<?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-2462955677138351842</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:29:40.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain and sorrow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11774680708712292602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462955677138351842.post-757286855039528706</id><published>2010-09-07T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T13:07:26.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sadness</title><content type='html'>A girl I first met in secondary school. The moment she stepped into the classroom I knew she was special.before she blossomed into the person she is today I already fell for her. I don’t know why. Maybe its her grace,her laughter,her kindness or maybe it was her outgoing character. I don’t&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;know. Everything about her just seems perfect. But I our two worlds are far&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;too different. She’s from a rich family. One that’s bonded too. Mine is the complete opposite.I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;doubt she was ever interested in me during secondary school for even a millisecond. I was and still am far too insignificant for her. She’s too good for me. Call it crazy but I think im in love with her and not just a simple crush……okay maybe in between the two. But its definitely more than just a crush. I had crushes before and this feeling I feel whenever I see her is so much more intense. One that fills me up with so much joy or sorrow that can last for a whole day at a time. I have tried forgetting her to maybe forget my pain of this one sided feeling I have which I know will never be two sided. I haven’t stopped liking her and I doubt I ever will. It has been 5 years now and this still hasn’t changed. I may have written something like this before but this feeling compels me to keep writing it out time and time again to let out all this sorrow I feel which I can’t share with anyone. I want to cry but I cant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every time I look at her photos in her profile seeing how happy she is, I cant help but wish I was there with her. Spending those moments with her. Being the one that makes her smile in those photos. But knowing that that isn’t possible and that it will never happen makes me just so depressed. An emotion I don’t feel for any other reason. These few years since I met her, the few times I got depressed was because of feelings for her. And im not one to get depressed or emotional easily. I cant even be a friend to her other then a facebook one. I just hope one day….a day not too far in the future…that I can be at least on speaking terms with her since I never got to that since I was too shy and didn’t talk to her when I first met her and over the years I didn’t get that courage either. I guess she felt I was unfriendly towards her… Somehow I get the strong feeling she knows, she showed some signs that she knew. In fact I once lost myself looking at her in sec 2 and her friend saw me looking at her and both turned at looked at me and I embarrassingly turned away. I never subconsciously find myself looking at anyone before. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I guessed that’s how she knew. But nevertheless she never did ask me and I never did tell her directly. But then again she knew but did nothing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She clearly isn’t interested at all. Some friends told me a guy has to make the first move and the girl is waiting for you to do so. But I doubt it will work in this case. Everything is pretty jumbled up and if anyone ever reads this I apologise for it. But one cant organize his thoughts when one is depressed. Till the next time I get depressed over the girl called rtly then…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462955677138351842-757286855039528706?l=wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/feeds/757286855039528706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462955677138351842&amp;postID=757286855039528706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/757286855039528706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/757286855039528706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/2010/09/sadness.html' title='sadness'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11774680708712292602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462955677138351842.post-5923752064371435571</id><published>2009-11-11T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:39:07.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are over. PARTY!!!</title><content type='html'>Fine technically not really over as still have Chem paper 1 tomorrow but who cares! To me its over!&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be the best holiday ever! My primary school St Anthony's Primary aka SAPS has are forming an alumni right after my last paper. I always missed my school and wanted to connect with it. And now I have the opportunity too! Also my kindergarten also got into contact with me after having lost contact for around almost a decade! It's like a dream. 2 places which I hold so dearly in my heart have suddenly popped out at miraculously the right timing which is after the O lvls. I  can meet and catch up after all these years yay. Then there's jobs....recently went to apply for one. But now I'm having second thoughts....only 1 of my friend is applying too as the other 2 are too young.Gaaah I hope I don't get accepted. If I do I think I will have to quit some time later cos I wana spend time with my friends in the same job for the whole or most of the holiday. Then also I want to apply for jap n piano courses. Jap is for preparing for my poly jap course I plan to take. Piano is just for interest and most only can get grade 1 during these few months. Rest I have to practice. Continue grade levels later after poly when have time. Can also meet up with old friends!!! ^^ So much I want to do, makes me excited just thinking about it. haha and also hope can get same job with some nice girls to hit on xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462955677138351842-5923752064371435571?l=wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5923752064371435571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462955677138351842&amp;postID=5923752064371435571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/5923752064371435571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/5923752064371435571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/2009/11/exams-are-over-party.html' title='Exams are over. PARTY!!!'