao, must enthu a bit more. hmm. yeah, i guess i'll go for the class bbq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-114068085905378506?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/114068085905378506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=114068085905378506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114068085905378506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114068085905378506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/02/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-114060700128808803</id><published>2006-02-22T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T19:17:39.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wah. and i thought i would not have time to blog today! still early. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today after school went to 3e4 and find pak meng for my first-aid book and my reference worksheet for the latchkey programme. wah, ended up she decided she'll also come with me for the programme. but because we took such a long time, no lunch. so i decided to take out the chocolate my friend gave me and share it with pak meng. of course, i ate 5 more than her, so i left the last 3 for her, so i still ate 2 more than her. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big deal. ok, so we went to IT special room 3. yup. ok, so we are the "teachers" for the latchkey programme. duh, what do you expect? of course we were there, not to learn, but to teach, first-aid of course! right. we went into the room and took attendance. at first, me and pak meng were reluctant to start, cause there were only like 9 students out of the 66 who registered? yeah, i would call that pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we asked mr gavin lee for advice, he said start the programme. so we started the lesson. i was glad to find out of the 9 students, 2 came from st john! so they were there all along the whole lesson, enthusiastically answering all the first-aid questions and discussing with me and pak meng about st john promotion and so on. it was fun, better than i had imagined, except that the air-con damn cold. i freeze liao, then lucky pak meng help me to increase the temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, the lesson was over. and i went with pak meng to the toilet, then to st john room. i sttled down and do abit of homework, then went home by myself cause pak meng going elsewhere. hais, then reach home 5++ then cook lunch and eat. ended up when i finish luch i look up at the clock is 5.45 liao. so i bathed and then did my homework. afterwhich, i switched on my computer, and while waiting, played with my dog for a while, then back to my computer, linked myself in class blog, then update my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to put things in short, today lesson time like so long, then after school very rush, no time. and HELP!!! i only got $2 left for the rest of the week-thursday and friday. don't know how i am going to survive! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-114060700128808803?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/114060700128808803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=114060700128808803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114060700128808803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114060700128808803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/02/wah.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-114051988451637466</id><published>2006-02-21T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T19:05:04.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;arh!!! just found out from shirlynn that i have homework afterall!!! to think i was so happy thinking no homework today! tomorrow better wake up early and go school copy homework. thought this year must guai guai one, budden so far copy so many times le. nothing to type, so i shall paste the whole conver here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;«huimin» ____˚ [3E3`06] speech-less.] says:&lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;«huimin» ____˚ [3E3`06] speech-less.] says:&lt;br /&gt;today no homework right?&lt;br /&gt;SHIRLYNN- zai jue jiang de bei hou, kan bu jian de shang kou. says:&lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;SHIRLYNN- zai jue jiang de bei hou, kan bu jian de shang kou. says:&lt;br /&gt;gt&lt;br /&gt;SHIRLYNN- zai jue jiang de bei hou, kan bu jian de shang kou. says:&lt;br /&gt;so much lor&lt;br /&gt;SHIRLYNN- zai jue jiang de bei hou, kan bu jian de shang kou. says:&lt;br /&gt;phys, chem&lt;br /&gt;SHIRLYNN- zai jue jiang de bei hou, kan bu jian de shang kou. says:&lt;br /&gt;eng if u haf&lt;br /&gt;SHIRLYNN- zai jue jiang de bei hou, kan bu jian de shang kou. says:&lt;br /&gt;i haf&lt;br /&gt;SHIRLYNN- zai jue jiang de bei hou, kan bu jian de shang kou. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;SHIRLYNN- zai jue jiang de bei hou, kan bu jian de shang kou. says:&lt;br /&gt;chi&lt;br /&gt;SHIRLYNN- zai jue jiang de bei hou, kan bu jian de shang kou. says:&lt;br /&gt;if u haf&lt;br /&gt;«huimin» ____˚ [3E3`06] speech-less.] says:&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;«huimin» ____˚ [3E3`06] speech-less.] says:&lt;br /&gt;i never bring home the book!&lt;br /&gt;«huimin» ____˚ [3E3`06] speech-less.] says:&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;SHIRLYNN- zai jue jiang de bei hou, kan bu jian de shang kou. says:&lt;br /&gt;go sch copy lor&lt;br /&gt;SHIRLYNN- zai jue jiang de bei hou, kan bu jian de shang kou. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;«huimin» ____˚ [3E3`06] speech-less.] says:&lt;br /&gt;always like that one...&lt;br /&gt;«huimin» ____˚ [3E3`06] speech-less.] says:&lt;br /&gt;hais&lt;br /&gt;«huimin» ____˚ [3E3`06] speech-less.] says:&lt;br /&gt;i thought this year guai guai don't copy homework anymore&lt;br /&gt;«huimin» ____˚ [3E3`06] speech-less.] says:&lt;br /&gt;budden so far copy like nearly 5 time already&lt;br /&gt;SHIRLYNN- zai jue jiang de bei hou, kan bu jian de shang kou. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;SHIRLYNN- zai jue jiang de bei hou, kan bu jian de shang kou. says:&lt;br /&gt;i copy everidae &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i am so dead now! got homework, and so much too! especially chemistry. physics easy no need worry! sh*t! dammit! oh my gosh! how could i? my memory is failing me?! better sleep earlier tonight and set alarm tomorrow so i can go to school and  copy homework. and oh yes, i still owe mrs raj english homework. i am so dead! lucky i asked shirlynn. whew. now, since there isn't much i can do, might as well continue to blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;here's a later part of the conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SHIRLYNN- zai jue jiang de bei hou, kan bu jian de shang kou. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha me too&lt;br /&gt;SHIRLYNN- zai jue jiang de bei hou, kan bu jian de shang kou. says:&lt;br /&gt;since i din bring bac my chem&lt;br /&gt;SHIRLYNN- zai jue jiang de bei hou, kan bu jian de shang kou. says:&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno hw to do phys&lt;br /&gt;«huimin» ____˚ [3E3`06] speech-less.] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«huimin» ____˚ [3E3`06] speech-less.] says:&lt;br /&gt;got people accompany me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i am trying to expand my post. =) long long post! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-114051988451637466?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/114051988451637466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=114051988451637466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114051988451637466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114051988451637466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/02/arh-just-found-out-from-shirlynn-that.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-114050971116278784</id><published>2006-02-21T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T16:15:27.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;omg. my puupy actually managed to bite through my computer's keyboard's wire while i was in school. you see, she is left in my room when i am not at home. yes, all by herself. (cause she is trained to go into her cage to urine and pass motion, yeah, sh*t.