<?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-28836883</id><updated>2011-09-18T02:05:42.842+08:00</updated><category term='og'/><category term='sec4'/><category term='return'/><category term='personal views'/><category term='primary school'/><category term='schedule'/><category term='study'/><category term='class'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='song'/><category term='design'/><category term='humour'/><category term='activities'/><category term='blog'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='j1'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Ding Hao</title><subtitle type='html'>From Africa to Málaga</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-1655832316992481277</id><published>2011-09-18T02:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T02:05:42.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy.</title><content type='html'>Just wanna get these shit over with ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that – party time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-1655832316992481277?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/1655832316992481277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2011/09/busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/1655832316992481277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/1655832316992481277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2011/09/busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy.'/><author><name>dhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827464225867517108</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-28836883.post-3032219880153852125</id><published>2011-04-16T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T22:28:50.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some common emotions.</title><content type='html'>I need an escape. Cause my current escape has become a source of endless torture. I used to love this, now its starting to give me all sorts of emotional inconveniences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-3032219880153852125?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/3032219880153852125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2011/04/some-common-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3032219880153852125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3032219880153852125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2011/04/some-common-emotions.html' title='some common emotions.'/><author><name>dhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827464225867517108</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-28836883.post-8810998701062411616</id><published>2011-04-11T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T23:31:27.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last year, before JC life started proper, we had this seminar thing which the facilitators made us pick our priorities in life. I was selfish then, so I picked some selfish priorities. While many picked family, religion and integrity, I picked things like Ambition, Knowledge and I sorta forgot wat the last one was (guess it wasn't all that important). I can't really say I am a selfless person now, I am still selfish, anyone who knows me can attest to that. But what I know is that my priorities in life has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you meet new people, their philosophies, their thinking, will affect you. The better you know someone the greater that effect. The past year had been a long period of knowing. Of course, many of you reading my blog already have someone in mind. I guess I cannot deny that, but everyone should know that my life is more than just one or two persons. I guess I have come to care about more people than I did back when I was in secondary school. I don't know why yet, but apparently this "caring" has diminished my ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me lament my loss of ambition, after all, it was what drove me to do things, and to persevere. But there exists this other part of me that is growing to fill up the gap. I found more reasons to strive, my driving force is not just blind ambition anymore, it actually feels more purposeful now than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for knowledge, none of that changed. I am still learning, and I won't ever stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing, I sorta realised that we all tend to compromise in different ways, and I don't think one way is higher in virtue then the other. Sacrifice and change cannot be arranged in any order or hierarchy. I have been doing quite a lot of sacrificing. But maybe I should be doing a little more changing from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-8810998701062411616?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/8810998701062411616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-still-learning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/8810998701062411616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/8810998701062411616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-still-learning.html' title=''/><author><name>dhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827464225867517108</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-28836883.post-1619564102348504653</id><published>2011-02-21T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:24:12.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never here.</title><content type='html'>I have not posted in this blog since forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i look back, it amazes me how things have changed. Some good some bad, I try to think of the good ones most of the time, but bad thoughts always dominate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the sensation when you sorta know the day is a really lousy one, but you just can't feel unhappy, I think that sensation is fantastic to have. I don't know, it takes somethings to make your day, be it big or small. It was both today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also wanted to talk about Newton's third law. I can finally feel its grasp on my reality breaking down, and I am so happy of that. I never liked how it is always an opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think water coolers are not good places to wash hands though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-1619564102348504653?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/1619564102348504653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2011/02/never-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/1619564102348504653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/1619564102348504653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2011/02/never-here.html' title='Never here.'/><author><name>dhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827464225867517108</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-28836883.post-6821430279649087993</id><published>2010-12-13T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:40:04.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasms and Limbo</title><content type='html'>My mind is mine alone,&lt;br /&gt;but I wish,&lt;br /&gt;to share&lt;br /&gt;without condition,&lt;br /&gt;or consequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon sun,&lt;br /&gt;obscured by gray clouds,&lt;br /&gt;I find relaxation, and&lt;br /&gt;also boredom. Occasionally,&lt;br /&gt;excitement relieves me,&lt;br /&gt;like a slight breeze in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;The irrevocable sense of loss&lt;br /&gt;lingers in my head. But&lt;br /&gt;who am I to moan of such&lt;br /&gt;a common sensation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit in a sofa,&lt;br /&gt;not a very comfortable sofa,&lt;br /&gt;but it would do,&lt;br /&gt;for the books I read, and the&lt;br /&gt;memories I venture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-6821430279649087993?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/6821430279649087993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/12/chasms-and-limbo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/6821430279649087993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/6821430279649087993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/12/chasms-and-limbo.html' title='Chasms and Limbo'/><author><name>dhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827464225867517108</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-28836883.post-147999838699646029</id><published>2010-12-13T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:06:03.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is no need to apologise.</title><content type='html'>I just read it. But yeah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/28836883-147999838699646029?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/147999838699646029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/12/there-is-no-need-to-apologise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/147999838699646029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/147999838699646029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/12/there-is-no-need-to-apologise.html' title='There is no need to apologise.'/><author><name>dhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827464225867517108</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-28836883.post-3762622172245178610</id><published>2010-11-19T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T22:13:20.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the day before yesterday.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Thursday November 18th 2010, was a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month ago, it was my 18th birthday. I spent that day doing project work. But yesterday was just another november 18th like the other 17 november 18ths I have experienced in my life. Nothing special. Not special, but eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned out yesterday on wednesday, which was the day before yesterday and also a public holiday. I had quite a lot to look forward to. First there is school. I look forward to school because I get to see my friends. Some closer to me than others, but all friends nonetheless. I met up with a particular friend in the morning, had a banana from the fruitful fruits stall, and tried to make use of the remaining 15 minutes I have left before the Chemistry lecture starts. I remembered being in a good mood, and maybe thats why I thought she was in a particularly good mood too. We didn't do much, just sat and talked for a while. I think that was a fully utilised 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the lecture theatre, she went to the top right corner of the LT to seat and I sat in the bottom middle. I saw her one more time that day, but that was it I guess. I remembered sitting beside another rather good friend of mine during chemistry. By now, I think that it is fair to call this other person my good friend since we were in the same orientation group, were dance partners and now classmates. I didn't remember much from the chemistry lecture. The lecturer was O.K. and I took down all the necessary stuff, but nothing really interesting happened. We moved to the middle left side of the LT for physics and mathematics. Physics had a vaguely interesting professor talking to us while the mathematics lecturer had a slight problem handling the students. It was all just another 4.5 hours of my life in the lecture theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lectures I paid KT the money I owed her for the movie tickets. I felt like running in the noon, but that fell through since it was raining and gym was closed. So I sat and waited till Davin came by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie was at Marina Square. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 was rather boring at times. I didn't sleep, and the scene with Daniel Radcliffe and Emma Watson kissing without their clothes on was hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some bread and went back to school. Got my tickets from Benson and proceeded to watch the play "boom" by Raffles Players. I sat at the front. I was afraid that the actors/actresses might accidentally spit on me, but thank god that didn't happen. I almost cried towards the end. But then things got a little weird so I didn't. It was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something bothered me on Wednesday, so I called up the friend I ate the banana with in the morning to talk about it after the play. It didn't get resolved so I got stressed. I talked to my mother when she came to fetch me. It spiralled into a huge argument. I sat beside my sink for fifteen minutes when I got home. Ate a mango on the bed. Cried a little. Ate half an apple. And went to sleep. I have something stuck underneath my sternum. I can feel it. Everything will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-3762622172245178610?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/3762622172245178610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/11/after-day-before-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3762622172245178610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3762622172245178610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/11/after-day-before-yesterday.html' title='After the day before yesterday.'/><author><name>dhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827464225867517108</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-28836883.post-324868007567467489</id><published>2010-10-17T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T14:56:29.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back and forth</title><content type='html'>My friends have finally all left. I spoke with my mother for a while regarding what happened when they were here in the house. I don't know, I get really frustrated sometimes, but thats nobodies' fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frustration doesn't mean anything anyway, it mostly just empty and pointless. So after talking to her, I went back up into my room. I am here half, no, three quarters of the time when I am alone at home. Its crazy, I have 4 floors to contend with yet I never feel compelled to visit these other areas of the house if i do not have friends over. My room is not small, but rather big, I can do almost everything I want in here. I recently installed a pull-up bar near the entrance to the toilet, I do one every time I have to take a "break".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to be doing my project work oral presentation slides right now, but I got distracted. I brought up all the gifts my friends left me for my birthday yesterday night. Or was it in the early morning? I cannot recall for sure now, yesterday was a long day. I opened up some letters and cards that came along with the presents. I read them a few times each. Doing so, I realised that, these letters and cards sometimes give me greater satisfaction than any material gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I write such a long pointless passage just to say that I enjoy cards and letters? I don't really know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-324868007567467489?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/324868007567467489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-and-forth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/324868007567467489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/324868007567467489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-and-forth.html' title='Back and forth'/><author><name>dhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827464225867517108</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-28836883.post-560483486156106409</id><published>2010-09-05T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T01:48:37.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/prrwSME_QEc/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/prrwSME_QEc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/prrwSME_QEc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-560483486156106409?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/560483486156106409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/09/fallen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/560483486156106409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/560483486156106409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/09/fallen.html' title='The Fallen'/><author><name>dhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827464225867517108</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-28836883.post-2873610530998049449</id><published>2010-09-04T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T21:25:34.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things change all the time.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, we can be the best and closest of friends,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I pity you.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I envy you.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you don't even care.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you care too much.&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve you. But do you deserve me?&lt;br /&gt;I need my friends. But do they need me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/28836883-2873610530998049449?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/2873610530998049449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-change-all-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2873610530998049449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2873610530998049449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-change-all-time.html' title='Things change all the time.'/><author><name>dhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827464225867517108</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-7759099822941409338</id><published>2010-08-28T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T11:28:07.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I realised that there is no one to walk with me to training.</title><content type='html'>I was near the auditorium place. The place the frisbee people always play at. I had called up Siyi, she told me a few days back that she would be coming for the friday 7.30pm training slot today. Normally on friday, someone else would accompany me to training, and since she is a really good friend, and a busy one at that, I decide to use this time to chat to her a little. But today she cannot make it. I forgot what it was, something about a meeting I think. I was a little disappointed thats for sure, but well, people disappoint me all the time and I don't really mind. I just don't want to disappoint others all that much. Anyway, Siyi said she couldn't make it because she needed to do some studying. "All right... understood." was all that I thought, but I did feign a little disappointment over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I looked around me and thought. I have not walked to training alone for a while now. Christopher, or someone else would always go with me. But the promotional exams are coming up, and I cannot expect people to still go to trainings all that much. In fact, I should stop training so much. Its eating up my time. Oh well... &amp;nbsp;After that phone call I decided to just start walking. I set off a little too early. I remember reaching 45 minutes before the lanes were opened up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reached seven eleven I decided to go in to look for something to buy. I ended up frustrated with nothing. And I walked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised how sunny the day was once I separated from the main buildings of our school and got a clear glimpse and feel of the light of the late afternoon. The sheltered walkway to the back gate was not really all that effective since the sun was at such a great angle by then. I went out of the school at this kind of time quite a few times already. But it never really did strike me how beautiful the day was. Some of my friends like it when it is raining and dark. "Its colder, not so hot and sticky as always" is what they say. I don't like it humid either. But on friday, it was not humid, it was just sunny and bright and warm. It felt great, but I did sneeze twice due to photic sneeze reflex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, I would be too busy talking to my friends or acquaintances to really notice the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consciously decided to keep myself absolutely quiet throughout the whole trip. I didn't plug in to listen to music or anything. I paid special attention to the squelching of my shoes as I walked to the MRT station and the murmurings of the people in the train as I stood in patient silence. I didn't bother to interpret specific words and sentences, but rather to just take it all in. It was rather soothing actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the squelching turned to scrunching on the gravel road leading up to the junction that is beside SAFRA Yishun, which is where I train, I remembered that I have to call up someone and so the silence broke. And things went back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do so well in training that day. Must have been all the Haruki Murakami short stories I have been reading. They occupied my thoughts. Disappointed, I took a cab home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-7759099822941409338?