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11774680708712292602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462955677138351842.post-5591790005875408441</id><published>2009-09-07T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:32:27.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About a person</title><content type='html'>My feelings for her are dead genuine but its time to give up. I'm just not good enough for her. We're just too different. She's on a totally different level which I currently cannot reach. But its time to face the truth, I will never be with her. But I would like to thank her in my own blog even though she will never read this. She has made me a better person even though she doesn't know it. She made me want to improve myself to be worthy to her or someone of her calibre in the future. To improve myself. To be able to say to myself that I am proud of myself with the achievements I have made and skills I have which I am good at. Because currently, I have none. Honestly, I can't say I can ever truly forget about the girl I have fallen for the last 4 years but I will try my best to at least bury my feelings for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462955677138351842-5591790005875408441?l=wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5591790005875408441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462955677138351842&amp;postID=5591790005875408441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/5591790005875408441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/5591790005875408441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-person.html' title='About a person'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11774680708712292602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462955677138351842.post-8739935484807501871</id><published>2009-02-17T04:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T04:07:00.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer Causing Chemical Acrylamide</title><content type='html'>Avoid eating potato chips, fried/baked potato or any other carbohydrate rich foods as they may contain acrylamide, a cancer causing chemical. Coffee and cereals also have it. It's safe to say that if you eat it now you will be alright as it is not harmful in such small amounts. But in the long run over the years. Who knows, acrylamide may get stored in your body and you can get cancer when you're older. So just take the precaution and cut down or avoid them completely. Anyway, we may get killed by other cancerous stuff found in food in this oh so unhealthy world. If you want more info then go do your own research.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462955677138351842-8739935484807501871?l=wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8739935484807501871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462955677138351842&amp;postID=8739935484807501871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/8739935484807501871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/8739935484807501871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/2009/02/cancer-causing-chemical-acrylamide.html' title='Cancer Causing Chemical Acrylamide'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11774680708712292602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462955677138351842.post-4226630182940499219</id><published>2009-02-08T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T04:01:25.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye A maths</title><content type='html'>Officially dropped A maths this week. A heavy burden off my shoulders. Feels so good! Argh but now increase pressure on scoring for my pure sciences since I no more A maths and my Chinese for sure fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7b-IPd0RWY/SY8PeJmIpPI/AAAAAAAAADg/7JfQWSC9GIc/s1600-h/Dream+Hair+6.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/2462955677138351842-4226630182940499219?l=wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4226630182940499219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462955677138351842&amp;postID=4226630182940499219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/4226630182940499219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/4226630182940499219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/2009/02/bye-bye-maths.html' title='Bye bye A maths'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11774680708712292602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462955677138351842.post-4708745887198525371</id><published>2009-01-09T13:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:38:19.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Near brush with fire....shocking....traumatising..............</title><content type='html'>Well there's really nothing much to say except....A FRIGGIN FIRE STARTED IN A FLAT JUST 1 STOREY AND 2 DOORS AWAY FROM MINE AND BURNED EVERYTHING!!!!! FUCK! Woke up from my sleep at 5am hearing glass windows EXPLODING! From the pressure of superheated flames heating it up until they cracked and burst. It was seriously scary n trust me, I don't get frightened easily. People were screaming n shouting after the blast occured. It sounded like bombs exploding! It wasn't. But it was just as dangerous.I have seen shocking things more times than most people would at my age so I guess thats why I'm not THAT shaken. But still shaken nonetheless. Seen a guy lying dead/unconscious with his helmet broken n skull bleeding on the highway. Seen a guy attempt suicide by jumping off a building. Seen Paris Hilton acting like a slut. Oh wait, thats not shocking. N now this fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the apartments about until 4 storeys high got blackened with soot and ash like as if someone actually painted the walls black. The flat where the fire started got burned down. The flats above the burned flat got a new paintjob. Black. Covered with soot and ash and whatever crap that fire is made up of. A policeman came knocking at the door and asked my family to evacuate as a safety precaution because we were pretty darn close to the fire......You think maybe perhaps I am traumatised and shocked because of what just happened that he is exagerating details? IM NOT. IF you stick like around 2 bamboo poles joined together out of the window of my kitchen balcony, it could actually touch the kitchen balcony of the burned kitchen. THAT CLOSE! You read bout fires in news and stuff like that and its like...BORING! You just wait till it happens to you then you will find how shocking it is. It will