<?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-6247314</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:36:50.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts of the uNinitated</title><subtitle type='html'>ever wondered to speak your mind but nv cud...silent voices which beg to be rescued from torment...what cannot be saed...silent till the grave..the dead hold many secrets becuz of the voices which refuse to make themselves heard.... 

</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>164</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-110412583300545782</id><published>2004-12-26T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T21:37:13.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what?jurong east arcade is a great place to go play parapara. no one goes there! lol.ok i just dun make sense do i. it's another miserable week before sch starts. and becauase blogger absolutely loves me, i'm blogging at frank's hse. not that i want to la but oh well.anyway. did anyone read about the great earthquake which struck indonesia? talk about ripple effect man. even india and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/110412583300545782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/110412583300545782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110412583300545782' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-110325430625685279</id><published>2004-12-16T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T19:31:46.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> SLUTS Oh well. PAE results out.. And I’m going to Anderson.. Which is like my second choice?Whatever la just wake up extra early can le. It’s like so just a school that’s like abt almost 3 million miles away frm my house? Of course that’s not technically possible cause sg is only like 45 km wide? Haha. Nvm I’m hysterical.Argh. I WANTED TO GO TO TJ!!!!! Damndamndamndamndamn.DAPHY WHEN ARE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/110325430625685279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/110325430625685279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110325430625685279' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-110287391359635158</id><published>2004-12-12T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T09:53:22.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing much, really. I’m been positively stuck at home lately.. Trying to deal with the menace called my sibling.Sometimes I just get driven up the wall.. It’s a miracle my sanity is still intact..or has it gone?Oh anyway.. Doug O recently turned against sly..so doublefaced in my opinion..there’s no point being so saccharine on the idol finals only to turn on the acidic quotient once idol is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/110287391359635158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/110287391359635158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110287391359635158' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-110195557652881972</id><published>2004-12-01T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T18:46:16.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Idoloh well. i can't say i din anticipate the results.. but being a sylvester fan.. of course i'm disappointed la. *wink*.yeah i guess maybe taufik represents singapore BETTER on the world idol stage but.. it's not like sylvester will embarass us or anything after all.nevermind.i shall stop sounding like a sour puss and congratulate taufik for winning singapore idol.somehow, luckily i wasn't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/110195557652881972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/110195557652881972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110195557652881972' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-110169176494708292</id><published>2004-11-28T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T17:29:24.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMGIvan’s been a really really confusedly confused individual lately. (don’t ask why.)Being a maid and a servant and a slave has taken a toll on his mental health.So please disregard all pieces of nonsense written in the blog.And yes, he’s reduced to asking people to help him blog.Ok. Enough of NONSENSE.You know how people forever wage wars to prove a point? Sadly, in the real world, there’</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/110169176494708292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/110169176494708292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110169176494708292' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-110136433277087829</id><published>2004-11-24T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T22:32:12.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> GAHHH It’s been a freaking freaking loooonnng time since I’ve actually managed to blog.At least, alex is helping me to post my entries up (thanks!) Blogger has something against me because I simply can’t type my entries out. Miserably miserable. NEXT.Ok. Finally the OH-SO-WASTETIME o levels have ended.So boring nowadays.. Just wanna go out and party but no one is free..and face it, who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/110136433277087829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/110136433277087829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110136433277087829' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109913188224515948</id><published>2004-10-30T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T03:24:42.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> HIATUS! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109913188224515948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109913188224515948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109913188224515948' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109895133874323254</id><published>2004-10-28T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T01:15:38.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(practical)ly down the drainblehh. so exciting to like. do pracs which we've never ever ever seen touched or smelled before.stupid bio prac. made me look at prawns in a new light. doink.oh well i shall like so not whine about this cause i have more important things to whine about than this stupid lame piece of crap called practical.a letter to someone i totally detest:you are so shameless</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109895133874323254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109895133874323254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109895133874323254' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109841525780852081</id><published>2004-10-21T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T20:20:57.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o levels CHEM prachappy 16 guanghao! bleh. i shall not want to talk about my metal M like how every1's been gg arnd debating whether it's sodium, magnesium, aluminium, silicon, or goodness-knows-what metal/metalloid/nonmetal..matthias..how did you get bacterium?erm so you must have been using penicillium to neutralise it right?ok. it's time to shuttup.damn can someone tell me why the hell</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109841525780852081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109841525780852081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109841525780852081' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109783731169362234</id><published>2004-10-15T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T19:40:39.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last official day huh.i've just got to say that i can't believe that 4 years of secondary school has passed.it's as if the hourglass of time was fastforwarded by a million times.i guess i must have had fun becuz it's said that time passes faster when ur having fun.i'm not ever gonna have mr lim, miss boon, miss p, mr poon, miss ong, miss matthews, mr kwang (YES!!!)...teaching me again...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109783731169362234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109783731169362234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109783731169362234' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109731756224066773</id><published>2004-10-08T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T03:26:02.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>announcement.due to recent mismanagements of time due to constantly coming online.i shall have to say that i will blog lesser. if you see 1 post in 2-3 weeks. then it's perfectly normal.please attempt to shoo me offline if i'm on for too long. 9 subs. means i must manage time proper. thx.and before i go on ___________. happy sweet 16 suhairi! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109731756224066773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109731756224066773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109731756224066773' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109705180286918805</id><published>2004-10-06T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T01:36:42.