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/7759099822941409338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-realised-that-there-is-no-one-to-walk_28.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7759099822941409338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7759099822941409338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-realised-that-there-is-no-one-to-walk_28.html' title='I realised that there is no one to walk with me to training.'/><author><name>dhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827464225867517108</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-2899027289959796039</id><published>2010-08-28T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T23:39:27.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I realised that there is no one to walk with me to training.</title><content type='html'>I was near the auditorium place. The place the frisbee people always play at. I had called up Siyi, she told me a few days back that she would be coming for the friday 7.30pm training slot today. Normally on friday, someone else would accompany me to training, and since she is a really good friend, and a busy one at that, I decide to use this time to chat to her a little. But today she cannot make it. I forgot what it was, something about a meeting I think. Well I was a little disappointed thats for sure, but well, people disappoint me all the time and I don't really mind. I just don't want to disappoint others all that much. Anyway, Siyi said she couldn't make it because she needed to do some studying. "All right... understood." was all that I thought, but I did feign a little disappointment over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I looked around me and thought. I have not walked to training alone for a while now. Christopher, or someone else would always go with me. But the promotional exams are coming up, and I cannot expect people to still go to trainings all that much. In fact, I should stop training so much. Its eating up my time. Oh well... &amp;nbsp;After that phone call I decided to just start walking. I set off a little too early. I remember reaching 45 minutes before the lanes were opened up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reached seven eleven I decided to go in to look for something to buy. I ended up frustrated with nothing. And I walked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised how sunny the day was once I separated from the main buildings of our school and got a clear glimpse and feel of the light of the late afternoon. The sheltered walkway to the back gate was not really all that effective since the sun was at such a great angle by then. I went out of the school at this kind of time quite a few times already. But it never really did strike me how beautiful the day was. Some of my friends likes it when it is raining and dark. "Its colder, not so hot and sticky as always" is what they say. I don't like it humid either. But on friday, it was not humid, it was just sunny and bright and warm. It felt great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, I would be too busy talking to my friends or acquaintances to really notice the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consciously decide to keep myself absolutely quiet throughout the whole trip. I didn't plug in to listen to music or anything. I paid special attention to the squelching of my shoes as I walked to the MRT station and the murmurings of the people in the train as I stood in patient silence. I didn't bother to interpret specific words and sentences, but rather to just take it all in. It was rather soothing actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the squelching turned to scrunching on the gravel road leading up to the junction that is beside SAFRA Yishun, which is where I train, I remembered that I have to call up someone and so the silence broke. And things went back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do so well in training that day. Must have been all the Haruki Murakami short stories I have been reading. They occupied my thoughts. Disappointed, I took a cab home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-2899027289959796039?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/2899027289959796039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-realised-that-there-is-no-one-to-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2899027289959796039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2899027289959796039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-realised-that-there-is-no-one-to-walk.html' title='I realised that there is no one to walk with me to training.'/><author><name>dhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827464225867517108</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-28836883.post-3660244901255555609</id><published>2010-08-21T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:01:26.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 19px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;You want a social life, with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 19px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;A passionate love life and as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 19px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;To work hard every day. What’s true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 19px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Is of these three you may have two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 19px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;- Kenneth Koch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-3660244901255555609?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/3660244901255555609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' 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href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/08/gives-me-this-western-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2606898117828526506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2606898117828526506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/08/gives-me-this-western-feeling.html' title='Gives me this western feeling'/><author><name>dhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827464225867517108</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-28836883.post-3699847531690822123</id><published>2010-08-18T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T22:50:43.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heather Rhodes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U8LUxp0nV34?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U8LUxp0nV34?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-3699847531690822123?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/3699847531690822123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/08/heather-rhodes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3699847531690822123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3699847531690822123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/08/heather-rhodes.html' title='Heather Rhodes'/><author><name>dhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827464225867517108</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-28836883.post-4537848961401253155</id><published>2010-08-11T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:16:17.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY I LIKE SUNGLASSES</title><content type='html'>i wear them all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had no degrees, so i can be rid of these pesky contacts :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-4537848961401253155?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/4537848961401253155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey-i-like-sunglasses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/4537848961401253155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/4537848961401253155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey-i-like-sunglasses.html' title='HEY I LIKE SUNGLASSES'/><author><name>dhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827464225867517108</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-28836883.post-1040267716674537263</id><published>2010-08-10T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:10:46.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i may never go there again.</title><content type='html'>Some things may mean more to me than it would mean to anyone. And thats why it sucks to revisit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i won't be going there for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/28836883-1040267716674537263?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/1040267716674537263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-may-never-go-there-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/1040267716674537263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/1040267716674537263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-may-never-go-there-again.html' title='i may never go there again.'/><author><name>dhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827464225867517108</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-28836883.post-5937707436626727454</id><published>2010-08-07T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T20:39:32.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for the time to come.</title><content type='html'>I guess i still have to wait. thats all there is to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-5937707436626727454?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/5937707436626727454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/08/waiting-for-time-to-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/5937707436626727454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/5937707436626727454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/08/waiting-for-time-to-come.html' title='waiting for the time to come.'/><author><name>dhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827464225867517108</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-28836883.post-2233145267181357446</id><published>2010-08-06T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T23:53:00.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is not a confession, this is an apology.</title><content type='html'>haha. I walk around veiled in secrets, secrets you should know, yet I will never let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry... that it just cant work the way you want it, because thats not how I want it. I have hoped for so long that you would think the same way that I do. But you don't, and I don't know if you ever will. Maybe I will wait a little longer, or a lot longer. Its impossible to tell now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am apologising in advance. What a pessimist I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-2233145267181357446?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/2233145267181357446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-not-confession-this-is-apology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2233145267181357446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2233145267181357446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-not-confession-this-is-apology.html' title='this is not a confession, this is an apology.'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-3433695735212166032</id><published>2010-08-03T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:39:05.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>set u free.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XCEO9Jay-Ns&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XCEO9Jay-Ns&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-3433695735212166032?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/3433695735212166032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/08/set-u-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3433695735212166032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3433695735212166032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/08/set-u-free.html' title='set u free.'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-670850542559994560</id><published>2010-08-01T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T23:15:59.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insecurities</title><content type='html'>Hey Ding Hao, sometimes you are pretty insecure, you are pretty apprehensive. You are always afraid that people will not like you, but if they don't, you should know you still have friends who will pull through with you no matter what. That is what is important. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you are afraid to ask questions, but maybe some questions, despite how stupid they are, are meant to be asked. Or maybe just pay more attention when people are talking? Yeah, Don't be afraid of the emergence of gossip, you are mature enough to know how to handle such problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, Ding Hao, its weird how much you care about your looks, your actions, your words. Its important to a certain degree thats for sure. But have a little faith and you will find life much purer, much truer and filled with much more good. It helps to stop thinking and just have some fun at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Veil our words or just speak it like it is? Tough choice, but I do prefer to be less of a political and pretentious person, even if that means less people like me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously man, you used to be so confident, take control before the shit hits the fan. I know you can do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/28836883-670850542559994560?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/670850542559994560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/08/insecurities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/670850542559994560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/670850542559994560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/08/insecurities.html' title='insecurities'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-729736708649768480</id><published>2010-07-31T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T23:34:40.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody 66</title><content type='html'>arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nvm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-729736708649768480?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/729736708649768480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/07/bloody-66.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/729736708649768480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/729736708649768480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/07/bloody-66.html' title='bloody 66'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-1925237891069194783</id><published>2010-07-28T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:54:37.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tame impala.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vxvf7gR4-2M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vxvf7gR4-2M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha look around for some music and find all new kinds of things. I hate to limit myself to the radio. the internet is such a great and addictive place to be for music.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-1925237891069194783?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/1925237891069194783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/07/tame-impala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/1925237891069194783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/1925237891069194783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/07/tame-impala.html' title='tame impala.'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-7656294837722185035</id><published>2010-07-27T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T23:39:53.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dKXlgISd3iA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dKXlgISd3iA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-7656294837722185035?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/7656294837722185035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-touch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7656294837722185035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7656294837722185035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-touch.html' title='your touch'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-3518342273702930957</id><published>2010-07-26T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:56:14.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pointless salt water</title><content type='html'>Whenever I cry, its really just an outburst of the moment. After logical thought that comes after the shedding of tears, I tend to think that I was being immature, and lacking self control. I never cry in public nowadays, but I do it so often when I am alone, at home. Loneliness provokes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what the fuck, I cry, so what? Willingness to cry and wail is what makes us human. We are not machines of logic, but beasts of emotion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I cry and I cry and I cry some more. Till my throat gets sore and my eyes turn red. And I feel so much better. But I know that its like a drug and that nothing changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to do something about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-3518342273702930957?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/3518342273702930957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/07/pointless-salt-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3518342273702930957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3518342273702930957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/07/pointless-salt-water.html' title='pointless salt water'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-3679485577994236167</id><published>2010-07-20T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T23:31:13.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more than that.</title><content type='html'>These few weeks, from the holidays to the CTs to now, had been really complicated for me. There had been a huge mix of emotions. So many things affected me, from my results in school, academically and in terms of shooting improvement. To more personal feelings. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Academically, I didn't do very well, but thats not the point of this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is only fair for me to say that I had a great deal of fun these few weeks. I find myself surrounded by groups of awesome friends. Its interesting how you can belong to so many circles at once and still feel a sense of belonging to each and every one of these circles. My crazy classmates always provide good company during curriculum time, and one or two of them had shown me some sides of them that I never knew, and once I knew them more, I can't help but like them more. Of course the opposite had happened too, I guess it is better if you just keep a distance from some people if you want to still enjoy their company. It is my fault that when I was presented so many chances to develop deeper friendships with them that I chose to decline and not to do so. I was distracted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In shooting, as a Captain, I am constantly filled with different thoughts when thinking about the CCA; the promises I made during speech day, my individual results, my relationships with the people in the CCA. I am constantly filled with a fear that I will not be able to fulfill my promises. I do not want to disappoint people, especially those who put so much faith and trust in me. It would be irresponsible. Individually, my improvement is fluctuating so much its getting frustrating, as much as I would want to focus on what really matters when shooting (the sights, the action etc.) I just can't help thinking of so many other things. I find myself to be controlled by emotions so much more than I would like. As some of the people in the EXCO pointed out, I appear distracted at times. Yes, I was distracted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I still am distracted. Sometimes distraction can be so blissful, so fun. It gives you a false sense of purpose, dragging you away from what really matters...