get u the adrenaline rush that happens when our bodies prepare for a burst of energy of speed n power n even brain processing speed to escape whatever danger. Not the sports kind. This is totally different! My heart's still beating fast. Even right now as I type this I can still hear the firefighters n policeman cleaning up the mess after the accident. The whole staircase has been flooded with water from putting the fire out. My room smells of smoke. Heck, my whole house is filled with the smell of smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this won't appear on the newspaper. This kind of stuff is booooring to newspapers n the blaze wasn't burning that big to make in to a media frenzy. I mean face it, even as I type this post. Someone else's house is burning now or just got knocked down by a car or got stabbed in a gang fight. Things like this happen all the time though its much more shocking when you are actually experiencing it firsthand n r actually at risk of getting affected as well! If the newspaper had every single thing on the newspaper then you wouldn't see any more business/sports/comics section anymore cos all the shocking singapore events will cram the whole newspaper. Man I'm still so shocked at what happened that I just can't go back to sleep (which is why im even writing this post now).  I want to just tell every1 I know right now what just happened but come on its like 5am plus right now n I cant just call n say "Hi! A fire just burned down a flat near mine! What? Am I hurt? No? Then why am i calling?Umm cos im super traumatised n wan to hear the comfort of your words." YEAH RIGHT! I will only call n tell my girlfriend if I had 1 that. Unfortunately I don't have 1. Im wishing for 1.....I really need 1...To cope with the stress of daily life, to brighten it up. I will treat her the best I can. I know I will but I don't know how long it will take before I ever get 1.......Day after day is just so plain boring without a girl. N guys don't fill up this emptiness I feel. The desire to express my feelings to some1. If a guy ever did that to a guy he would be called gay. Yeah so u get the picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually u didn't cos I didnt post any! Xd. Well....seriously, if you got woken rudely n abruptly by something that sounds just like a bomb n suddenly hear shouts n screams around u from neighbours and family, would the 1st impulse n priority to get a camera 2 take photos 4 ur blog? If the answer is yes, then u seriously don't know your priorities. Well yeah. Basically woke up. Ran out of my house fearing for my life,family n my beloved treausured belongings I left behind. N no1 else took any photos even though they had their handphones with them. Every1 knew how serious the situation was. N the last thing on people's minds was to take photos to keep as a momento about some event to share with their friends or take photos to sell to the media. Glad no kaypoh bastard tried to take any cos it really was inappropriate at that time.  So I'm sorry if there's no photos 4 u 2 c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to, just ask me then I bring u to my hosue n u can c it. N despite the little bit of joking I wrote above. THIS IS NOTHING TO LAUGH ABOUT. Do note that I am typing this after some time has passed since the breakout of the fire n  I had some time to regain some of my normal self. Once again, I thank God that I'm alive n that my house wasn't the 1 that got burned down. The family whose house burned down seem well to do n can probably manage. But honestly, my family would have probably gone bankrupt cos of all the damages n I probably would need to go to Financial Assistance Scheme if it were me. This will be 1 of the events in my life I will NEVER forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462955677138351842-4708745887198525371?l=wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4708745887198525371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462955677138351842&amp;postID=4708745887198525371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/4708745887198525371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/4708745887198525371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/2009/01/near-brush-with-fireshockingtraumatisin.html' title='Near brush with fire....shocking....traumatising..............'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11774680708712292602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462955677138351842.post-1845548170244462260</id><published>2009-01-09T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:38:11.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This feeling.....</title><content type='html'>There's this girl that I like. And I keep thinking of her.Yeah it's love sickness. But unlike crushes,aka puppy love, my feelings aren't triggered by hormones experienced by teens growing up. Been past that stage already. My mind is much more developed and matured than most my age already(Oi! Not Ahpek thinking ok....). I will always be youthful no matter what my age! xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you her name but all I can say is she is a sweet girl. Through some observation she has a bad side(at least not too goody goody girl) too but how much of it I don't really know. We are friends but aren't actually close. We were once classmates n now we're in different classes. We don't see much of each other except for just 1 class we attend together. I want to tell her my feelings towards her. N that's the problem...I want to get closer to her. Be able to chat casually to her. N eventually express my feelings n let her know.&lt;br /&gt;I know I cant just tell her I like her immediately when the last time we talked to each other was like quite some time back. Man! I'd definitely get rejected flat out. I need to strike up a conversation n be start talking to her again like back last time again in order to do that. But how? We aren't in the same class n she is always surrounded by her little group of girlfriends. Argh! I cant even start any conversation with them around! And with no reason to talk to her it would be painfully obvious if I suddenly talk to her n try to b friendly to her. N then there's this fear of rejection.... Argh God! Please let an oportunity present itself where I can be alone with her and renew a friendship which has gone quite stale already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462955677138351842-1845548170244462260?l=wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1845548170244462260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462955677138351842&amp;postID=1845548170244462260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/1845548170244462260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/1845548170244462260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-feeling.html' title='This feeling.....'