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>grad ceremonyhmm. i honestly think that it's a bit out of point to blog about grad ceremony now. because it's been like. 4 days already. so out of point.but nevermind.grad ceremony was a really solemn/serious/lighthearted.and yes, it was a combination of all three.sji has the most unique grad ceremony ever, that's becoz of the letters to the parents. i can't imagine another all boys sch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109705180286918805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109705180286918805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109705180286918805' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109687829765757961</id><published>2004-10-04T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T01:24:57.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>confessions of a nerd failureheh. you must think that the title is lame. but well i chose it.anyway. i don't qualify as a nerd. simple reason, i dun get single digit numbers for L1R5. it's eluded me yet again.haiz. to fully become a nerd i guess one must like get 6 points. etc.i'm quite irritated by the fact that i screwed my L1R5 because of my strongest suit..which LET ME DOWN MISERABLY. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109687829765757961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109687829765757961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109687829765757961' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109636693606160357</id><published>2004-09-28T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T03:22:16.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a mouthful of acideek. i've really really toned down my bitchiness. i hope la.but really, some things are just like thorns pricking into your flesh..which can't go unnoticed la.i've noticed that singaporeans. [YES. SINGAPOREANS FROM SINGAPORE. in case there are ppl wondering what the f***ing hell singaporeans are. (which of course i'm of this nationality) ] seem to like to find excuses to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109636693606160357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109636693606160357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109636693606160357' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109610775698618462</id><published>2004-09-25T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T03:22:36.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>prelims end.oh well. prelims ended yesterday.the last few weeks or so have been horrendous. i haven't been getting enough sleep lately and my eyebags are enormous. coupled with my acne which is getting worse and worse. how awfully disgusting.nevermind, i mean like the whole of this week i had papers.so yes, it was terrible knowing that people enjoyed their freedom on wed or latest fri, while</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109610775698618462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109610775698618462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109610775698618462' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109523015546766475</id><published>2004-09-15T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T23:35:55.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>breaking hiatus...for one entry only.right. i'm breaking the hiatus because i have something to say.actually a lot of things but. oh well.today's wednesday. in other words, 5 papers down already.or in terms of subjects, 2.5 completed.but really, i'm reeling from the after effects of the papers.mon was terrible. after taking the e maths paper, which was surprisingly doable, was the geog </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109523015546766475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109523015546766475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109523015546766475' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109429350913847107</id><published>2004-09-04T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T03:25:09.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a little thought..This will be my last post before the prelims start official. Then it will be a hiatus all the way until the end of prelims.I really think I have no choice if not I’ll be not studying and that seriously is disastrous.Anyway.So I was watching meteor garden today. Not that I really wanted to, because my mum was on the tv and I had no heart to tell her to switch to mtv. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109429350913847107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109429350913847107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109429350913847107' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109420059361474847</id><published>2004-09-03T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T01:36:33.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damni'm feeling kinda bitter right now after what that man just said.it just reinforces what i already think of him.sad to think that parents are supposed to nurture a child.and you know what.if even your own parent calls you something along the line of homosexual, then what about the world?sometimes i even wonder why i put up with him.why.i don't even know myself.it's such a devious </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109420059361474847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109420059361474847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109420059361474847' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109394202436502865</id><published>2004-08-31T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T01:50:40.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the REAL teacher's day item!today was the real item. which sort of like officially closes the calender of performing events for everyone.i had so much fun dancing on stage. with all the defiance..it was cool. haha i wonder how i danced though. apparently of all the dancers on stage i'm the worst.oh well. so i hope someone taped it down.and you know what:)happy birthday zippy!!it was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109394202436502865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109394202436502865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109394202436502865' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109371392400144875</id><published>2004-08-29T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T10:25:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guiltyhmm. looks like i've been wrong about a certain person. let's just call him A.you know, sometimes you just misunderstand some people.and misjudge them because of what you always hear about them.so yah. i'm guilty of that charge.but anyway.today i went home with him. and i realised that he is not what people make him out to be.they say he's arrogant.i say no way.he's just very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109371392400144875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109371392400144875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109371392400144875' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109350857872600289</id><published>2004-08-26T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T01:22:58.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breakbreakbreak.WHOOPS.Ok. I know I’m NOT supposed to break a hiatus. But when emotions start to multiply like the chain effect, though I have no idea why, yes, I’m breaking my hiatus.To begin with, I would like to say something to a particular person.You. Yes you. Were we even friends to begin with?3 years of friendship. Did it mean nothing to you or did your boyfriends matter more to you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109350857872600289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109350857872600289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109350857872600289' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109308194997309542</id><published>2004-08-21T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T02:52:29.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>teacher's day rehearsalsright. i'm a day late because blogger crashed on me.whatever la. that's so not my problem :)ytd was teacher's day rehearsal.it was fun actually if not for the fact that alex had to pull out at the last min cause he had some beurel thing..and we came up with the script inpromptu!like wow. shows how competent people from 403 arh.*haolians*haha i really fancy seeing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109308194997309542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109308194997309542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109308194997309542' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109282072647582435</id><published>2004-08-18T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T02:18:46.