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I know that my distraction is pointless and potentially harmful, but to be honest, I can't give less of a shit, and thats my biggest failing, succumbing to my emotions more than my logic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I told a friend off and chose harsh words to do so just because I was not happy, without even thinking twice about how she would feel. Its really disgusting to think of how I can be so sensitive about things others say to me, but not sensitive towards others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to make of gossip. So I will not waste my time talking about something that is secretive and without goodwill. Just that I appreciate those friends who have been so supportive and restrained in gossiping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may have dug myself a hole that is too deep to climb out of. I may need you guys to throw some sand down so that I can fill my way out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you are reading this, I know you won't know yet, and you may not know ever, but just know its better if you don't. And if this sentence don't make sense, its how I meant it to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/28836883-3679485577994236167?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/3679485577994236167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/07/more-than-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3679485577994236167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3679485577994236167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/07/more-than-that.html' title='more than that.'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-8880823215400350909</id><published>2010-05-29T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:01:28.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guilty indulgences. 2</title><content type='html'>tods,&lt;div&gt;salvatore ferragamo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;robert geller,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;evisu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to top it off, triple 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything looks better with my contact lenses on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a delightful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-8880823215400350909?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/8880823215400350909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/05/guilty-indulgences-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/8880823215400350909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/8880823215400350909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/05/guilty-indulgences-2.html' title='guilty indulgences. 2'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-5603196905931053447</id><published>2010-05-20T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:00:17.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the times are flashing by.</title><content type='html'>These past few days have been so eventful, so joyful, so sad, and definitely so confusing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyful-- Well, it would be a huge lie to say that i was not overjoyed after i was chosen as the shooting captain. After years of not making it, I am finally getting somewhere in my school. I attribute such a success to many things, one of which is getting the support from my batch mates and the leaving EXCO. Yes i do feel overjoyed, but that feeling was quickly overcame by the feeling of self doubt and strangeness. Did i really deserve to be in this position? What the EXCO and what my CCA peers saw in these few months definitely will not be definitive of my character, my many weaknesses were not allowed to be shown by myself, as this is still a competition for a place in the EXCO. The most important notion that i got from all of these is that, within the three people that ran for Captain, i had the least to lose. It made me feel like a cruel creature... but it did not give me any regret, after all, life is not a bed of roses, not everything can go your way, my failures in secondary school saw to that. But this time, I strove for the position and now, more and more, it is not about whether i deserved it, but rather, whether i can earn it. I talked to a few friends about this, and i can say that their opinions certainly helped me in accepting myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( For everyone in shooting reading this, please do not feel offended with what ever i wrote here. I am just pinning down my thoughts and i do hope that you approach them with an open mind. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadness-- I remember that i valued my friends a lot, and that they are what I look forward to in school everyday. But now i am starting to get tired... it seems less and less meaningful to work towards a deeper friendship with those around me, and the effort it takes seems more and more daunting. I feel guilty, and I feel sad. How can I be so hypocritical? I said that i hoped that friendships will be beyond the surface, but me myself have been promoting superficial friendships. Rovik, Benson and a few other friends, yeah, thats right, its about you guys, and I have to say I am really sorry, I am not sure if you guys have noticed me growing further and further away, perhaps JC just eats your soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confused-- I am so confused nowadays. My feelings are so mixed, my thought are so jumbled. I think fervently for one second, and forget all about it the next second. What a mess. I gotta do something about this situation. But... why do i even bother? I don't think anything will be fruitful anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After thinking about all these, I don't think i have much time left, JC is not gonna last long... How am i going to make the best out of it all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-5603196905931053447?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/5603196905931053447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/05/times-are-flashing-by.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/5603196905931053447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/5603196905931053447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/05/times-are-flashing-by.html' title='the times are flashing by.'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-5312785948588926810</id><published>2010-05-13T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T00:36:18.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you everyone for giving me this chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Ding Hao, for being confident in yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you common sense for making the right decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you friends for your support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know i wont disappoint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/28836883-5312785948588926810?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/5312785948588926810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/05/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/5312785948588926810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/5312785948588926810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank you.'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-8349917893858099426</id><published>2010-05-06T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:55:07.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fly by us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CokUQf8FtWU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CokUQf8FtWU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everyone is so busy doing their own things these few days, no one really has the time to talk anymore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am certainly not working hard enough. Too much procrastination is gonna be the death of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-8349917893858099426?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/8349917893858099426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/05/fly-by-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/8349917893858099426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/8349917893858099426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/05/fly-by-us.html' title='fly by us.'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-5444861399689907801</id><published>2010-04-29T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:09:44.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal views'/><title type='text'>I just believe in me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BQcU5w915p8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BQcU5w915p8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hatin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-5444861399689907801?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/5444861399689907801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-believe-in-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/5444861399689907801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/5444861399689907801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-believe-in-me.html' title='I just believe in me.'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-8630393192469670820</id><published>2010-04-25T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:36:24.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a music box.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sG3aSV_2S2w/S9QYFW6o6_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/1Bf8oer0DMs/s1600/IMG_0648.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sG3aSV_2S2w/S9QYFW6o6_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/1Bf8oer0DMs/s640/IMG_0648.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This music box was given to me in 2002 if I recall correctly (which i am not confident of). How it brings back memories.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people in your life that at times, you forget what impact they had on you. The person who gave this to me had long gone away, but the footprint left on my life will never leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think i was only Primary 3 then. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-8630393192469670820?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/8630393192469670820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/04/music-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/8630393192469670820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/8630393192469670820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/04/music-box.html' title='a music box.'/><author><name>dhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827464225867517108</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/_sG3aSV_2S2w/S9QYFW6o6_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/1Bf8oer0DMs/s72-c/IMG_0648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-4780505835205027102</id><published>2010-04-24T14:27:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T18:31:24.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfWVKQoRXhk&amp;amp;feature=related" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" alt="first thing i thought of when listening to this song."&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sG3aSV_2S2w/S9KN5KUzziI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BXBCu8r91J0/s640/Wallpaper.png" width="640" alt="first thing i thought of when listening to this song." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;first thing that came to mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;such is the power of branding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-4780505835205027102?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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/_sG3aSV_2S2w/S9KN5KUzziI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BXBCu8r91J0/s72-c/Wallpaper.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-5269987516097879403</id><published>2010-04-22T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T15:11:58.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Islands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="   line-height: 15px;font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;color:#333333;"&gt;I don't have to leave anymore&lt;br /&gt;What I have is right here&lt;br /&gt;Spend my nights and days before&lt;br /&gt;Searching the world for what's right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath and unexplored&lt;br /&gt;Islands and cities I have looked&lt;br /&gt;Here I saw&lt;br /&gt;Something I couldn't over look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am yours now&lt;br /&gt;So now I don't ever have to leave&lt;br /&gt;I've been found out&lt;br /&gt;So now I'll never explore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I've done&lt;br /&gt;That bridge is on fire&lt;br /&gt;Going back to where I've been&lt;br /&gt;I'm froze by desire&lt;br /&gt;No need to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would I be&lt;br /&gt;If this were to go under&lt;br /&gt;That's a risk I'd take&lt;br /&gt;I'm froze by desire&lt;br /&gt;As if a choice I'd make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am yours now&lt;br /&gt;So now I don't ever have to leave&lt;br /&gt;I've been found out&lt;br /&gt;So now I'll never explore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'll never explore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-5269987516097879403?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/5269987516097879403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/04/islands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/5269987516097879403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/5269987516097879403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/04/islands.html' title='Islands'/><author><name>dhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827464225867517108</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-28836883.post-5413445886195168591</id><published>2010-04-20T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T15:13:15.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal views'/><title type='text'>It is so overwhelming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sG3aSV_2S2w/S83F4Yj_0oI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1LPEAuzQNs0/s1600/SNC00019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sG3aSV_2S2w/S83F4Yj_0oI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1LPEAuzQNs0/s640/SNC00019.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 months. Thats how long it took for the first phase of JC life to pass. Some of us may still feel a remaining attachment, but soon, we will be moving on, such is the fast fast world we live in. Sure, some of us may still stay in contact, but what was once an entity had broken into smaller fragments. As I leave a world behind I look forward to stepping into new places, gaining new experiences. I eagerly await, and I have a feeling that this time its gonna last longer than 4 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-5413445886195168591?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/5413445886195168591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-is-so-overwhelming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/5413445886195168591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/5413445886195168591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-is-so-overwhelming.html' title='It is so overwhelming'/><author><name>dhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827464225867517108</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/_sG3aSV_2S2w/S83F4Yj_0oI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1LPEAuzQNs0/s72-c/SNC00019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-2987509815562078702</id><published>2010-04-18T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T15:10:05.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>she says it right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CEVyf6y_-Y4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CEVyf6y_-Y4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="   line-height: 23px;font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:15px;color:#474747;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="   line-height: 23px;font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:15px;color:#474747;"&gt;Candy says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="   line-height: 23px;font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:15px;color:#474747;"&gt;I've come to hate my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="   line-height: 23px;font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:15px;color:#474747;"&gt;And all that it requires in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="   line-height: 23px;font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:15px;color:#474747;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy says&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to know completely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What others so discreetly talk about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm gonna watch the blue birds fly over my shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm gonna watch them pass me by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe when I'm older&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What do you think I'd see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I could walk away from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Candy says&lt;br /&gt;I hate the quiet places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That cause the smallest taste of what will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy says&lt;br /&gt;I hate the big decisions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That cause endless revisions in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm gonna watch the blue birds fly over my shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm gonna watch them pass me by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe when I'm older&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What do you think I'd see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I could walk away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-2987509815562078702?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/2987509815562078702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/04/she-says-it-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2987509815562078702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2987509815562078702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/04/she-says-it-right.html' title='she says it right.'/><author><name>dhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827464225867517108</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-28836883.post-6974627947408356457</id><published>2010-04-18T16:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T15:13:43.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>I love things thats cool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sG3aSV_2S2w/S8rGbMgskeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Iw6DElqjKr4/s1600/kult+mags.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="418" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sG3aSV_2S2w/S8rGbMgskeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Iw6DElqjKr4/s640/kult+mags.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after going to ORA, which was so bleh... I went to orchard with rovik and benson, picked up a mag by this company called "kult", cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;url&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/url&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;url&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kult.com.sg/"&gt;http://www.kult.com.sg/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/url&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;singaporeans aren't so dull after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/28836883-6974627947408356457?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/6974627947408356457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-things-thats-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/6974627947408356457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/6974627947408356457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-things-thats-cool.html' title='I love things thats cool.'/><author><name>dhao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827464225867517108</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/_sG3aSV_2S2w/S8rGbMgskeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Iw6DElqjKr4/s72-c/kult+mags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-7657836096596402870</id><published>2010-04-09T01:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T23:52:47.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal views'/><title type='text'>a sea of people.