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11774680708712292602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462955677138351842.post-5171898373190868186</id><published>2009-01-02T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:54:09.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of school for the 10th time!!</title><content type='html'>First day of school. Usual new kids and paranoid parents deluding of imaginary monsters chasing after their kids and feeling the need to protect them as if they were still in primary school. Oh whatever. Mike had alot of static which completely ruined the school song, national anthem and any good impression the parents had of my school. Only 5 Sec 1 Express classes this year cos more and more dumb nerds who ironically score so well yet have so poor decision making skills and chose my school nad as a result increasing our aggregate even further to 220 plus. What is the world coming to....freaking nerds....my school isn't even good enough to have such a high aggregate. My Sec 2 buddies last year look good in long pants this year. And now they share my upper sec recess timeslot too. Just can't stand the Sec 3 batch this year in overall. Flood all our Sec 4s usual sitting place in the canteen and the library too. WTF there were supposed to be more Sec 4s then 3s. Just hope can survive the endless remedials this year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Try as I might. I cant fight the urge to blog. It's also good I guess to record some memories from my last year in this school which I most probably will never visit again after I graduate (even though I can anytime I want to) but only for major events.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462955677138351842-5171898373190868186?l=wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5171898373190868186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462955677138351842&amp;postID=5171898373190868186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/5171898373190868186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/5171898373190868186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/2009/01/1st-day-of-school-for-10th-time.html' title='1st day of school for the 10th time!!'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11774680708712292602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462955677138351842.post-4518437671118971984</id><published>2008-12-28T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T07:38:17.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2009!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year 2009! yeah I know its still a few days away till next year but its not like I have the time to actually post anything by then so might as well post it in advance. As a year ends, turning into nothing more than a speck in history and eventually fading away into nothingness. Another begins. I look back at the person who I was and the being I have now become. Changed through the passage of time. But still retaining part of my former self. Changed for the better I believe. An improved version. And continuing to improve I shall, as an imperfect being has always room to improve. Imperfect I may be, I am modest and brave enough to admit it. Even though the first sentence of this post may seem to imply happiness. Do not misunderstand. This is just a formality I say as a habit each year. I am not celebrating the least bit. Dreading the 'O' Levels in 2009 has already ruined my mood for the Xmas and the holidays. May the world not end this year.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462955677138351842-4518437671118971984?l=wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4518437671118971984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462955677138351842&amp;postID=4518437671118971984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/4518437671118971984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/4518437671118971984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-2009.html' title='Welcome 2009!'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11774680708712292602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462955677138351842.post-8098533420006046297</id><published>2008-12-23T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:39:18.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physical Workout</title><content type='html'>Was a fun yet tiring day. Played badminton with the Xing bros for 2 hr plus. Great man. My badminton skills are finally returning to me now from when I lost my touch with them since Pri 6. And now it's way better than it used to be. Yes! Just need to work on my jump smashes and drop shots. Ah well but need to postpone training until after stupid O lvls. After that I wanted a bit more challenge so just ran 400m and do 50 sit ups and some pull ups. On normal occasions these stuff would be trivial to me but after playing badminton it was quite hard to do as my body was already worn out. Then went to library to cool off and looked for some Twilight series books but couldn't find any. Yeah I recently got hooked to the story. Lala bought some bubble tea (which I haven't drunk for about 2 months argh the horror) then went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462955677138351842-8098533420006046297?l=wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8098533420006046297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462955677138351842&amp;postID=8098533420006046297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/8098533420006046297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/8098533420006046297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/2008/12/physical-workout.html' title='Physical Workout'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11774680708712292602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462955677138351842.post-4211141225680300074</id><published>2008-12-13T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T07:37:21.