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mass of thoughts (again) kenneth was saying that guys also have a lot of problems, except that they don't show it at all.erm yes. this was in response to me saying that girls seem to have a lot of problems.and yes, it is definitely true.not many people wear their hearts on their sleeves..unless you consider khairi.the rest of us. or well most of us keep our problems under wrap.no point </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109282072647582435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109282072647582435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109282072647582435' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109275264025527120</id><published>2004-08-17T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T07:24:00.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>final fantasy?the most wonderful part about final fantasy would be the soundtracks.bittersweet in a way..there's just something appealing about such music..sort of like haunting you and won't let you go.ok maybe i'm just in one of those moods where i can't be bothered or something.yup anyway. when you think too much about achieving a goal, you end up doing everything and anything to get to </summary><link 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will become obsolete next time.hmm. will that actually happen?haha sounds kinda interesting though.a female army..BLAH. sounds like vandread though.imagine the future with two planets.one populated by females and one populated by males.and the reproduction is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109266317581780549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109266317581780549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109266317581780549' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109238881364752296</id><published>2004-08-13T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T02:20:13.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oral!yah oral today was pretty nonsensical.but really i dun really care. it's over and done with andquoting the most retarded idol reject.. "i did my best and i have no regrets".the teachers were quite nice. i hope la.they seemed to like try to make me be at ease..kudos to them, i actually did calm down.yeah i think i did pretty much average for the reading though, i was quite worried for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109238881364752296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109238881364752296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109238881364752296' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109230088477254858</id><published>2004-08-12T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T01:54:44.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gender equality my foot.yes. i'm going to complain..ppl are going to go what's new ivan...but i'm kinda pissed about today's geog lesson. or maybe i misunderstood the lesson but i dun really care. this issue's been a really really really thorny one. and some time ago i remember reading some comment by a gal about how guys are giving her doublestandards etc..so yah ellen woo was talking about</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109230088477254858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109230088477254858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109230088477254858' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109205371436104275</id><published>2004-08-09T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T05:15:14.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>national day!!HAPPY 39th Singapore!!ok, today's singapore's 39th birthday and that's why the entry is going to be in red!!ha anyway today had dance practice cancelled cause ppl were all bz today. oh well there's one 2mr anyway.and you know what?singapore idol premieres today!! eek. come to think of it..the auditions seem disgusting.especially the A.D.D. guy who stripped during the </summary><link 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how high the fireworks were shot this time.oh yah. HAPPY 16th KENNETH!!i'm such a sotong.only after i read fi's blog that i realised that it was kenneth's birthday.which means i'm suffering frm short term memory loss.whatever. just need to take more ginko</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109197080647255212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109197080647255212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109197080647255212' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109187471044917269</id><published>2004-08-07T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T03:31:50.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>glimmer of...?hmmz. rewatched love actually last night..(after stealing the cd frm my cousin)and i still have to admit it still as good ever.. and more touching..especially the part where the best fren tells keira knightley that he is carrying a torch for her and she's already happily married to his best fren..really...it brought me back to earth thinking that endings happen in which what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109187471044917269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109187471044917269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109187471044917269' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109179568827736083</id><published>2004-08-06T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T05:34:48.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tiredright. the title accurately reflects my mood for the past few days. and yes, it seems to have been used many many many times. sounds like i dug it out somewhere from my archives but nevermind.oh btw. the next para is inspired by eugene's latest entry.first things first, i'm sorry frank and jerry for not being able to make it for the ap..unfortunately i had somethin urgent which cropped </summary><link 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was only @ 3 tt i managed to make it to the meeting.i'm such a late bitch but nevermind.haiz dunno how the meeting was carried out when me and haikel arrived ... with mark shan trying his best to pinpoint the stage of haikel's bitchy mood.really lorh. that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109170240863036421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109170240863036421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109170240863036421' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109162114328003367</id><published>2004-08-04T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T05:05:43.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hecticism guaranteed.whoo. i din realise how much energy i had until today.it's one of the extremely HECTIC days which teachers try to CRAM every test into.so yeah. if you count 2.4 as a test, there's like 4 tests today.couple it with teacher's day auditions and the fact that i skipped recess and lunch..with the added effect of going for oral practice after that..omg. it's one punishing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109162114328003367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109162114328003367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109162114328003367' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109145357994296035</id><published>2004-08-02T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T06:32:59.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>think thinkweird things you think about when you are alone.blah i will not and shall not elab.you know what. i recently found my lost barney.haha you know that purple dinosaur?yeah i found it.. i mean i thought i lost it..was darn unhappy lorh.. it's been with me for like 10 years already..how not to have an emotional attachment to it?and you know what?if you can actually form an </summary><link 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problem here is simply, how can i change when i don't even know what i'm doing wrong?anyway thanks su.start of next week is going to be very busy, so 1st thing first. not that i'm not mentioning it in advance, but i'm DEFINITELY going to be very TOUCHY.so jerry, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109134587015744035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109134587015744035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109134587015744035' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109109307254998360</id><published>2004-07-29T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T04:04:20.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>track and field and grad nite   yesterday was track and field finals. wow. it was so fun. oh well i shall not touch up with minor details. but cedar and st nicks really are LOUD. overall, sji got 2nd place.. congrats to the B div.. ok today was grad nite meeting. only haikel khairi frank suhairi and chiaw pheng were there. so yeah. chiaw pheng is de facto chairman. khairi head of decor,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109109307254998360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109109307254998360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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FINISHED. no need to rub it into all taking higher chinese.blah. nevermind i'm feeling VERY grouchy today.had three consecutive tests. that's why i love my teachers a lot.and the periods had to be like maths, chem, then hcl.idiotic. summore all consec </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109091789261927378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109091789261927378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109091789261927378' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109074302943426414</id><published>2004-07-24T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T01:23:33.