</title><content type='html'>I don’t want come off as attention seeking and all, but I hate the feeling of being “just another guy in the school”. As much as it is a bad thing, I have to admit that I really enjoy attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am basically quite a selfish person, I enjoy it when things are focused around myself (in a good way), and I do like to think about my own interests when doing things. I have been trying to think more about others, and through that I have changed quite a bit in the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I find the school to be a very difficult place to be honing my empathy skills. Instead, I have this renewed sense of wanting, or even needing to stand out. I am so afraid of being just another boy in a white school shirt who would grow up to be another generic professional, this is not to say that there is anything wrong with that, if you can be satisfied. The problem is my character don’t allow myself to be so easily satisfied. When some character workshop guy asked me to pick 3 important things I value in life, I picked power in place of family... thinking back, that is a really selfish thing to do, seeing that I owe a lot to my parents. But if I were to have picked anything else it would be lying to myself, it is such ambition, founded or not, that fuels my fear of being just another bystander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In RJ if you only achieve what you are supposed to, you underachieve. I don't want to be an underachiever, yet I feel like one right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-7657836096596402870?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/7657836096596402870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/04/sea-of-people.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7657836096596402870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7657836096596402870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/04/sea-of-people.html' title='a sea of people.'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-3750233109954119656</id><published>2010-03-30T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T00:04:35.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><title type='text'>the day outside of class.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/S7IWG7lcxqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/hGlWinuzmIg/s1600/DSC02763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="362" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/S7IWG7lcxqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/hGlWinuzmIg/s640/DSC02763.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A day in school with no school. That exactly what I am looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Class Camp, I got to know better the way people think, and all this is very interesting. Some people may have strong feelings over the actions and the thoughts of others. However, before we seek to judge, we must first seek to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Alternatives matter, its okay to think selfish, but learn to think about others; its okay to think about personal gains, but learn to think about long term losses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/S7IiOqwTjYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/I-jN0fo-rAk/s1600/DSC02767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="362" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/S7IiOqwTjYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/I-jN0fo-rAk/s640/DSC02767.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/28836883-3750233109954119656?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/3750233109954119656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-outside-of-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3750233109954119656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3750233109954119656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-outside-of-class.html' title='the day outside of class.'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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/___PKyWcLpjg/S7IWG7lcxqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/hGlWinuzmIg/s72-c/DSC02763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-1694762663923943315</id><published>2010-03-28T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T00:04:02.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='primary school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>we are like birds.</title><content type='html'>oh, the excitement over shopping almost made me forgot what was really important.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, one of my primary school classmates flew off to Australia to pursue her further studies, its pretty strange when i thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After primary school, i automatically assumed all my close friends would remain close, and even if not, they would always be within reach. A call or a MSN message should handle that pretty well. That belief was shaken yesterday... sure, she said that she would be back in december to visit, but really, after such a long time abroad, she probably would have forgotten her old friends anyway.&lt;br /&gt;A few years back, another of my close friend flew to canada to pursue his studies there, when he came back to "visit" us, he seemed like a complete stranger for the first hour or so, and no matter what, he just don't seem like the same person i knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, but on the bright side i met with some other old friends yesterday while sending her off. still a bunch of great people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/S69mv1-UYQI/AAAAAAAAAII/fI-o1bZ2J2Q/s1600/DSC02746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="361" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/S69mv1-UYQI/AAAAAAAAAII/fI-o1bZ2J2Q/s640/DSC02746.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-1694762663923943315?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/1694762663923943315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-are-like-birds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/1694762663923943315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/1694762663923943315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-are-like-birds.html' title='we are like birds.'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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/___PKyWcLpjg/S69mv1-UYQI/AAAAAAAAAII/fI-o1bZ2J2Q/s72-c/DSC02746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-911283803393761668</id><published>2010-03-28T20:58:00.052+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T00:03:15.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>sinful indulgences.</title><content type='html'>We all have something we love to do.&lt;br /&gt;I love to shop, and my mom is my accomplice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought this PUMA x Hussein Chalayan windbreaker from the VIVO outlet. ( sorry poser photo xD).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/S69VXbacC8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/tKmgdJLxHVs/s1600/WINDBREAKER.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/S69VXbacC8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/tKmgdJLxHVs/s640/WINDBREAKER.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now i have something that wont be too hot to wear in our hot hot hot hot country Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something interesting was what i realised after i purchased this windbreaker, on the underside of the bag they put your purchase in:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/S69VneabBOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/rXXZi4TRyiA/s1600/IMG_0614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/S69VneabBOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/rXXZi4TRyiA/s640/IMG_0614.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-911283803393761668?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/911283803393761668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/03/sinful-indulgences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/911283803393761668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/911283803393761668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/03/sinful-indulgences.html' title='sinful indulgences.'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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/___PKyWcLpjg/S69VXbacC8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/tKmgdJLxHVs/s72-c/WINDBREAKER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-8420179864812752424</id><published>2010-03-26T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T00:02:47.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schedule'/><title type='text'>oh there seems to be nothing to do.</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, many of you will disagree furiously with my title. School work is ramping up the pace, and it many of you are having difficulties keeping up with work/cca/life. Well, thats you i guess, right now in JC, my life seems so monotonous, it always comprises of the following schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning- wake up, go school, go library study/stone for 2-3 hours, then come home and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pathetic little thing i have going on here. haha. i miss the days where i would be busy busy till 7-8 at night and go home feeling great because i know i have done so much in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, it seems like my responsibilities have dropped to a all time low since sec 2. I can't remember the last time I felt so, "unburdened". While many of you may think, "oh my that lucky boy", I just can't help feeling completely helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a free thinker, I believe there is only one life and thats it, it makes me annoyed when i realise that I am wasting so much free time on looking at facebook and surfing the net. I want something to do. Something with purpose, with impact and with meaning. My last four years in RI02 Scouts filled that gap for me and maybe even filled it over the brim, but now, my new CCA: shooting seems to be rather slackish, at least for now. I want to get into the school team so bad, but I can't train because of restrictions in resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, i do feel carefree and lighthearted when there is no work around, but when i think back, I am just afraid that i will not be able to achieve anything in my last 2 years in this school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-8420179864812752424?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/8420179864812752424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-there-seems-to-be-nothing-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/8420179864812752424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/8420179864812752424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-there-seems-to-be-nothing-to-do.html' title='oh there seems to be nothing to do.'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-7737829338118307196</id><published>2010-03-25T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T00:01:45.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sec4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='og'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='return'/><title type='text'>Well, old friend, i have returned.</title><content type='html'>Well, i think many people know me as a slacker, and this blog shows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been blogging for, what, a year now? Yeah, i changed a lot during this period of time and I think if anyone who just got to know me this year read the old posts on this blog, they will be pretty shocked. (i dunno, just thinking.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back to all those posts, i am sort of embarrassed... I have been blogging on and off for 3-4 years, and my thoughts and writing did not progress beyond "angsty teen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you who read my blog may not know this, but my sec 4 year had a really big impact on how i composed myself. When i used to be a really Impulsive person, i have been trying to tone down on my actions. I like it when friends speak honestly about what they feel about your conduct, and thats what helped me change for the better. Its all about getting to know yourself better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC life is completely different haha, gone are the times where we sit in class cracking sick jokes, girls can be blamed for taking that away from me. Its all about studying now. Well... it was all about studying last time too, but I never felt the pressure till this year. Those who know me better, will probably know that i still slack a lot. :D never over pressure yourself, thats what i think, we always work better when we are relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if its just me, but while i see many friends fade into the background, some of my closer friends get better by the day. Its hard to make new friends in RJC, so lets just make do with what you have, and make the best of it. its pretty nice when friends don't care how "cool" each other is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, i am realising how belated this post is gonna be in regards to topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;og gloopgloop:&lt;br /&gt;wonderful people. its sad that i have so much time yet they have so little.&lt;br /&gt;u guys study so much its crazy. yet thats what make all of you so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class 11so6m:&lt;br /&gt;this is a hard one, old friends stay true, new friends take time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-7737829338118307196?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/7737829338118307196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-old-friend-i-have-returned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7737829338118307196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7737829338118307196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-old-friend-i-have-returned.html' title='Well, old friend, i have returned.'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-8451971873549270482</id><published>2008-07-30T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:33:46.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SJCHI7Q0_-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/zZFH_5Y_A1w/s1600-h/image-upload-273-731012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SJCHI7Q0_-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/zZFH_5Y_A1w/s320/image-upload-273-731012.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Movie is quite old liao.  Got this poster on tuesday its damn big. Cost me quite a lot :s &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/28836883-8451971873549270482?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/8451971873549270482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/07/snakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/8451971873549270482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/8451971873549270482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/07/snakes.html' title='Snakes.'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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/___PKyWcLpjg/SJCHI7Q0_-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/zZFH_5Y_A1w/s72-c/image-upload-273-731012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-2057680901241229873</id><published>2008-07-27T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:33:46.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SIxxgD_KrRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oOKl2Kmu9ak/s1600-h/image-upload-165-748160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SIxxgD_KrRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oOKl2Kmu9ak/s320/image-upload-165-748160.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This time this is a hand trying to break a lego toy apart.&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/28836883-2057680901241229873?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/2057680901241229873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2057680901241229873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2057680901241229873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-hand.html' title='Another hand'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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/___PKyWcLpjg/SIxxgD_KrRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oOKl2Kmu9ak/s72-c/image-upload-165-748160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-7690417973715052176</id><published>2008-07-25T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:33:47.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ink drawing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SInvtskbibI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zotXfEf1W0g/s1600-h/image-upload-45-750396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SInvtskbibI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zotXfEf1W0g/s320/image-upload-45-750396.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Spent 2 hours doing this. Used ink on water colour paper. Actually i used the staedler fineliner to do the whole thing and use water to do the effect. Lol lost my pencil box... Any way it has some purple because the ink isn't pure black i guess&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/28836883-7690417973715052176?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/7690417973715052176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/07/ink-drawing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7690417973715052176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7690417973715052176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/07/ink-drawing.html' title='Ink drawing.'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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/___PKyWcLpjg/SInvtskbibI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zotXfEf1W0g/s72-c/image-upload-45-750396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-4241745155094665734</id><published>2008-07-23T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:20:31.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Argh so much crap to do nowadays. No time to post. Maybe post later or something not now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-4241745155094665734?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/4241745155094665734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/4241745155094665734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/4241745155094665734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_23.html' title='...'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-2760047779425772546</id><published>2008-07-18T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:01:15.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp fire and stuff. Part 1</title><content type='html'>Alright, wednesday was campfire day. Woke up freakishly early for a holiday just to go to school. I think i reached at about 8 am. Woke up at 6.30 or something. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when i reached school, i walked around and saw absolutely nobody around. so i was like wtf. Lol anyway at least i saw mrs ng and mr lim walking around the place inspecting the stuff. The gateway looked sorta completed at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i found jon tan soon after all this and we asked for a room to slack in. Well mrs ng granted us one and thus we slacked there till 9 o clock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Then it was the first dressed rehearsal. By that time, jun kiat, kwang ik, yong xin and koon chong was already with us. However, when we got down for rehearsal, it was all rather shoddy. nothing was even set up properly yet and even the actors are not there yet. So it was rather stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, everyone soon arrived, from Boys Brigade to RICO. The rehearsal then started. lol before all that i must bear with jun kiat's nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was the first time we actually had to do a full dress rehearsal. Or should i say (full undressed). Lol. Some girls passing by were laughing at koon chong. (from RGS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post about the actual thing later in the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-2760047779425772546?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/2760047779425772546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/07/camp-fire-and-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2760047779425772546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2760047779425772546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/07/camp-fire-and-stuff.html' title='Camp fire and stuff. Part 1'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-4718697314658348555</id><published>2008-07-15T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:33:47.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bearded jap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SHzFGNGBxwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yolKwwRUx1o/s1600-h/image-upload-165-772211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SHzFGNGBxwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yolKwwRUx1o/s320/image-upload-165-772211.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lol this is what i did randomly when doing the lego watercolour study. Its called the bearded jap&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/28836883-4718697314658348555?