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 ways to avoid donating money</title><content type='html'>Well Christmas,the season for giving, is just around the corner. Therefore, there will be loads of people lurking around shopping malls and other unexpected places where they will pop out and expect you to donate money to em for whatever reason it may be etc.donation,funding some pointless project, scamming you. If you want to have enough money to spend on gifts for your loved ones, save up for the bumpy road of the recent financial recession, are a miser, sick of donating or are just plain cold hearted. Here are some tips from me, Shaun, the brilliant genius of all things weird and wacky on how to escape from these monetary predators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following tips are listed based on their rank in ascending order. Ranks are given according to usefulness,realisticness and practicality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: It is important to say the following lines early and rush off quickly. Success isn't guaranteed if you let the 'beggar' say any more words. The more the 'beggar' says, the higher the probability that you will give him money. Remember the formula. More words said = Higher chance to persuade you. Eg. The beggar could say his parents died or children from some place are dying and he needs money to blablabla and that would touch your heart and persuade you to donate money to him or some charitable organisation. So its best not to hear and walk off before he has a chance to say it. It's better to know less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "I don't want to give you money you *insert profanities*!!!&lt;br /&gt;Least recommended and should only be used as a last resort as it will most likely make the person go mad and in the worst case scenario will chase you with a parang till kingdom come. Besides it will spoil the person's mood and ruin his day. Spare a thought will ya since you cant spare him money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2."I have no money."&lt;br /&gt;A good excuse. But what prevents this from being the top excuse is due to the fact that good acting skills are required to make it fully effective. Saying this with a straight face and serious tone is needed to pull it off. Failure to do so will result in more persistance from the 'beggar' who knows you are obviously lying(IF your acting skills are bad) in an attempt to persuade you to give him money. Never EVER show him your wallet to persuade him that you really have no money (unless you really don't) cos it will really embarass you and you might just have to end up using excuse number 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Sorry, I'm in a rush."&lt;br /&gt;This is by far the best excuse I have used in my experience. The 'beggar' most likely won't pester you to donate anymore. No acting skills are required to pull this one off successfully as it is very realistic in this fast paced world that you could be late for something. It is also short, sweet and easy to remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462955677138351842-4211141225680300074?l=wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4211141225680300074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462955677138351842&amp;postID=4211141225680300074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/4211141225680300074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/4211141225680300074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/2008/12/5-ways-to-avoid-donating-money.html' title='3 ways to avoid donating money'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11774680708712292602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462955677138351842.post-1868629969025581828</id><published>2008-12-05T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:58:26.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish humans</title><content type='html'>These few days during the hols there seems to be some stupid donation thingy at various shopping centres. You know,the ones with a red bucket with 2 people standing there ringing bells asking to donate. Forgot the charity's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, don't try to act like you really care about those poor kids dying in Africa or something like that. If we really did care then there would be no food shortages in the world and stuff like that. Seriously, look at how much money celebs and sportmen get. Celebs can get over way 100k for just guest starring for an episode and few millions for acting a movie. Sportsmen like soccer players get paid alot too just for playing a match which at the most just lasts 1h30min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where does that money come from? We,the lunatical fans, who attend the games. We,the TV/movie viewers, who watch celebs acting. PEOPLE WOULD RATHER PAY FOR ENTERTAINMENT THEN SAVE/IMPROVE THE LIVES OF OTHERS. Thats how selfish we are. Think about it. If we really did care and poured all our money into helping needy people instead of into the entertainment and sports industry and fueling the ever bloating egos of up and coming celebes. We could easily end it all in less than a month or even a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462955677138351842-1868629969025581828?l=wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1868629969025581828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462955677138351842&amp;postID=1868629969025581828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/1868629969025581828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/1868629969025581828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/2008/12/selfish-humans.html' title='Selfish humans'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11774680708712292602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462955677138351842.post-4724333803553422901</id><published>2008-11-30T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T06:49:41.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>These nights I have been having very intense dreams. Consecutive days too. It's happening so often compared to normal school days. What's happening to me. Am I surpressing too much emotions until I subconsciously think about them only when I sleep? They aren't necessarily scary. It's like waking up with my heart beating so fast and ironically sometimes I forget why I feel that way....But for some reason I want more. These dreams bring excitement into my mundane life. Interpretating them. Figuring out why I dream of the things in my dream. My dreams are very complex cos they are based on my thoughts which is complex. VERY. So my dreams are very intriguing. If only I can remember more of em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462955677138351842-4724333803553422901?l=wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4724333803553422901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462955677138351842&amp;postID=4724333803553422901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/4724333803553422901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/4724333803553422901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/2008/11/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11774680708712292602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462955677138351842.post-2492981947129829237</id><published>2008-11-25T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T08:17:55.