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kindred spirits today was kindred spirits..on a saturday at 7 p.m.. initially was in quite a quandary..er..where to meet? who to go with etc.. after biweekly was sending messages to daphy and suhairi and kenneth.. as usual they kept me on tenterhooks..i dinno if they'd get my message.. then at 10 plus daphy replied saying she was going with her friends.. in other words, i would be darn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109074302943426414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109074302943426414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109074302943426414' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109050767570778496</id><published>2004-07-22T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T07:04:39.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>final i guess it's the 2nd last time the sec 4s in judo are ever going to meet up again. the final time will be the sec 4 farewell. it's just like steffie said after all. "This story has reached its final full-stop but I'll read it again and again." it's like that i guess. today was the prize presentation. as well as the team finals.sherman was betting with jordan and joel about who would</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109050767570778496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109050767570778496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109050767570778496' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109041924744712368</id><published>2004-07-21T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T07:14:07.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>keep quiet if you have nothing BETTER to say you know, i'm absolutely amazed at the lengths strangers go to irritate everyone on the bus.today was basically boring and tiring and blar blar blar, blar blar blar. go figure.the only good thing about 2d was just the rehearsal. (it's a 403 thing.)then afterwards went home with haikel.went to bras basah to change buses..and on the 51, apparently</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109041924744712368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109041924744712368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109041924744712368' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-109005800697563389</id><published>2004-07-17T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T02:53:26.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>waking up after a shock after talking to sherman the other night, i think i was just in a hallucinating mood.but still, it's not easy to shake stuff like this off.nevermind about that, i've moved on.i will NOT dwell on this anymore.to reply to some of the tags on my board,thanks sherman. for listening to my nonsense ya?thanks joel, but it's doubtful that i'd want to go to cjc. :Dright. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109005800697563389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/109005800697563389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#109005800697563389' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108998118668670916</id><published>2004-07-16T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T05:36:14.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Disappointment   post match, i feel kinda disappointed. i feel as though i could and SHOULD have done better. damnit. sometimes i think, screw pandora for setting the evils of the world free. cause i'm feeling negatively influenced by disappointment. although jason says that it's ok, i know that deep down he feels that we should have done better..and he's trying to make me feel better. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108998118668670916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108998118668670916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108998118668670916' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108981241034341617</id><published>2004-07-14T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T06:40:10.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> emotional rollercoaster today i realised how important my friends are, especially those in the team today.you guys really gave me the confidence to step on the dojo and fight that ri guy/gal/bitch/slut/whore/bastard/asshole. btw. that's a delete wherever applicable question.ok. so today in question, i was having a super confidence loss. very severe, happens only to ppl like me. anyway </summary><link 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nationals..that's if we don't get into finals...it's holds such a symbolic meaning for me...i actually did not want to join judo, but nathan asked me to go..so i went.did the trials on the dojo, didn't realise that it would be my permanent cca.my first training camp...haha..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108972557552824618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108972557552824618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108972557552824618' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108963949354634695</id><published>2004-07-12T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T06:38:13.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> pointified  oh. today was a really super short day.at least i think i was dreaming again as usual.ivan the airheaded smart bimbo bitch.what a bunch of contradictions.right. and it's official. i've dethroned khairi as the ultrasuperincredible bitch.haha. and miss ong made a joke today!jerry was like. " miss ong is our favourite maths teacher."then she was "ahahahaha" in a sarcastic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108963949354634695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108963949354634695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108963949354634695' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108952797263920722</id><published>2004-07-10T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T23:39:32.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> sick. blehh. yesterday was competition..went to hougang sec for that..the journey was long boring and sleepified..and most of the matches i was stoning away..but i must say that joel and francis did very well..even though that biased ref..nevermine shall not comment too much..joel you did very well man..don't beat urself up!francis was the best..well done francis! it took you 4 years of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108952797263920722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108952797263920722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108952797263920722' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108920899430380624</id><published>2004-07-07T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T07:03:14.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> friends i've just realised how important friends like kenneth, fiona, eddy and frank are.especially when it's nearing competition and coach STILL hazzen revealed the team yet..i'm very scared ok. i'm feeling very confused..as in..like i'm in two minds..i need to know why i feel like that..want to go for competition yet dun want to take part at the same time."it's prolly cos of the stress </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108920899430380624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108920899430380624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108920899430380624' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108897313389189374</id><published>2004-07-05T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T13:32:13.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> thank YOU yes. this is going to be an insulting entry. bear with it. or don't read it. the blank space is for you to consider your decision to read or not. if you do, scroll down.hmmz. just read daphy's blog and i hv to agree that the world is such a bad place.and yes. i had a really fantastic experience just now (drips with sarcasm).traded words with an irritating couple</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108897313389189374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108897313389189374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108897313389189374' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108885053519849250</id><published>2004-07-03T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T03:28:55.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> inspired training today was great.before this. i must thank ppl.haikel, thanks for listening to me grouse over msn about my probs.davis, i never imagined you'd actually listen to ppl's problems and give inspirational advice. thanks for giving me a reason to continue training for judo.alvin chan, thanks for just listening to me rant like a b**** just now during training.right. somehow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108885053519849250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108885053519849250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108885053519849250' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108876730039277981</id><published>2004-07-02T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T04:21:40.