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/4718697314658348555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/07/bearded-jap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/4718697314658348555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/4718697314658348555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/07/bearded-jap.html' title='The bearded jap'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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/___PKyWcLpjg/SHzFGNGBxwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yolKwwRUx1o/s72-c/image-upload-165-772211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-7585000780437099550</id><published>2008-07-15T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:33:48.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol today was rather lame. Went to school early for aborigine dance (XD) practice and just found yong xin painting a fishball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol the dance improved a lot today. NO VIDEO haha. Well. Nothing interesting other than that. Tomorrow is the crazy campfire, hope it succeeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SHy9z-kUwkI/AAAAAAAAADs/kvwgGG1eiKQ/s1600-h/DSC00536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SHy9z-kUwkI/AAAAAAAAADs/kvwgGG1eiKQ/s400/DSC00536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223258368509264450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol. Loincloth for the dance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SHy-ASw2nvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/iEP8DtBkCQY/s1600-h/DSC00537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SHy-ASw2nvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/iEP8DtBkCQY/s400/DSC00537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223258580088954610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wtf is yen ming doing here. He is supposed to be in construction. (he looks emo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i will show you what i was doing before posting the two posts (the sixers one and this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SHy-aiUqouI/AAAAAAAAAD8/u9TZwcXpDwo/s1600-h/DSC00539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SHy-aiUqouI/AAAAAAAAAD8/u9TZwcXpDwo/s400/DSC00539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223259030942294754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol its watercolour (my first serious attempt btw) lol for the art project. I am doing (damage) lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-7585000780437099550?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/7585000780437099550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/07/lol-today-was-rather-lame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7585000780437099550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7585000780437099550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/07/lol-today-was-rather-lame.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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/___PKyWcLpjg/SHy9z-kUwkI/AAAAAAAAADs/kvwgGG1eiKQ/s72-c/DSC00536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-2820132235617864804</id><published>2008-07-15T22:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:33:50.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STC!</title><content type='html'>Well i have been away from friday till sunday afternoon in a Cub Scout Sixers Training camp as a service scout... so i am gonna post about that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you can see from the last post, the change of time was rather abrupt and i had to rush to the training camp... Packed everything in a hurry, didn't even had time to think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when i reached the place, i waited for an hour for Hui Kiat to arrive to bring us to the Campsite it self. however, it turned out they needed our help carrying groceries back. How great.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, bought 110-something worth of food if i recalled properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us took our dinner yet so thats what we went for next. Didnt even had time to go to the campsite yet. Anyway dinner was at some funny restaurant. The food was average lah, didn't really enjoy myself there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the rest of the night were spent briefing about the next few das activities and taking a walk through the night hike route. It was rather short and not frightening at all. Heres a shot from the trial walk.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SHy4rdPGCdI/AAAAAAAAADE/bkkNfxPxfOw/s1600-h/DSC00524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SHy4rdPGCdI/AAAAAAAAADE/bkkNfxPxfOw/s400/DSC00524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223252724564756946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cant see a crap but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay after that, jon see, me, nic eu and wen da played bridge till 2.30. Lol. I think i wont a few but lost more. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally saw the primary students the next day. My group was the first group. The people there damn boring lor. Even i couldn't spice them up. Had some help from tats, lol. But nothing much in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the day went fast and after all the intro games and crap we finally got to the day exploration hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hike was like 2 km or something, freaking short lor. Tat Hsiang was with me, lol. He kept telling the boys to run and they did run. In the end with all the hinting they got (prob the most out of all the groups) we went back first and in 20 minutes. LOL. The slowest group took 2 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then campfire (a small one) preparation was up. my pack (group, which was called PANTHER X&lt;) didnt do a thing so i had to write their whole acting script... The campfires wasnt good anyway so. Heres a pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SHy6fHyhCOI/AAAAAAAAADM/38vYSzRkHYU/s400/DSC00528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223254711672572130" border="0" /&gt;cant see a shyt again, well whatever XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after that was the night hike, the actual one. Tats was with me again. Lol he is like some assistant to me. XD. Anyway we were like telling them horror stories througout the whole thing. The funny thing was, tats was the first to get a little spooked out. :P lol. he may deny it, but i know. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end tats go and scare someone in the pack until he almost cried. Luckily i was there to calm him down. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after the hike we slept. Or should i say did a barbeque. Lol, the satay was great, certainly worth the trouble to make it. But got a sore throat cos of that. Crap. anyway, while we were playing cards later in the night, 2.30 to 4. We heard someone shat in his tent. LOL SICK MAN. anyway it happened and the guy was covered with shit. DAMN disgusting lor. Wtf. Here is the tent in the next morning after the cleanup (which no one from o2 participated in :P):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SHy74atz_7I/AAAAAAAAADU/Aa4nFe_k5bc/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SHy74atz_7I/AAAAAAAAADU/Aa4nFe_k5bc/s400/DSC00532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223256245761474482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol can see it in all its glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the next day past fast did nothing much except listen to a guy talk to the cubs. Well here is all of them in a photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SHy8pcyC_gI/AAAAAAAAADk/XlB14nFr5g0/s1600-h/DSC00534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SHy8pcyC_gI/AAAAAAAAADk/XlB14nFr5g0/s400/DSC00534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223257088129695234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well thats all for the camp...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-2820132235617864804?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/2820132235617864804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/07/stc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2820132235617864804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2820132235617864804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/07/stc.html' title='STC!'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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/___PKyWcLpjg/SHy4rdPGCdI/AAAAAAAAADE/bkkNfxPxfOw/s72-c/DSC00524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-2481632049781503056</id><published>2008-07-11T16:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:33:50.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my god. Die liao. </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SHcYqDX-JEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xVZnv0yJ27A/s1600-h/image-upload-39-748661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SHcYqDX-JEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xVZnv0yJ27A/s320/image-upload-39-748661.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Rushing home on mrt right now. Just found out that the p 6 camp i was supposed to help in is moved earlier to today after it was postponed to tomorrow... Ah. Crap still need to cut my hair leh, too long liao.   Today quite screwed up, did nothing but paint a stupid controller and buy plastic toy swords which costs 3 bucks. Screwed up the aborigine dance meeting, lol lucky mr lim brought it back on track. Haiz, 'bad planning' 'too much excuses' he said. Yeah thats true sometimes... Well they are now practicing without me. Hope the train go faster still got alot to pack...       &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/28836883-2481632049781503056?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/2481632049781503056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-my-god-die-liao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2481632049781503056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2481632049781503056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-my-god-die-liao.html' title='Oh my god. Die liao. '/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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/___PKyWcLpjg/SHcYqDX-JEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xVZnv0yJ27A/s72-c/image-upload-39-748661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-5597197486504818688</id><published>2008-07-04T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:59:06.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seperate Note---</title><content type='html'>On a seperate note.&lt;br /&gt;I find it really amusing why people like to associate people in scouts or other ugs as gays or anything. Its really very amusing. Sometimes i laugh at the thought.&lt;br /&gt;As we can all see, isn't UGs are made up of useless people. Maybe. Is it because We have no use in other ccas and UGs is thus a dumping ground, maybe. Is it Footdrills are for lame people and disipline is an aspect that is not present in our present day? Well maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Why does leaders such as lee kuan yew and goh chok tong join scouts. 01 and 02 raffles respectively while they are so much more capable? (GCT was also in swimming) Were they stupid in wasting their time at UGs? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Uniformed Groups are what many students in top schools and other schools view as dumping grounds and the such. And i guess i should agree to the statement, Shouldnt i? seeing that its true?&lt;br /&gt;But i wont. I dun oppose people who think that ugs are useless or whatever, but i oppose those who view us as "gay" as "useless", "noob" or what not. Maybe it just that some of you guys dun like me and just using my CCA as a subject to insult me. If that is so, then i think you should find something more meaningful to insult people with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people who read this will think of me as being lame and stupid in posting such things, well it just my opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-5597197486504818688?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/5597197486504818688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/07/seperate-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/5597197486504818688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/5597197486504818688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/07/seperate-note.html' title='The Seperate Note---'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-1903099909428830683</id><published>2008-07-04T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:59:02.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like shit after yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my maths ct, a freaking test it is. Only answered one out of 7 questions fully... WtFFFK. I am quite angry with myself for not studying. Shit man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was mostly uninteresting. But after yesterday's event i didnt even feel like coming to school.&lt;br /&gt;Came to school and had english first. Was stupid, got scolded my the teacher for like half of the lesson. played soccer for PE, was quite lame. Lol i signed up for some inter-ug half marathon organising committee. its damn stupid, but i guess its something to do.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway chemistry was just the same talk that our teacher says. Its not entertaining after half a year.&lt;br /&gt;CCA. Banner painting for the campfire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-1903099909428830683?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/1903099909428830683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-feel-like-shit-after-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/1903099909428830683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/1903099909428830683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-feel-like-shit-after-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-6489693897924828776</id><published>2008-06-29T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:32:13.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guess what. This is my 100th post. i guess thats a yay. A boring post tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol i have not been updating often as i have lots of work nowadays or maybe it just laziness. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well today i went to the toys and comic convention at suntec. haha, its great and all saw lots of stuff. It was a little crazy seeing all those cosplay fanatics tho. a bit siao. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway saw mr fong, my previous science teacher, at the convention. Bought his comic, sir fong adventures of science thats whats its called if i am not mistaken. a great little read, albeit a little short imo. Its great supporting local artists anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol my cousin bough a 145 bucks halo toy model. siao leh. but its not bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit tomorrow got maths test. Die already. nver study... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-6489693897924828776?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/6489693897924828776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-guess-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/6489693897924828776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/6489693897924828776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-1977501451045312612</id><published>2008-06-23T19:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:07:54.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crap there is no time to post. firstday of school and they dun cut us no slack at all man.&lt;br /&gt;haizz still cant post about the mountain climb... going to forget everything already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-1977501451045312612?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/1977501451045312612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/06/crap-there-is-no-time-to-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/1977501451045312612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/1977501451045312612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/06/crap-there-is-no-time-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-3095432559720914974</id><published>2008-06-07T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T12:04:58.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what? I feel so useless suddenly. Here is a list of whys:&lt;br /&gt;Earn no respect.   Not recognised for skills.               Dun feel worthy.   Outshined.            Never achieved anything.                                          I have some great friends who i will never replace. But it is me who i think isn't worth their friendship. I am selfish yet demand others to be selfless. My flaws weigh more than my strengths.             Just so you know. I am not stupid so dun get the wrong idea. Just trying to be aware&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-3095432559720914974?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/3095432559720914974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-know-what-i-feel-so-useless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3095432559720914974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3095432559720914974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-know-what-i-feel-so-useless.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-2765944036570698336</id><published>2008-06-05T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:02:57.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wait. Let me just list down few things that happened. Cause we all love lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 and before&lt;br /&gt;-before camp, sprained ankle&lt;br /&gt;-layout = slack. wtf 24 pushups???!!!&lt;br /&gt;-camp prep. Screwed up. But passable lah.&lt;br /&gt;-pioneering -&gt; wasted time&lt;br /&gt;-Wargames - 4th or 3rd dun remember. But was slack. at least for me :p&lt;br /&gt;-Sleep. gotta love that.&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;-Batch dynams. Sprain ankle did only conveyor belt. Feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;-The rest of day two are insignificant useless games and station games that i felt were pointless and anyway shark was like 4th or 5th in them or last so F**k that.&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;-Whole day in CCAC screwing around with yong Xin and justin and zhen wei (i got it right, right?) while others hike.&lt;br /&gt;-Screw that shit ankle.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else today. Shark 4th for hike. I supported them by walking the last stretch with them. (some ventures were "touched" by this)&lt;br /&gt;-Sing Scouting Light. Was a hugely successful hit.&lt;br /&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;-No PT. (ANKLE)XD&lt;br /&gt;-Dragonboat. Lame but fun.&lt;br /&gt;-Improvished rafting. Ridiculus and funny. Showed good eye power in the process. &lt;br /&gt;-I shall applaud those who worked From lion, sheng yeow xian zheng and brandon. Some others. From shark Me and fuhua and Ryan Seah. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;-Cat 1. No climbing or abseiling. Meow.&lt;br /&gt;-1st in skit performance. I did an funny elvis shit. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;-Did all ironman stations. Didnt do twister final challenge cos of ankle. Anyway fu hua did us proud. Go fu hua!&lt;br /&gt;-Sleep. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Day 5&lt;br /&gt;-VOJ rocks. Knots station- 7 first class knots, undisputed winner. &lt;br /&gt;-Obstacle course- first. I think.&lt;br /&gt;-Pioneering- 1st baby.&lt;br /&gt;-Orienteering- Not sure. did alright i think. maybe 1st &lt;br /&gt;-Signalling. Lol. 4th&lt;br /&gt;-First aid. WOOOHOOO LAST!!! shit.&lt;br /&gt;-Raised flag- screwed marching&lt;br /&gt;-abseiling- boring. was talking with the ryan seah yong xin and clement the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;-High element was short but great fun. Jump the trapeze man.&lt;br /&gt;-Clean up and f**ked off the campsite. yay. &lt;br /&gt;-Donated 20 bucks to Myanmar at some citibank kiosk in the mrt station when going home.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks. Sam swees blog shall have more stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i am tired and i still have a mountain climb.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway good job shark. You were great. Just need to learn to have initiative and be more respectful to me and fu hua. Great job. 4th is not too bad. But ROOM for lots of improvement. WE can do this shyt man. Lets show them our bite in december camp. &lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-2765944036570698336?