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Achieve gathering at Sentosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ex-classmates from 2 Ach organised picnic to Sentosa to meet up and see our ex-form teacher Miss Lai! Actually its Mrs Husband's Surname. Bleah but we all don't care. Too used to it already lolz. She came back from Sarawak to meet all her S'pore friends again for whatever reason I have no idea cos I didn't ask and am not bothered to stalk her 24 hours to find out.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8.30am then met classmates at Woodlands MRT. Travelled all the way to Harbourfront then took monorail to Sentosa. We were so well prepared that we forgot to bring any mats to sit on....Ah well so we just took a newspaper someone happened to bring along and used it to sit and put our food on.We escorted Miss Lai to the monorail when she had to leave and bumped into Kenneth,Jass,Hong Bin and their pals outside the first aid office. What a coincidence. Met them at Causeway Point earlier in the morning then now met them again in Sentosa. When returning to the beach we saw an ambulance drive pass us. Got kinda kaypoh and concerned so we go see whether its one of the boys who need go hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently poor Hong Bin got stung by a marine stinger....I have a hunch its a jellyfish. Lolz. Poor guy. Got to go to hospital for check up. Hope he's ok...Then left shortly after and go home. Then realised my arms and feet got kinda tan. Yay! I like tanning ^^ But kinda surprising too. Like only spends 3-4 hours there. So fast tan already. Ozone layer there must be pretty thin. Ooo should go there more often. PS Dont buy water at Sentosa. Bring your own. They charge around 2.50 and above for approximately 500ml. That means $0.01 per 2ml.....HUGE SCAM &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272916791844828258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7b-IPd0RWY/SS0p4pQadGI/AAAAAAAAADI/Rnv36rz9gI8/s320/2+Ach+%40+Sentosa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Group Pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462955677138351842-2492981947129829237?l=wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2492981947129829237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462955677138351842&amp;postID=2492981947129829237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/2492981947129829237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/2492981947129829237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-achieve-gathering-at-sentosa.html' title='2 Achieve gathering at Sentosa'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11774680708712292602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_g7b-IPd0RWY/SS0p4pQadGI/AAAAAAAAADI/Rnv36rz9gI8/s72-c/2+Ach+%40+Sentosa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462955677138351842.post-5042670119363510625</id><published>2008-11-17T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:24:10.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the killer flu virus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Freak rainstorms made the weather drop like a degree from usual. Argh. Now got flu/cold or whatever u wana call it. Had to cancel plans with Xing Ru and Xing Ming to play badminton. Haiz. Soooo not looking forward to tomorrow's A Maths remedial. Maybe I should skip hmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462955677138351842-5042670119363510625?l=wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5042670119363510625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462955677138351842&amp;postID=5042670119363510625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/5042670119363510625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/5042670119363510625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/2008/11/attack-of-killer-flu-virus.html' title='Attack of the killer flu virus'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11774680708712292602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462955677138351842.post-470697219403978578</id><published>2008-11-07T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T04:57:13.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of our sch holiday classes!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally, today comes the end of school! Officially it ended like around 2 weeks ago...But then had to come back for holiday which were like practically the same as norm sch day! Wth...Blegh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate, I skipped school!! Woots!! Heard from my classmates my stupid Physics teacher was damned pissed off! HAHA. Idiot fattie teacher try guailan me in class. Too bad you cant catch me!! Actually I skipped half of the holiday lessons mehehehe. Truancy rox!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462955677138351842-470697219403978578?l=wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/feeds/470697219403978578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462955677138351842&amp;postID=470697219403978578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/470697219403978578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/470697219403978578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-day-of-our-sch-holiday-classes.html' title='Last day of our sch holiday classes!!!'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11774680708712292602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462955677138351842.post-6234641095057346967</id><published>2008-11-04T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:20:39.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fell again argh....</title><content type='html'>After school went to play soccer with some of the guys in my class. One o' them go make me fall them and bruise my knee and elbow...Haiz. Then stubbed my toe when kicking a ball and a guy was kicking it too so both our feet collided and we both hurt our toes.... and our toenails...zzzzz. So unlucky....