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> bye uniform day Today was bye uniform day. Nothing special?Think again. Instead of wearing uniforms, we wore home clothes.However some ppl chose not to wear.Haiz. I dun blame 403/404 for not wearing..cause they had oral today..And they din want to change into sch u frm home clothes.Oh yeah. Did I mention that viknesh and shiyan changed into pinafores before elective?Yikes can..viknesh in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108876730039277981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108876730039277981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108876730039277981' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108869343044263852</id><published>2004-07-01T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T07:50:30.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> w.h.a.t.e.v.e.r before you read this. please read it at your own expense. i'm not responsible for emotional damage whatever etc. you have been warned. read at your own risk.yes. it's just so fun to annoy ppl huh.inteprete this entry however you like, i don't actually bother NOR care.i guess it must be pretty fun to make me angry for the sake of hearing me bitch right.if i don't step on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108869343044263852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108869343044263852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108869343044263852' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108858562969718002</id><published>2004-06-30T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T02:07:15.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> sch again if this is what i will be like for the next term..i'm going to kiss my A1s goodbye.i'm practically falling asleep or stoning every lesson away.especially chinese and full humanities..it's getting harder and harder to prevent my eyelids frm drooping.well whatever larh. i'm not too happy nor too depressed about coming back sch though. and leave it as that.riight.anyway. it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108858562969718002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108858562969718002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108858562969718002' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108824295622406185</id><published>2004-06-26T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T12:40:42.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> mixed wow. as yet again, another june holidays has passed. the chemistry practical on fri was a testament to that. heh. jerry and haikel are back frm xiamen already.and frm what i hear frm jerry, china is an excellent place to be.i don't dispute that by the way.yeah. so it's like another 1 miserable day before the hols..if this was ACTUALLY holidays... end.and as usual, i'm dreading the </summary><link 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cinderella and snow white,think that prince charming is reality,think that the world is such a perfect place to live in,have never experienced the real world,never read the newspapers.sigh. obviously these ppl think that they'd meet their one true love..fall in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108804997916434025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108804997916434025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108804997916434025' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108775757197531535</id><published>2004-06-20T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T11:52:51.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  father's day  today was father's day. so what? big deal. nothing important to me.when everyone is out with their dads enjoying dinners, lunches, etc. etc, here i am at home trying my absolute hardest not to step on his toes or get mine stepped on.(i managed btw..thought i nearly died frm heart attack..:X)they say, your father is supposed to be an unwavering pillar of support.He's supposed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108775757197531535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108775757197531535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108775757197531535' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108767427264501651</id><published>2004-06-20T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T12:44:32.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> randomified i guess i must be the super super LAG person for just getting a copy..yup my own copy of harry potter bk 5, the order of the phoenix..riight. so maybe i should have read it properly the first time instead of rushing thru it in a day..but knowing me i know i wouldn't. i constantly read books like a million times over and i never get bored of them. ok i'm digressing.and i realised</summary><link 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weird dream.actually, i wonder who dreams about homework apart from me.like i had this ENORMOUS mountain of hw..and couldn't find this find that..and like there was only like 3h before sch reopened..then bloody hell my ss project went missing..then remembered </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108758308321377622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108758308321377622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108758308321377622' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108740418997182809</id><published>2004-06-16T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T09:43:09.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> some shakespeare what win I, if i gain the thing i seek?A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?Or sells eternity to get a toy?For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?how many ppl have thrown away their life just for pleasure? recently i met up with my pri sch friend..he was the intelligent type, only he did not want to study hard.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108740418997182809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108740418997182809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108740418997182809' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108733344785655230</id><published>2004-06-16T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T14:04:07.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> dreamy yesterday sure passed like a dream. especially training. it was like 20 sets of 20 of whatever-you-call-that, coupled with ten laps of that and ten laps of throwing and ten laps of minor and ten sets of ten lifting for that..wow i'm amazed at my capability for this. haha X).now just finished watching germany vs holland. wow not bad but the result was a draw 1-1. i missed czech </summary><link 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listening ear. and thanks fi for giving me another perspective regarding training. yeah. i must get on with life and not worry about trivialities. ~whee.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108727130797727531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108727130797727531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108727130797727531' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108715752596098634</id><published>2004-06-14T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T13:12:05.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> break over! finally! ONE awful homework and cca laden week has passed. maybe now i can slow down abit and complete my chinese homework in 2 weeks. haha..yes all my hw have been completed!!! inclusive of ss project but not a maths.but really i seriously have to start revision.i haven't touched my books since term ended..and i need to ensure that they dun mould and rot on me...lol.yeah wenta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108715752596098634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108715752596098634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108715752596098634' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108651837691146304</id><published>2004-06-07T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T06:15:01.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> fallacy let's just say this weekend has been a weekend of self-discovery.anyway. it's been a fun weekend. after this will go on break already.1 week of not blogging. it's hw week next week anyway.and i have a lot of it come to think of it.haha. just a reminder before i go on a rejuvenating break.frank and suhairi.. when do you want to do the ss project?jerry, frank, mark, suhairi...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108651837691146304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108651837691146304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108651837691146304' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108645112762719153</id><published>2004-06-05T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T08:58:47.