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/2765944036570698336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/06/wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2765944036570698336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2765944036570698336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/06/wait.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-3814887545575331696</id><published>2008-06-05T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:29:56.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what. The only thing i can say about camp is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So waht you see is what you get. I think i am just too lazy to post more. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-3814887545575331696?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/3814887545575331696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-know-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3814887545575331696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3814887545575331696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-1402970668029416483</id><published>2008-06-04T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:09:56.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright... thinking of what to post about camp. so here are some vids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o9698TqtY4A&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o9698TqtY4A&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JzqumbhfxRo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JzqumbhfxRo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-1402970668029416483?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/1402970668029416483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/06/alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/1402970668029416483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/1402970668029416483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/06/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-8406992386782438446</id><published>2008-06-01T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:06:43.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all right back from camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So expect a long post sometime soon probably tomorrow. anyway not really bothered to post now. still have den cleanup tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-8406992386782438446?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/8406992386782438446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-right-back-from-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/8406992386782438446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/8406992386782438446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-right-back-from-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-6292472797261318826</id><published>2008-05-25T08:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:33:51.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qV6qwaB3Z8/SDgyaOVlFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FmO0on2hRs0/s1600-h/image-upload-245-772593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qV6qwaB3Z8/SDgyaOVlFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FmO0on2hRs0/s1600-h/image-upload-245-772593.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. The term is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i was in school the whole day doing camp preparations for the june camp, It was rather productive. But i feel that i should be more serious to the juniors.&lt;br /&gt;However the juniors were rather cooperative, and i think it was one of the best pm held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i had to go to the army market to buy the stuff for my survival kit and the Mountain climb. Got almost everything except for the magnesium flint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i got a new swiss army knife, its rather cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SDiwbNfeG1I/AAAAAAAAABg/d3Zulw6CSKU/s1600-h/image-upload-245-772593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/SDiwbNfeG1I/AAAAAAAAABg/d3Zulw6CSKU/s320/image-upload-245-772593.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204103350951222098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright, gonna have piano lesson soon. so thats all folks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-6292472797261318826?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/6292472797261318826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/05/alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/6292472797261318826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/6292472797261318826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/05/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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/_3qV6qwaB3Z8/SDgyaOVlFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FmO0on2hRs0/s72-c/image-upload-245-772593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-3222486820937629151</id><published>2008-05-24T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:33:51.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qV6qwaB3Z8/SDgyaOVlFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FmO0on2hRs0/s1600-h/image-upload-245-772593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qV6qwaB3Z8/SDgyaOVlFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FmO0on2hRs0/s320/image-upload-245-772593.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/28836883-3222486820937629151?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/3222486820937629151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3222486820937629151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3222486820937629151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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/_3qV6qwaB3Z8/SDgyaOVlFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FmO0on2hRs0/s72-c/image-upload-245-772593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-8647900285804249109</id><published>2008-05-21T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:51:57.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crap i am so gonna die for camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today is wednesday, and thus wednesday we have Patrol Meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This meeting was super useless really. I planned to finish at least one gadget today but instead we did nothing much. The sec ones learnt some knots and stuff, and if you could believe it the sec twos are screwing up on the basics. I think i am gonna die liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, still got so many things on my mind. Not sure what they are and thats the worst part. I am not even sure what i am not doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least my comp is fixed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got things to draw for aep. Shyt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-8647900285804249109?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/8647900285804249109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/05/crap-i-am-so-gonna-die-for-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/8647900285804249109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/8647900285804249109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/05/crap-i-am-so-gonna-die-for-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-3480187449219730208</id><published>2008-05-20T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:15:36.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crap my lousy com spoil liao. Now posting on my mums com. Must make this quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol anyway nothing much happened during the long break. Slacked and played ps3 all the time lol. Sian diao there is still so much to do for both scouts and school -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway hope my com get fixed... Haizzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-3480187449219730208?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/3480187449219730208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/05/crap-my-lousy-com-spoil-liao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3480187449219730208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3480187449219730208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/05/crap-my-lousy-com-spoil-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-7630192258903257307</id><published>2008-05-16T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:01:01.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the Late</title><content type='html'>Freaking tired now. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today school periods were normal normal, got nothing to talk about. Still do not think anyone likes me though lol. Even the free bio period was freaking boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was sorta looking forward to cca. Lol before cca (which was at 3.30, we are released at 12.30 if u didnt know) i wanted to go to the army market to buy stuff for my survival kit and stuff. Didnt get the chance and decided not to since i wasnt bringing the sec ones with me anyway. Lol i made jon see wait and miss one train just because i decided  not to go. Lol so i just went to guardian to stock up on my first aid kit. Lol no one even use triangular bandages anymore and it is not even sold in guardian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The i went back and finally gave the finishing touches to the gadget. The wierd pvc we tied on it worked out pretty well in the end i think.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when the cca started, the sec threes were assigned to do the catapult. Lol it was quite okay lar. The End catapult was a little huge and i think that makes launching stuff a little hard. But i looked aesthetically sound. Har har.&lt;br /&gt;After the building we were inform by the Ventures (xiao dong, hui kiat) of our open house shift tomorrow. My patrol got the second last shift from 3.30 to 5.  sian lor, i wish it was in the morning so much more free time really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i just went to saw a few bamboo sticks and dismissed the patrol. ( didnt think anything else was really nessasary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol i stayed with tat hsiang and tried to help him to finish his step-bin. Lol while doing so i was like talking a whole lot of funny stuff with the tiger patrol. Alex was particularly funny and Shaun was sick. (in the mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However time run out and tiger patrol's gadget design was sorta flawed and we didnt manage to finish it despite our utmost effort. I think tat hsiang should look at the practical aspect of his designs more next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REACHED HOME AT 9.30 and finished eating and bathing at 10.30. And gonna sleep NOW. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;Go kiss something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-7630192258903257307?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/7630192258903257307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/05/friday-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7630192258903257307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7630192258903257307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/05/friday-late.html' title='Friday the Late'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-7343318639534905613</id><published>2008-05-15T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:33:27.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i damn sian lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i shall leave u with the coolest song of the century!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MJQu97_Xwiw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MJQu97_Xwiw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the original one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5A0W-hsUf4Y&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5A0W-hsUf4Y&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol remix in 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-7343318639534905613?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/7343318639534905613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-damn-sian-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7343318639534905613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7343318639534905613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-damn-sian-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-4924034303265509233</id><published>2008-05-13T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T20:29:04.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol. yesterday came home freaking tired. Just checked my email and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran like 4.5 k in mac ricthie or something. It may seem piece of cake to many of you, but to someone like me, it was really quite tough. It is just not the same running slopes than running on a track. Harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, school doesn't seem to die down. Even though i am disillusioning myself with the thought that there is not much work, there always seem to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was sort of a slack day if you ask me. We didnt do much in school, the lessons were all either quite sian or slack. After school i went down to the den to finish up what fu hua had done on the gadgets with en wei and fu kang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah our shoe rack is pretty huge if you ask me, but its for the open house anyway so it doesnt really need to be so practical for the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and had piano, feel like such a failure in that aspect lol. cannot play so well unlike other ppl. Haiz. Feel like picking up another instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all and let me leave you with a quote:&lt;br /&gt;A fly can sting a horse and make it wince,&lt;br /&gt;but a fly is but a fly and a horse is still a&lt;br /&gt;Horse.&lt;br /&gt;    Dr Samuel Johnson, (1709-1784)&lt;br /&gt;      On critics&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-4924034303265509233?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/4924034303265509233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/05/lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/4924034303265509233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/4924034303265509233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/05/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-5748799867105602787</id><published>2008-05-07T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:26:56.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songnality</title><content type='html'>Saw this on Yong Jun's blog but knew it long ago. But finally tried it out. Lol. My songs damn wierd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. Put the last title of the song as the subject&lt;br /&gt;4. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY ?&lt;br /&gt;Promise I&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;New York I Love You&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Advertising Space&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Ca Mousse&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;What You Meant&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;The View From The Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;MKK3&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;Shoulda Know&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Hands&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BESTIES?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Big Big Love&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Open Book&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;All My Friends&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;This Love (kanye west Remix)&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Confessions II&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Loops of Fury&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;Puppets&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Xxzxcuzx Me&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;Dogs&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;My 1st Single&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-5748799867105602787?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/5748799867105602787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/05/songnality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/5748799867105602787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/5748799867105602787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/05/songnality.html' title='Songnality'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-8754335674620371982</id><published>2008-05-07T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:46:09.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haizzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why i actually still blogging. Lol i still have so much stuff for aep to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only came back home at 8.30. Shouldn't have went to sell my assasin's creed game. Lol quite lame lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had muster parade for UGs. lol. First time i was in the real contingent in a while. (had been with sec ones for some time...) I think our footdrill seriously sucks. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorta uneasy during ccas. Keep feeling like there are things to teach my sec 1 and 2s yet i just nver teach them or can't think of what to do. A bit the wierd haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol i think my re screwed liao. anyway i gotta go do aep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-8754335674620371982?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/8754335674620371982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/05/haizzzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/8754335674620371982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/8754335674620371982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/05/haizzzz.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-93182001000893822</id><published>2008-05-05T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:25:14.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it me. Ding Hao. Throughout this MONTHs which i have been away, alot have been happening. Namely CCts and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;It also seems like after getting our posts in Scouts some people are rather unhappy. Anyway, as i am feeling rather bored i just remembered this old blog and decided to REVIVE it. A third time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got back my Physics CCT today. I am rather happy. Well rather is an understatement but yeah... well.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now AEP is not the slack thing it once was, our teacher is hauling work at us to do every freaking week. Lol, at least no ccts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap cant have much to say except that my whole chinese zhuang ti zhuo ye group hates me, Mainly edward. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should write a poem or something one day. That would be neat haha. and great for emo-ness(no link)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-93182001000893822?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/93182001000893822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-hey-hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/93182001000893822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/93182001000893822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-hey-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-745739456805633703</id><published>2008-03-11T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:00:34.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobweek</title><content type='html'>this jobweek is really the worst one i ever had. Its not just the earnings. it was the overall experience.&lt;br /&gt;I had to take 2 sec ones with me this job week. i have to say they sure slowed my earnings down by a lot.&lt;br /&gt;The first day i went to a condo with my sec 1s and brandon. It not as fruitful as i hoped it to be. I only earned 179 from that freaking place. It was really crappy and stuff so i felt really horrible really. But i actually did earn more than quite some people and with some pumping i was top earnier for the first day. I have to say o2's earning really did suck this year.&lt;br /&gt;The next day was the worst. We spent the whole day loitering around doing nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;In the end i went back to school with 58 dollars??? WHAT THE HELL lor.&lt;br /&gt;Lolz, i earned quite a ok amount on the last day. It was quite random though and it just did not have the money rush i had the last two jobweeks.&lt;br /&gt;Really dissappointed. Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-745739456805633703?