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462955677138351842-6234641095057346967?l=wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6234641095057346967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462955677138351842&amp;postID=6234641095057346967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/6234641095057346967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/6234641095057346967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/2008/11/fell-again-argh.html' title='Fell again argh....'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11774680708712292602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462955677138351842.post-8394683497101964435</id><published>2008-11-02T00:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T03:08:01.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appearing on TV woots!</title><content type='html'>Left Woodlands to Mediacorp studio,which is at Caldecott Broadcasting Centre, Caldecott Hill in a specially booked bus at around 6pm, for recording of the last episode of Don't Forget The Lyrics Singapore Version:VIP(Voices In Parliament) Special which was a special edition of the show where they let people in Parliament play the game for charity. The broadcast centre was like hidden behind a whole row of terrace houses. The game if you dummies out there have no idea what it's all about is to sing songs and fill up the missing lyrics and earn cash. Got it? No? YOU'RE HOPELESS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When arrived,I practically just waltzed in.No security at all. *hint hint* Wow....I'm so important they didn't need to check my identity. ^^ Well luckily they didn't. Forgot to bring my IC so I probably would b left outside.....phew. Went to some room to wait before we could go into the studio. Had 5 TVs there!!One for each channel. Can literally watch all 5 Singapore channels at once.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Then had to go to go the studio for the recording of the show which was in another building where it was all studios.Took the seats on stage just behind the contestants, the MP for my residential area,Admiralty, Dr Mohd Maliki Osman and some other chinese MP from some other area whose name I forgot hehe. Which means I will be on TV! For a few sec at least ....=) lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B4 we started there were some 'warm up sessions' where the audience especially those on the stage like me had to learn some acting and were also told not to record or take photos or we would b killed. When the lights in the room turned blue (when the contestant was locking in the answer) we had to give expressions of suspense...when it was green (when the contestant answered correctly) we had to act happy, cheer and clap and when it was red (when the contestant answered wrongly) then we had to act emo and sad. And the audience who were not on the stage (the ones u guys at home watching TV will not be able to see) were told to clap their hands over their head so that the camera can see people clapping so that the people at home can see it too....Yep u guessed it..all the happy "Yeah!!",the sad "Aww" and the clapping u hear in TV shows are all faked.Even the production crew occasionally gave fake claps and shouts during the show to add more sound to the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the recording started....and our host came out and it was....Gurmit Singh!!He emphasised the importance to SHUT UP and don't sing along with the contestants in case we accidentally sung the answer during the show which would get the MPs disqualified. Started the recording where the two MPs (yes, they're competing together as a group) and their backup friend were introduced. The wacky categories were introduced. They were ERP(Eighties Rock something...), GST(General Sing-Along Tunes or someting lidat),GRC(Gold something Classics), Leo's constituency, Ballot something,Voting With Your Feet,En-Bop,US Selections,Water Conspiracy and the rest I forgot. Apparently before each song was recorded the MPs had to practice with the band of the show who played all the music so they know whether they should play the song higher or lower based on the MPs singing ability so they wouldn't sound like and idiot if the band played too high a note they can't reach. Then each song was rehearsed about 3 times each to familiarise themselves with the tunes and stuff like that. They managed to get past 6 songs b4 they finally gave up and won S$25000 for charity but not without bending the rules a little ...*ahems* in the name of charity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 4th round, Dr Maliki specially requested to sing together with the other MP when he was actually supposed to attempt that round alone and they were like "What the heck, it's for charity, OK!" and let them sing together. Then in the 6th round they didnt know the answer and neither did they're backup (in fact throughout the whole show he didn't know a single song 0.0...) and they used up all their 'lifelines' but apparently their wives knew....So once again everyone was like "Never mind.Its for charity!!" and let them come on stage to help out and they got it right. Then during some round I forgot, when Gurmit was putting his arm around the MP like brothers while locking in the answer, he accidentally pulled up the bak of the MPs tuxedo. Since we were at the back of them....we could see all this and we were laughing silently like shit. Whether Gurmit knew it or not, he couldn't move anyway...they were recording lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recording ended at around 10pm...Very tiring..Had to clap practically non stop, and if we didn't we had to smile,make noise, still had to keep constant mental note to myself to not do anything stupid in front of national TV! 6 questions...each song sing at least 3 times AT LEAST. So songs were sung at least 18 times oh my goodness..Go toilet also so troublesome.Want go toilet? Only can go during break if you're the audience sitting on the stage. And they have only 1 toilet for each gender. So when you urgent and need to go toilet you have to hold on until one of the many breaks when they were not recording and you still have to queue up and hold your bladder outside the toilet too..How torturous....Lucky I didn't need to use. xd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So catch me on TV!!Watch Don't Forget The Lyrics Singapore Version:VIP Special. Its the last episode of the VIP special! Sitting on the left hand side of the stage 2nd row of the supporters! Will air in a few weeks/months time!! What time it will air is also not confirmed yet so watch all the episodes!!!To see me!!!Me!!MEEEE!!!!LOLz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462955677138351842-8394683497101964435?l=wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8394683497101964435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462955677138351842&amp;postID=8394683497101964435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/8394683497101964435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/8394683497101964435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/2008/11/appearing-on-tv-woots.html' title='Appearing on TV woots!'