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wretched Showgirlhmmz. i ripped this off steffie's bloggy..quite thought provoking.People used to tell her, "follow your heart, do what you love, it'll get you far." - And so she did. She sought for her innate passions, pursued them with the aggressiveness and conviction of an activist and ultimately did what she loved and even, infected the hearts of others. She did it and she did it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108645112762719153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108645112762719153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108645112762719153' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108633826825735212</id><published>2004-06-05T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T02:05:31.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> WHATEVER. society has a really unshakeable mindset about two people going out together.we tolerate a couple (guy and gal), and gal and gal.but what about guy and guy? even when two male best friends go out they get called homo.or at least, invite sniggers from other people.this is really food for thought because since we are ok with gals going out in pairs, why not guys? does it really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108633826825735212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108633826825735212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108633826825735212' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108605497423122816</id><published>2004-06-01T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T19:10:04.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> CRASH! really wo. yesterday was the o level mother tongue paper..and i din take it cuz i take higher chinese. (thanks for the good wishes from lisa though..) oh well. sending good luck messages to everyone like nobody's business..even though i din get any reply frm some people..but nvm it's ok...and no i'm not bitching about it..yeah after that...wanted to ask them about the paper but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108605497423122816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108605497423122816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108605497423122816' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108589907681245130</id><published>2004-05-29T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T09:19:10.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> rgs carnival wenta carnival today.. was quite fun..met frank at 11..then went carnival taking 190.. case of ling shi bao fo jiao..frank was doing CHENYULIANXI on the bus..like he din know all the zhong dian ci...gd luck sia..lolx.. when we reached rgs..then weather was crap.seriously..black clouds, strong wind, drizzle which became a downpour..yucky man..yeah then we walked in..and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108589907681245130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108589907681245130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108589907681245130' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108572132368282137</id><published>2004-05-28T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T22:15:23.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> touchy darn i'm tired. and it's been like what. half an hour of ptm.followed by haircut. which totally wrecked my hair. yeah yeah wtv.ok. so now i've gotta use intelligent means to keep my bad hair day undercontrol.if not i'll look like an idiot.ok. yeah i just realised i have a mountain of holiday homework and i still hv training to go for..horrible man.. i mean training no longer seems </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108572132368282137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108572132368282137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108572132368282137' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108547435358156905</id><published>2004-05-26T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T01:39:13.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ok. what's new? i got my results back yesterday!! ok. they were quite. actually not quite. VERY disappointing.take a look.Eng: 70 ( ok. this one was good.)HCL: 42 ( WTH? wasted time on it again)Bio: 73 ( freak!! missed A1!)Chem: 74 ( again! miss A1 by one mark again!!)Phy: 60 ( ok. was not too pleased though.. wanted at least an A2)E Maths: 87 ( ok. this one ALSO was good)A Maths: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108547435358156905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108547435358156905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108547435358156905' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108529242395914009</id><published>2004-05-22T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T23:07:03.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> nervous? somehow, although i'm getting my results 2mr, i'm not nervous at all.tense maybe, but that's only natural.it's not that i'm confident of doing well, but that perhaps i can't be bothered anymore.midyear is just preparation for the prelims, after which comes the o levels.in other words, the last mistakes i ever will have to make will be here.hope for the best.well if i screw up, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108529242395914009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108529242395914009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108529242395914009' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108525552055130057</id><published>2004-05-22T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T12:52:00.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> somewhere Somewhere by Barbara StreisandSomeday, somewhereWe’ll find a new way of livingWill find a way of forgivingSomewhere...There’s a place for usSomewhere a place for usPeace and quiet and open airWait for usSomewhereThere’s a time for usSomeday there’ll time for usTime together and time to spareTime to learn, time to careSomeday, somewhereWe’ll find a new way of living</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108525552055130057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108525552055130057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108525552055130057' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108515881326731636</id><published>2004-05-21T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T10:00:13.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> turn back time? sometimes i totally wish i could turn back time. not that i'm wallowing in self-pity or what..but really..there are so many things in my life i would have liked to change..but it's quite true that you have only one life to live.yeah. and to think that this midyear is the last midyear i ever will take in sji again.well what can i say? no one can dictate the flow of time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108515881326731636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108515881326731636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108515881326731636' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108512439574279039</id><published>2004-05-21T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T00:43:06.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> like. WTV. my goodness. today was ultra boring man.was so bored i genuinely would have purposely fell down the LT's stairs to break my neck.yup. and nathan was the I/C.did english today. soooo boring!! actually it was plmgss paper. but like who cares?so nathan gave us 1hr15min to finish the compre and summary. like that was enough like that. so jerry advised us to heck care the thing. so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108512439574279039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108512439574279039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108512439574279039' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108503298031028114</id><published>2004-05-19T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T23:03:00.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> powerplay! the exams are over!! i took my final paper today.yep and it was higher chinese.. the last of the last paperswenta sch today at 10.30 today..cuz the paper was after the lit paper as well as at the same time as the intensive people.apps the intensive is only for express people. nah i wun suan them.cuz i noe the torture they wreaked on the higher when they suaned us last year.must</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108503298031028114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108503298031028114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108503298031028114' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108493895198977138</id><published>2004-05-18T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T20:55:51.