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/745739456805633703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/03/jobweek_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/745739456805633703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/745739456805633703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/03/jobweek_11.html' title='Jobweek'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-3924976673840727035</id><published>2008-03-11T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T20:51:13.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobweek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-3924976673840727035?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/3924976673840727035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/03/jobweek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3924976673840727035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3924976673840727035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/03/jobweek.html' title='Jobweek'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-8002836283424534927</id><published>2008-03-07T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T22:47:14.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crapppppp..............&lt;br /&gt;Lost my phone today. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the macs store at j8 with tat siang and johnathan see to eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Lol i just called my mom before that. So as i was wearing the stupid ri pe shorts with no side pockets. I decided to hold it in my hand. That turned out to be the worst mistake man.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so after i ordered my food and sat down to eat. we started talking about some random crap, and tat siang was freaking scared for some reason. lol. Then there was this cleaner staff. As we were engaged in a furious and exciting conversation. i was unaware that my freaking phone was on the food tray. So yeah i think the cleaner took the tray. I suppose my phone is in a dustbin somewhere now. Lol. F**k.&lt;br /&gt;Well i only realised that in the mrt. Shyt now all my phone nos are lost. thats really screwed up. I hope that i at least get a new phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-8002836283424534927?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/8002836283424534927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/03/crapppppp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/8002836283424534927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/8002836283424534927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/03/crapppppp.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-627852894039769107</id><published>2008-02-29T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:00:33.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow today's a leap day.&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it. This is my second leap day in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;ha. being in singapore for 8 years really changed me. Lol. Actually the past few days were really hectic. Lots of ccts and all. Not sure if i did well in them though. Come to think of it i really have no idea whats really going on the past few day. It had been a go school come home sleep routine for me. Lol really dull. Nothing much to say. Haha. need to find a hobby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-627852894039769107?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/627852894039769107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/02/wow-todays-leap-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/627852894039769107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/627852894039769107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/02/wow-todays-leap-day.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-786793258899921728</id><published>2008-02-21T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:33:52.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah... well i know i have not been posting recently but thats because of certain matter which is really urgent.&lt;br /&gt;Well the ccts which just passed by were really screwed up for me. Lol i think i screwed up like big time for english. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well still have maths and history. Those are on the top of my agenda right now. Haha, tomorrow is world scout day. So lame need to wear scout uniform the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Lol nothing much to say. the past few days has just been mug mug mug and not much else.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and chinese new year is coming to a end finally. Hope those poor folks in china actually see a better year after all that crap with the ice they encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/R710949m5WI/AAAAAAAAABY/rgoVcyLwYZU/s1600-h/design.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/R710949m5WI/AAAAAAAAABY/rgoVcyLwYZU/s320/design.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169416553902826850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    Lol i sized it down on purpose to prevent certain stuff.&lt;br /&gt;                                       Btw pictures of the people in the banner are not my copyright&lt;br /&gt;                                       and they belong to another photographer who allowed it for&lt;br /&gt;                                       use of the school so please dun take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-786793258899921728?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/786793258899921728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/02/woah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/786793258899921728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/786793258899921728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/02/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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/___PKyWcLpjg/R710949m5WI/AAAAAAAAABY/rgoVcyLwYZU/s72-c/design.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-7417545284872319805</id><published>2008-02-14T04:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T04:20:35.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wtf wtf wtf.&lt;br /&gt;What am i doing posting at 4.something am??? lol i have no other time to post. Right now i am still rushing my work. So yeah me posting this is pretty stupid. But anyway the past few days have been super screwed up for me. Everything has been so unorganised and stuff and i few so messed up. Argh. lol anyway cant post much as i am still busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-7417545284872319805?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/7417545284872319805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/02/wtf-wtf-wtf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7417545284872319805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7417545284872319805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/02/wtf-wtf-wtf.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-4814792140821182390</id><published>2008-02-10T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T15:36:45.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh crap. School's starting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;There is so many troubles on my mind and school is not going to help with that. Haiz. How arh?&lt;br /&gt;Chinese new year was fun anyway, but thats just the thing. Its just so fun that i am going to hate school. Normally i like school but nowadays i just hope a day would last forever. Well the world dun work that way does it?&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-4814792140821182390?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/4814792140821182390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/4814792140821182390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/4814792140821182390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-2943503693146271990</id><published>2008-02-08T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:33:54.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. Went to the istana open house today. Was quite interesting to see all the tresures that our president have. Singapore must have very good relatioonships with all those countries. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well nothing else except CJ7 was nice,(watched it yesterday)i still do not really think the one acting as the boy is a girl though. She was so boyish. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to prove that i am not short... I have this photo from chinese new year day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/R6xNF-Xu3OI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ids-du3KRog/s1600-h/Picture+515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/R6xNF-Xu3OI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ids-du3KRog/s320/Picture+515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164587637724339426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                       Pretty Cool Photo taken with sparklers.&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/R6xNGuXu3QI/AAAAAAAAABI/ln2ua3gOyVs/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/R6xNGuXu3QI/AAAAAAAAABI/ln2ua3gOyVs/s320/DSC00011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164587650609241346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                        Me in ISTANA Grounds today. Lol. Big camera.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/R6xSRuXu3RI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mI3gNYTunN0/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___PKyWcLpjg/R6xSRuXu3RI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mI3gNYTunN0/s320/DSC00250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164593337145941266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        Anurak. Lol. Wrapped!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-2943503693146271990?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/2943503693146271990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/02/lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2943503693146271990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2943503693146271990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/02/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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/___PKyWcLpjg/R6xNF-Xu3OI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ids-du3KRog/s72-c/Picture+515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-751946733403337883</id><published>2008-02-06T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:56:41.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. Finally Chinese New Year is upon us.&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite boring really. The performance in school was not bad, never knew my school got so many beatboxers tho. HAha.&lt;br /&gt;After the school performance i and my primary school frens went back to see our teachers. Well it was not as fun as i expected. Its like no one is there!!! Wtf lor. so sian.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers asked same questions as before. Haha. Never knew adam was so emo though. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Went lanning afterwards. Played cs and dota. Well i suck in both :P.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously the past few days have been very hectic and stuff, very eventful too. But i don't have the time to post about them. Haiz. Nvm, i will post pictures soon on stuff which happened!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-751946733403337883?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/751946733403337883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/02/haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/751946733403337883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/751946733403337883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/02/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-3206167413018418942</id><published>2008-02-01T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:52:56.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;uh it was a wierd day really. School was boring but we had quite a lot of homework. Was looking forward to the AEP trip the whole bloody day. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, On the way to the national museum, i and anurak talked about unspeakable subjects which are indeed very fascinating. :P that was when i realised the full potential of his imagination. its a disturbing fact though. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Was sorta disappointed at the museum itself. the artworks were not really anything i have not seen before. (yeah well i have been to the louvre, and most of the things there i seen before, so its really literal in the sense).&lt;br /&gt;Lol chang san and zilong went to "bondage" anurak up in traditional greek clothing. it was rather funny, even the teachers were amused. Pics are below. (when i post them)&lt;br /&gt;everything else was not really so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Today&lt;br /&gt;The morning was really quite funny. After the assembly, because gerald and vishal did not sing properly, Mrs Lim went to make them sing for us in the school atrium. Some more got song requests. Haha. Their singing was (intentionally/unintentionally?) horrible and their pitch was definitely too high. Haha, when they were singing umbrella, our deputy headmaster walked past and sat to listen to the rest of the performance. Lolz.&lt;br /&gt;After school i went shopping with tat siang in far east plaza after the meeting for the hike log. He was sick the whole time. Quite stupid of him to still go shopping tho. Haha. but i think he is healthy enough to get through that. Ha finally bought a first aid kit.&lt;br /&gt;Lolz just finished going to a buffet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-3206167413018418942?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/3206167413018418942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3206167413018418942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3206167413018418942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-7291119662661327553</id><published>2008-01-29T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:54:30.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is another wierd school day.&lt;br /&gt;It started off with "pradash", gerald, and Daniel doing th pledge and national anthem for us to see. Damn funny, but must resist laughing as mrs lim is quite alert.&lt;br /&gt;Then at recess, yi ming go and tear my uniform. Wtf. seriously, that was damn lame. At least it wasn't very noticable. hahas. lol ate instant noodles for recess.&lt;br /&gt;The assembly programe: CEC investiture was so, um strange. lots of hiccups happened during the ceremony and many ppl laughed at inappropriate times. Lolz.&lt;br /&gt;After school i was so freaking bored that i wanted ppl to come to my hse for fun. i think i asked almost everybody i know for like 2 hrs. But no one accepted. Wtf. lol came home alone. :(&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened at home. except my grandparents are here from china and they make good food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i participated in a stupid xbox 360 contest i probably would not win... Lolz. (lucky draw sort)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-7291119662661327553?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/7291119662661327553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-is-another-wierd-school-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7291119662661327553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7291119662661327553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-is-another-wierd-school-day.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-7121064843755355773</id><published>2008-01-28T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:21:06.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday again</title><content type='html'>today so freaking sian. JUST LIKE ALL MONDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;School was so freaking boring as usual. But it seemed more boring actually.&lt;br /&gt;The only "fun" period was philo. Cause i talked loads of crap during discussion. lol. Everything else made me wanna sleep seriously. It was some crazy sleepy thing.&lt;br /&gt;Lol then after school i got nothing better to do and went to see the new sec one recruits to O2, lol the sec 4's are being very funny. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why but justin suddenly do something to me which made me damn pissed. but everything is settled liao. Lol the sec ones looked damn uninterested. It unmotivated me. But nevermind that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i got a new name. Which is alphonse. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this week is not a boring chapter of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-7121064843755355773?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/7121064843755355773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/monday-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7121064843755355773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7121064843755355773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/monday-again.html' title='Monday again'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-3380611900221270468</id><published>2008-01-27T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:59:30.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is seriously so bo liao. After hike i just sleep at home for like 5 hours lol. But at least i changed my skin so its not the same as Zeguang's! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-3380611900221270468?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/3380611900221270468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-is-seriously-so-bo-liao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3380611900221270468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3380611900221270468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-is-seriously-so-bo-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-5073589718834483847</id><published>2008-01-26T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T09:12:27.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS DAMN FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;The 30 km hike rocks man. seriously, it was like one of the best experiences in my scouting life. Lol. I didn't expect it to be so fun but it was, it was like a holiday hike. LOLz, even better than obs hike if u ask me.&lt;br /&gt;Lol we started of the hike wif ms liew scolding us because we did not make a appropriate first aid kit. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed off to the first check point with moderate morale. We talk alot of crap to raise it along the way. Damn funny lor.&lt;br /&gt;We then stone like an hour in first checkpoint cos got prob with the location of the next checkpoint. So it was really stupid but what ever.&lt;br /&gt;Then the next checkpoint was like 2 km away? wtf so bloody near. So we reached there damn fast then suddenly my morale boost like some shit. Lol sorry for that. Then i was like playing around wif the others lah and trying to start talks with sam swee. haha. Lol it was just so lame.&lt;br /&gt;Then we do alot of crap and morale was freaking high so it was quite lame really. Oh and i had a fight with Nick Eu. haha, i took off his cap and told him to say please to get it back. He refused and took my wallet, lol. after alot of talking i lost, then we got temporary pissed. Things settled in the next checkpoint.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHERE THE INTERESTING THINGS HAPPEN. Quan Wei, a J1, finally arrived to accompany us for the rest of the hike and it was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;Just after we set off we started talking a load of crap like ccas, lumps of muscles and LOL which female teacher is chio. lol funny leh. i dun even noe any of the teachers they talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Then we talk about um differently orientated teachers. Lol. found out things i shouldnt. but was funny and made us move freaky fast. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and at the last stretch we talk about two important topics. Kite flying and stock trading. LOL. go figure that out by yourself. All i am telling u is that its damn morale boosting and we hiked the last 6km in super fast time. haha.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g307/bla23r/DSC00156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g307/bla23r/DSC00156.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            Gabriel Kok the one who stands out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g307/bla23r/DSC00150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g307/bla23r/DSC00150.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            Tat Siang and Jon See. Map reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g307/bla23r/DSC00165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g307/bla23r/DSC00165.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            OMG ITS RUSSELL!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g307/bla23r/DSC00157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g307/bla23r/DSC00157.