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on this happy day, she climbs under my desk, i think. and she happily chews on my keyboard's wire! i am now using my brother's computer's keyboard to blog. the reason why i don't use my brother's computer is because i think it loads way too slow. ok, so my dog chews and chews...until the wire broke into three pieces. yes THREE, not two. so can you imagine how long she's been chewing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now. my main concern is not the spoilt keyboard, cause i can easily get a new one. it is the danger my dog actually put herself in?! what if i happen to forget to switch off the power switch? she get electrocuted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i definitely don't wish that to happen! next time i better make sure i switch off the power before i leave the room to my dog. anyway, what if she swallows a piece of the wire? (i had tried to piece the wire together and they fit, so she didn't eat the wire.) so dangerous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais, better becareful next time! she could get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;electrocuted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;choke on a piece of wire she tries to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;cut in the mouth by a piece of wire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;spoil my computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;cause me to waste money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so many reasons why she shouldn't be chewing on my wire! i am trying to extend my post so it seems longer. ok, since i think i have failed to post a long long long blog, i think i'll post a seperate post later in the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-114050971116278784?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/114050971116278784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=114050971116278784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114050971116278784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114050971116278784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/02/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-114043714426196714</id><published>2006-02-20T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T20:05:44.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can anyone guess what i am doing now? (other than blogging, of course). i am doing chemistry. i am so dead! doing chemistry and blogging at the same time! i think i am going to go to school tomorrow and copy homework lor. really so sian, feel like sleeping, don't want to do homework anymore. i guess i won't type any further, i feel as if my eyes will close anytime and my head will drop flat on the table, and it'll hurt for sure. alright, i am blogging cause my mum going out for a while, so no one's at home. think i won't be online tonight for long. my homework is undone and i am half-asleep. and i slept in class today! second time already, last two years never like that one, what is happening?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-114043714426196714?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/114043714426196714/comments/default' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;by popular demand of my younger brother, i decided to post my puppy's photos. they were taken ages ago one lar, too long never borrow my father's digital camera liao. okay, here are the photos. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;* the photos are not in order of time when it is taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3638/1401/1600/153_5330.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3638/1401/320/153_5330.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; my puppy lying on the grass posing for the photo. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3638/1401/1600/Jaccell%20003.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3638/1401/320/Jaccell%20003.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; my puppy when she was first brought home from the breeder's home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3638/1401/1600/151_5187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3638/1401/320/151_5187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; getting use to her new home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3638/1401/1600/Jaccell%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3638/1401/320/Jaccell%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; hahas. she's climbing on the one-seater sofa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3638/1401/1600/152_5242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3638/1401/320/152_5242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; thats me trying to get her to have fun with my computer. just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-114031960565238204?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/114031960565238204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=114031960565238204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114031960565238204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114031960565238204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/02/by-popular-demand-of-my-younger.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-114031594324988218</id><published>2006-02-19T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T10:30:26.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;yay! back to blog. ok yesterday went to watch "i not stupid too". damned nice. so touching till i like crying half the time in the cinema. the annoying part is that they always have a funny scenes after a super sad one, then everyone was like one second crying, the next second everyone laughing. wah, you don't laugh will seem so weird lar, but sometimes i also never laugh, cause tears haven't dry then cry again even more weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, the show really nice. after watching the show, i agree with wen hui that shawn lee is shuai. honest lar. i like the show, feel like watching it again, budden waste money lar, watch once enough already, go watch other shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, nothing else to write about le lar. should go to cheeling's blog and see those scary movies, really makes you think. i'll save you guys the trouble and give you guys her blog address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dumb0s-.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;www.dumb0s-.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-114031594324988218?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/114031594324988218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=114031594324988218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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already. and i don't know what time you guys will finish shopping there, so to prevent myself from being late for the show, i had to stop myself from going. so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i am going to have lunch. my new blogskin is not as cute as the previous one, but no choice. i have no idea how to fix the problem regarding my old blogskin, so have to change. i think i am saying so much in one sentence, my sentence don't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, just hope i can make it to the class barbecue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-114024068869970488?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/114024068869970488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=114024068869970488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114024068869970488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114024068869970488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-cant-wait-for-time-to-pass-by-i.html' title=''/><author><name>seven7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214906.post-114023672031299051</id><published>2006-02-18T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T12:42:56.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ok, this is just a temporary blogskin, cause my previous one got something wrong with its navigations link, and i have yet to find a new skin. really reluctant to use blogger's blogskin, cause i don't really like it, but no choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214906-114023672031299051?l=upset-ed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upset-ed.blogspot.com/feeds/114023672031299051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214906&amp;postID=114023672031299051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114023672031299051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214906/posts/default/114023672031299051'/><link rel='alternate' 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