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Russia VS USA yup. that's what things are like in my house now. i'm USA and that man is USSR.it's official. the cold war has started. and my mum and bro are being dragged into this as well.gah. wHATEva. i've no energy left to criticise that fat old bastard.on a lighter note, i've ALMOST finished my exams!! haha. 2mr is higher chinese.today was bio. cool i love that paper.it was tricky </summary><link 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with rerevision of bio and starting to revise higher chinese.strangely, i feel kinda calm and collected for this midyear.well i hope this is a good thing cause at least i'm not flustered?ok. enough about revision. so boring.did anyone read the new paper on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108470080318584400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108470080318584400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108470080318584400' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108451553976818567</id><published>2004-05-13T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T23:18:59.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> comments anyone know why LaToya was booted from the competition?i shud think it's very obvious. blantant racism as usual.and this is not the 1st time it happened! the last time it was jennifer hudson when it should have been john stevens.and this week again when it should have been  JASMINE TRIAS .strangely are americans deaf or have a tin ear?because jasmine was awful. she BUTCHERED the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108451553976818567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108451553976818567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108451553976818567' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108428044779387907</id><published>2004-05-11T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T06:00:47.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> steampoint for god's sake, WILL YOU KEEP OUT OF MY DAMN LIFE?the you referring to my f-ther.it's a vulgarity to me. for god's damn sake, SHUT THE FUCK UP when you dun understand what i'm going through.sch life to you was screwing girls, fucking your results, having fun, etc.BUT FOR ME, it's NOT ok.tell me not to rush around is one of the most STUPID things you can ever tell me to do.you</summary><link 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couldn't fulfill his promise to his girlfren..er..her name was..er...yes..it was shuyin..the promise was that he would never again cause her harm and never leave her again blar blar blar..apparently he got shot on the day of his wedding..then he never turned up for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108403962050262857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108403962050262857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108403962050262857' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108393072179021699</id><published>2004-05-08T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T04:56:29.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> innocently 15 am i supposed to say that? especially when i'm not innocent..hahawell. whatever larh.basically i'm being targetted next. *LIKE heLLo?* and * like DUURRH *it's kinda funny to hear your catchphrases being heard..but i'm used to it.* LIKE heLLo? * people, please grow up. i'm much younger than you all and yet you all are imitating A FIFTEEN YEAR OLD people...haiya. whatever larh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108393072179021699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108393072179021699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108393072179021699' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108383017319014527</id><published>2004-05-07T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T01:00:38.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> mid year...! oh no. i figure if i go study with khairi..he'll drag me to jason and daphy..which would SOO obviously cause an electrified tension. it was rather apparent yesterday...they were like..quietly quiet...haha..it was kinda funny..yup then went home from esplanade from taka macs..apps daphy stays in tampines. jason stays in bishan.so that's what you would call erm..  worlds apart?</summary><link 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mrt..then wenta marina square to eat brunch..passed by citylink mall..suhairi was a little hooked on the coffee smell..then after that found ourselves outside in the hot sunshine..then walked around a bit..found the BK at last.we were trying to be damn bad to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108343520597366332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108343520597366332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108343520597366332' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108325119037997261</id><published>2004-04-30T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T08:10:47.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> fragility two weeks have passed since the nicoll highway collapse.apparently there was another collapse at the ayer rajah area today.total casualties from both incidents.. 6 people..although it was so sudden..i can't help feeling sad for these people.alive one day, crushed in another..maybe my diction is a little wrong, but..still. it drives home to fact that life is fragile. and also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108325119037997261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108325119037997261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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to revamp the primary school streaming exercise.i was like. thank goodness. my bro is in P4 this year..and NOT very academically inclined..so i'm worried.with this news..at least i can relax a breath.at least he has a choice as to which one he's better at.-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108283135318538485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108283135318538485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108283135318538485' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108271456845364171</id><published>2004-04-24T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T03:06:57.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> sports day disgusting. sports day was a total waste of time..especially when i could have stayed home and studied more..and finish up my homework. oh well. you can 't have your cake and eat it. so went for the sports day thingie. wearing the super awful marcian house t-shirt.looking like a christmas tree as well. so ugly. yup. then ended up stoning there like nobody's business..zonghao was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108271456845364171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108271456845364171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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MY. GOD. ( can imagine what brother michael would say: now boy, do not use the name of the lord in vain..).wenta esplanade ( durian shells, compound eyes )to study today. i love the atmosphere at the esplanade..it's very quiet.. and peaceful..and serene.very conducive to study there coz it has all the commoditees in the house but no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108255582654650402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108255582654650402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108255582654650402' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108238631312288380</id><published>2004-04-20T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T07:55:55.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> SHOUTOUTS!! fi: i have no idea about what's going on, but i hope you'll be able to rediscover old friendships, and rekindle them. and please smile always..it won't do to worry too much. (Xhaikel: i hope you'll recover soon..cause seeing you so lethargic is so different from the confident and vibrant haikel i know.khairi: it's tough going through a breakup, but you've got to hv the guts to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108238631312288380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108238631312288380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108238631312288380' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108222896422069287</id><published>2004-04-17T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T12:13:25.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all by myselfWhen I was youngI never needed anyoneAnd making love was just for funThose days are goneLivin' aloneI think of all the friends I've knownWhen I dial the telephoneNobody's homeAll by myselfDon't wanna beAll by myselfAnymoreHard to be sureSometimes I feel so insecureAnd loves so distant and obscureRemains the cureAll by myselfDon't wanna beAll by myselfAnymore</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108222896422069287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108222896422069287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108222896422069287' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108210414130327048</id><published>2004-04-17T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T01:32:59.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> abstractly floaty thoughts ok. i've been SO bitchy the last whole week. ok. yeah.  