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11774680708712292602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462955677138351842.post-356028372550209614</id><published>2008-10-30T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T01:29:15.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to URA gallery</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, 3 Achieve and Enterprise went to URA gallery for an excursion trip by the school for no reason really. Just usual compulsory school crap. Were allowed to free roam for the whole trip....and know why? I spotted a sign.....apparently guided tours are charged...cheapskate school. Watched a vid of Gurmit Singh asking ask question about URA and we got to vote for the answer by pressing buttons on some metal stand thingy. After a few questions, we kinda suspected the voting was rigged so the whole class purposely didn't press the buttons for 1 question. Whadaya know! Votes still came pouring in....lolz so it was rigged. Walked off to c other stuff after that. There were some telescopes available on the second floor of the URA and all the boys go use them to zoom in on some *ahem* 'chiobus' on the first story. Even some girls went to look at the 'chiobus' too!! Lesbians? Haha. After that just went home and slacked .....zzzzzzz...so I post today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462955677138351842-356028372550209614?l=wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/feeds/356028372550209614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462955677138351842&amp;postID=356028372550209614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/356028372550209614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/356028372550209614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/2008/10/trip-to-ura-gallery.html' title='Trip to URA gallery'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11774680708712292602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462955677138351842.post-3842773184356535383</id><published>2008-10-08T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:23:13.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of EOY!Yay!</title><content type='html'>Finally examinations are over....can finally seat back and relax......not that I haven't been doing that all year....but at least now I can do it with a peace of mind.Until next year that is. Recently been losing a LOT of sleep and I already lose a lot when I don't have exams. Well guess its my fault tho...rushed last minute revision from around 9pm from da previous morning till school starts non stop with as much as a 15 min nap =p. Seriously, if there's another one o those 'Put your hand on car for as long as u can game without taking it off and u win the car' then I would win. Can stand there for mayb two consecutive days b4 falling asleep? zzzzzz....0.0 I jus did....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462955677138351842-3842773184356535383?l=wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3842773184356535383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462955677138351842&amp;postID=3842773184356535383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/3842773184356535383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/3842773184356535383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/2008/10/end-of-eoyyay.html' title='End of EOY!Yay!'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11774680708712292602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462955677138351842.post-1509809337620595900</id><published>2008-09-23T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T05:23:39.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>**** u China!!!!</title><content type='html'>Woke up late. Washed up read the newspaper and realized I consumed some stupid products that was produced in China.....wtf...... Gratz China.......first u had to start that bloody bird flu and then now this......stupid melamine.....care bout ur own country more than ppls lives and health go shit u. Who cares whether u hosted 2008 Olympics.Not to mention the countless other crappy products that I havent and will not be bothered to mention.....k thats enough of me ranting ....FOR NOW....Went to school.Geog tchr nvr come then got this old man relieving us and for that whole period blabbered on and on about his past and tried to be funny (which was very unfunny) nooooon-stop. Oh the horror!Got stupid A maths mock test after school which I so didn't study for and I left 90% or more of the paper blank. Daydreamed,doodled with my pen and slept for most of the paper....zzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462955677138351842-1509809337620595900?l=wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1509809337620595900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462955677138351842&amp;postID=1509809337620595900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/1509809337620595900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/1509809337620595900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/2008/09/u-china.html' title='**** u China!!!!'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11774680708712292602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462955677138351842.post-5355194507470254190</id><published>2008-09-04T02:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T02:57:58.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzzzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>zzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462955677138351842-5355194507470254190?l=wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5355194507470254190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462955677138351842&amp;postID=5355194507470254190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/5355194507470254190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462955677138351842/posts/default/5355194507470254190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishinicouldbmore.blogspot.com/2008/09/zzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='zzzzzzzzzzz'/><author><name>Shaun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11774680708712292602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