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            COOL BAG JON SEE!!!                            &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g307/bla23r/DSC00156.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/28836883-5073589718834483847?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/5073589718834483847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-was-damn-fun-30-km-hike-rocks-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/5073589718834483847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/5073589718834483847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-was-damn-fun-30-km-hike-rocks-man.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-6416726056668486963</id><published>2008-01-25T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T21:22:02.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, today school damn slack, do nothing but listen to  frens talk and teachers talk. So sian yet so slack. Then got a 15 min chinese remedial. LOL? No cca also. Even tho i thot there was cos a certan someone tried to scam me.&lt;br /&gt;When to vivo wth an cheng and Yu chen. First thing i brought them to see the advertisement with Gerald using the stretch exercise band thing. Damn funny. Had to ask the store owner t show us some more. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Went window shopping everywhere, so sian lor, walk around while yu chen rant about shoes. Its not like i care the heritage of the air force shoes...&lt;br /&gt;after the "shopping" we went to eat New york pizza in harbourfront SC. Sat on stairs while eating so everyone can see us. -_-.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else after that, i just went home. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW GOT 30 KM HIKE LEH...&lt;br /&gt;and i got a painful feet and a freaking itchy neck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-6416726056668486963?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/6416726056668486963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/6416726056668486963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/6416726056668486963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/friday.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-5524917036017405535</id><published>2008-01-24T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:20:56.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol today was so stupid and lame.&lt;br /&gt;School was normal like always, teachers talk and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;During english lesson we had to do some anecdote. Lol i could not take the pressure after some time and just volunteered to go and talk. lol. I talk about some stupid story about my parents and keys, and a master bedroom. lol, suggestive they say.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was stupid. Not the teacher lah, but the whole situation. Lol, our teacher forgot the time table and came super late. Before she came our cec members decided to make the Penalty system and put it in place. Lol we were all shouting vulgarities 10 minutes the system was officially put in place. So stupid.&lt;br /&gt;then after normal lessons we got aep. Nothing special, Zilong with all his wierdness, and everyone being lame. We learnt something called futurism. Quite wierd lah, but interesting anyway. Lol. So my logo still needs a lot of touching up as said by my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else after that came home and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Damn it my parents arguing again. Haizzz. -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-5524917036017405535?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/5524917036017405535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/lol-today-was-so-stupid-and-lame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/5524917036017405535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/5524917036017405535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/lol-today-was-so-stupid-and-lame.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-4096084487977878017</id><published>2008-01-21T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T19:44:18.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. Monday...&lt;br /&gt;It sucks really. Even though today was quite slack. Lol when i brought my bag to school everyone say its high profile and shit. lol.&lt;br /&gt;We had our first history lesson today!!! The teacher is some portugese named middle age person. It was okay. Learned nothing though.&lt;br /&gt;Had one free period of doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;CLE was really lame, go com lab look at religious unrest. Found one which happened in cyprus lol. INTERESTING.&lt;br /&gt;After school i was really looking for someone to go to ViVoscity with me. So sian no one want to go. Some more my scout sec 2 go break my Nightmare before christmas thing. Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;The wierdest thing was when i went into pop cafe, a auntie just suddenly treated me to an ice cream. Gerald saw too. Damn funny lor.&lt;br /&gt;Went to vivo after school to fix a few probs with my new tagger bag. Hope it dun come up again. So sian at home. At least CNY coming soon. That would be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-4096084487977878017?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/4096084487977878017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/lol_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/4096084487977878017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/4096084487977878017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/lol_21.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-6175890801164370804</id><published>2008-01-20T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T12:32:34.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g307/bla23r/Design.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g307/bla23r/Design.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. Ok the weekend is so stupid. Stuck at home trying to learn to use Coreldraw. Vectors are hard to draw man. hmm here is a prototype design i made for a Raffles art fest card or something. I did it for aep by the way. Not because i got nothing better to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-6175890801164370804?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/6175890801164370804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/huh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/6175890801164370804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/6175890801164370804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/huh.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-6066490747685693466</id><published>2008-01-18T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T22:21:27.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. reached home at 9.50 today. Siao lor.&lt;br /&gt;   School was pretty normal like always. The teachers were not as dull as yesterday though. And there was a Chinese letter writing thing to be done in class. I think i screwed that up. Maths was just like always. We are yet to see Mrs Lim's fury. Oh and i changed places, nothing exciting about that though.&lt;br /&gt;    After school While waiting for my cca to start, i went to the library to play my psp and watch movies. But when yu chen came it became more exciting. His nose bled like siao and it was damn funny when he stuck up two pieces of tissue paper up his nose. he say its high blood pressure. Well i say he should take less fatty foods.&lt;br /&gt;    CCA was damn stupid. We spent half of it pumping and running just for PT. It wasn't really that tiring, it was okay i guess. But i think i need to train my arm...    Then the lame part. We did footdrill! Waturf, we never do footdrill. But i guess its not that bad. UNTIL Russell Wong shouted happy new year when the commander was counting down for falling in. We pumped 50. Its okay i guess but the act itself is damn stupid. I am not saying that he is stupid or anything, but i guess we really need to watch our mouth before we spurt nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;    Had soccer after that. Sucked as usual :P but i guess at least i improved a little. There was certain event that was pretty funny involving a senior and a teacher but i shall not mention it. But it do relate back to the point of watching your words. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;    lol bought a belt and a funny keychain toy on the way home in ViVocity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-6066490747685693466?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/6066490747685693466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/6066490747685693466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/6066490747685693466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-2350584835025815788</id><published>2008-01-17T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:33:54.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qV6qwaB3Z8/R49qMC0GOGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vh5ZhgMpXdU/s1600-h/image-upload-37-766227.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qV6qwaB3Z8/R49qMC0GOGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vh5ZhgMpXdU/s320/image-upload-37-766227.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/28836883-2350584835025815788?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/2350584835025815788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2350584835025815788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2350584835025815788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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/_3qV6qwaB3Z8/R49qMC0GOGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vh5ZhgMpXdU/s72-c/image-upload-37-766227.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28836883.post-1248062917399979016</id><published>2008-01-17T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T20:26:30.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now i guess the blog is still dead as a dead fish. But i do hope it will be gaining interest soon.&lt;br /&gt;  Today was really just a rush for me. As i came back at 9 yesterday because of my CCA. Which ended at 7. So i only had time for my Art homework. Which took me 3 hours to complete.&lt;br /&gt;That caused me to not do maths and chinese and i panicked like siao in school. But due to some miracle, i did not get scolded. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and during chinese lesson the teacher indirectly mentioned me, well at least she saved my face. My chinese is like crap nowadays, must really buck up. Lol talked to her after class and she told me to read the newspaper and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then during art lesson, i foundout that only i did a proper presentation, everyone else either did not do or did a lousy job. (no offence) But really i was like WTF. so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;So i am supposed to do some lame logo now and i still have to finish commonwealth essay and loads of crap. Shyt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-1248062917399979016?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/1248062917399979016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/right-now-i-guess-blog-is-still-dead-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/1248062917399979016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/1248062917399979016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/right-now-i-guess-blog-is-still-dead-as.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-2527690507767618150</id><published>2008-01-16T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:21:07.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And i officially pronouncethis BLOG NOT DEAD!!!. YAY. its not really as if anyone cares at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-2527690507767618150?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/2527690507767618150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-i-officially-pronouncethis-blog-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2527690507767618150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/2527690507767618150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-i-officially-pronouncethis-blog-not.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-3252353686701889209</id><published>2007-06-02T12:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T12:37:50.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIHIHIHIHIHI</title><content type='html'>YAYAYAY.&lt;br /&gt;THE BLOGS DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i am gonna start with a new url.. KK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-3252353686701889209?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/3252353686701889209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2007/06/hihihihihihi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3252353686701889209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3252353686701889209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2007/06/hihihihihihi.html' title='HIHIHIHIHIHI'/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-344367757764887392</id><published>2007-02-10T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:52:45.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NSPC day!!!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have no idea wad dat is, it is NATIONAL SCOUT PIONEERING COMPETITION or someting like that.&lt;br /&gt;started off todae by going extra early to bishan park. for nothing really, just dun wanna stay home do homework i guess. After a while i found out tat my event was like at 4pm. funny man.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is at the start of the day already got one guy gonna jack by a falling wooden tower and sent to hospital. Whoa. then since my event so long away, i just sharpened my com axe and go support troop mates. haiz... our sub events sux. everything also never win. well must be encouraging at least we did our best. and the organiser where damn crap lor. they postpone everything until our(i and a troop mate) logging was at 6pm. wtf. well seeing the ppl at the first round doing their stuff. we were scared. when it was our round, we performed better than expected. WE BEAT O1 ventures. YAY, in ur face hiok yang. but still not good enough to win anything.&lt;br /&gt;In the end both us (O2) and O1 got two awards. none for 1st all second or third. fo us we got bronze for scout bridge, and silver for venture gateway. well catholic high was the owner of the competition. They demolished all of the other schools, clinching almost all major awards. at the end, we were so  used to their awards,  when they tried to announce who was the overall champion, everyone in the competition mumbled "catholic high". **** them.&lt;br /&gt;The day was not really so safe. two others got injured and sent to hospital, both are because of the dismantling at the end of the competition, when it was freakishly dark. I guess thats why O2 are going back tomorrow to finish the dismantling job.&lt;br /&gt;Haizz. yep thats all. Tag man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-344367757764887392?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/344367757764887392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2007/02/nspc-day-for-those-of-you-who-have-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/344367757764887392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/344367757764887392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2007/02/nspc-day-for-those-of-you-who-have-no.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-7333708780580450163</id><published>2007-02-06T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:52:45.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-------------&lt;br /&gt;i purposely calmed down b4 i made todae's post. Okay the event is really yesterdae's.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to the mrt going to the dbs art centre. actually i was chasing after hao zhi and gan wih xin yong wei long and jerome. But i played around in the mrt station then got into trouble wif one of the guards. lol. then i told wei long to hold my phone for me. BUT the thing is, while i was getting a lecture, a train arrived, then they went into the train without waiting for me. and my phone was wif them. i had no idea where to go and what stop to stop at. i asked around and got a wrong answer from someone who took me to the dbs in shenton way instead. at least the kind person was kind enogh to help. in the end i took taxi there. Anyway the show was nice so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-7333708780580450163?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/7333708780580450163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-purposely-calmed-down-b4-i-made.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7333708780580450163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/7333708780580450163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-purposely-calmed-down-b4-i-made.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-3709712199742665885</id><published>2007-01-29T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T18:30:58.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;These few days have been particulary boring so thus i have nothing to post abot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-3709712199742665885?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/3709712199742665885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2007/01/these-few-days-have-been-particulary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3709712199742665885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/3709712199742665885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2007/01/these-few-days-have-been-particulary.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-9012790033151169403</id><published>2007-01-24T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T22:08:19.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;really nothing interesting nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;todae i went to the hydrophonics farm  which i went 3-4 years back when i was in P3... lame lor.&lt;br /&gt;especially derek. say sick stuff... ha. Since there was no scouts i went for the raffles players voice test, performed horribly but didnt really care, got too many commitments already so yeah. Thats all. please tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-9012790033151169403?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/9012790033151169403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2007/01/really-nothing-interesting-nowadays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/9012790033151169403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/9012790033151169403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2007/01/really-nothing-interesting-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-1973355043125710189</id><published>2007-01-22T05:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T05:48:07.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;this weekend damn funny lor.&lt;br /&gt;Xin yue come my house 2 times  on sunday and sat...&lt;br /&gt;we actually want to do RE, but we cannot resist playing. so actually we did not get anything done, lol. jerome and keng siang came on sun, well same thing happen. we bully keng siang. We kept playing dead or alive ultimate, keng siang keep commenting on the girls... HAHA...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-1973355043125710189?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/1973355043125710189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-weekend-damn-funny-lor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/1973355043125710189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/1973355043125710189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-weekend-damn-funny-lor.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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-28836883.post-4775355631029209948</id><published>2007-01-19T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T19:21:24.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;haizz... this whole week just do my chinese new year painting... damn sian. at least it turned out quite okay. as i submited for competition liao i cant show it to you guys... haha....&lt;br /&gt;Today suddenly feel damn sick, dun noe y... hope i still can go for scouts trainin tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28836883-4775355631029209948?l=thistimereally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/feeds/4775355631029209948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2007/01/haizz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/4775355631029209948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28836883/posts/default/4775355631029209948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thistimereally.blogspot.com/2007/01/haizz.html' title=''/><author><name>DinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855501061812760193</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>