I'M VERY VERY SORRY!!of course, i could attribute it to a few factors such as stress, not enough sleep etc. but no way. i chose to be bitchy about it so let's leave it at that.for a friday, the only bright spark of the day was elective humanities.miss matthews is really soo cool and sarcastic.the rest were</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108210414130327048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108210414130327048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108210414130327048' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108213622626206906</id><published>2004-04-16T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T10:27:45.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> memories left behind i rmb wong wah lee once said that you make your best friends in sec 2, and after doing a little inference + snooping + reading some blogs, i realised that this is mostly true.apparently, the class from 2002 who had the best class spirit was 2e10. and i've gotta say i'm envious of them.true, in 2e2 i made my share or friends (and enemies), but still i feel like the class</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108213622626206906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108213622626206906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108213622626206906' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-10819332272210806</id><published>2004-04-15T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T02:04:23.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hot and botheredterrible weather. it's boiling hot and i'm glad i haven't been reduced to a pile of melted matter.oh today was soo hot and and had lessons summore.talk about the irony.lolx.then the teachers had a whole air conditioned staff room. lucky themand jerry oso . wenta library to like enjoy his free period.which incidentally is mother tongue.anyway. i dun think i'll be blogging </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/10819332272210806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/10819332272210806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#10819332272210806' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108185537338467772</id><published>2004-04-14T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T04:27:14.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> 5 days of hol over liao oh no. 5 days of holiday ( actually 4 ) have passed so quickly..2mr is going back to school time liao.Before I say anything else, must say:HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRANK!Yeah. Today was erm. Our resident 12 year old’s birthday. Apparently he’s now 16. or shud I say 13. lolxSo suhairi, haiks, the burfday boy, and me went out. As usual, I was late. (what’s new?)BUT, I had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108185537338467772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108185537338467772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108185537338467772' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108179036601973501</id><published>2004-04-12T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T10:23:19.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stonedmy goodness. i have been sitting at the computer for the last 6 hours. no wonder i'm so tired.been typing a large pile of documents for my family. at least it keeps my fingers active.and the best thing is, i still have another pile waiting 2mr. i'm going to get banged.yeah.so today was founder's day. so boring. did the typical stuff, cheered for prize winners, din stay back for relay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108179036601973501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108179036601973501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108179036601973501' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108160621650144978</id><published>2004-04-11T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T05:31:17.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> unsettled goodness. tomorrow's the kyu grade already and i'm feeling so unsettled. kah sing was so nervous about it. i dunno why too. must be because he wants desperately to win a medal.for me, a medal is not that important. what's important is that i know i've put in my best.therefore, if i put in my best for every match i play, the result is not important.winning or losing doesn't matter</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108160621650144978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108160621650144978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108160621650144978' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108153180312101603</id><published>2004-04-10T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T07:34:18.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> fragile facades a million tears i've cried.. wishing, waiting, dreaming. for something which will never be. hopes, dreams, aspirations. wiped away with a single swipe. tell me, was i wrong? hoping against hope, wishing against time, dreaming against destiny. all will be washed away in the vast oceans of time.inspiration from zb's blog..which nearly made me cry AGAIN.this about sums up the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108153180312101603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108153180312101603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108153180312101603' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108133367692453853</id><published>2004-04-07T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T03:31:43.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> halfdeath argh. i seriously think i'm heading right for a breakdown. been moodswinging kinda rapidly. and the best thing is that, it seems like every1 thinks it's like normal. haiz. and i moodswinged alex today. whatever alex, dun EVER do stupid things. you already called yourself competent already, and what next? incompetent behaviour such as bringing my dic all the way to the canteen to me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108133367692453853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108133367692453853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108133367692453853' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108115708314231423</id><published>2004-04-06T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T02:28:26.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> if truth be told it's been a quiet journey home from school today. as usual, haikel and suhairi took off and frank had maths olympiad. yeah. so i left school with zippy. normally, i wouldn't have done so, but today was just lucky. oh well. so i complained to zippy about being alone on the bus blah blah blah..then realised that we in fact had the same problem. at least in sec 1 sec 2. taking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108115708314231423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108115708314231423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108115708314231423' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108083177216661569</id><published>2004-04-02T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T07:06:30.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> sexy (not) naughty (not) bitchy (def.) me yes. i totally agree with that description. i ain't sexy, i ain't naughty but i'm super bitchy. darn. just dunno why i feel my day is totally spoilt when kwangster the monster(ahem) the gangsta(wtv) comes to class. he is sooo totally LAme, spas and retarded.just like today. he was like. why are you doing your maths? while we were like waiting forever</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108083177216661569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108083177216661569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108083177216661569' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-108073536103242187</id><published>2004-04-01T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T04:19:38.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> where do I put my priorities? haiz. I’m totally confused now. It’s just like when you feel everything is important, but you actually know that you have to sort them out. Just in a dilemma. I need to sort out my priorities..like half the whole world has been telling me to do so. Yup. And plus, I’m in no mood to study. Good thing is, 2mr is 1st April, and that’s the time for a new beginning. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108073536103242187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247314/posts/default/108073536103242187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assumptionz.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108073536103242187' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09095778343557948708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247314.post-10805632921300570</id><published>2004-03-30T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T04:31:46.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> licensed to bitch yep. It’s a clear change from the me on fri. I was having so much fun at haikel’s birthday party.. I mean, we were all having fun singing in the ktv.. then haikel was so happy.. I hoped the euphoria would last till today. Looks like I was totally wrong..today was totally disgusting. 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