<?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-8480418566989296011</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:19:28.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hullo. :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-9149026617336219953</id><published>2010-08-13T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T23:58:06.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI CLAR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/TGVpv8JNY9I/AAAAAAAAAL8/L2X49aX3G4o/s1600/brilliant-buy-ipod-earphones--black-green-pink-colours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/TGVpv8JNY9I/AAAAAAAAAL8/L2X49aX3G4o/s320/brilliant-buy-ipod-earphones--black-green-pink-colours.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504922391849821138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enter Nostalgia.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HI CLAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i haven't updated since a few weeks ago. There's so much shit to talk about and to worry about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EOYS are coming, and my lit test is shitty like really screwed up. My ARC was surprisingly not as good as i thought it would be ( i secretly thought it would tie with Charlene's group :p) i think SOME group members shld prepared more la. They couldn't pronounce some words and were reading off the script and all that crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a  true  story that Ng S00 NeE told o3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G4 girls talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NSN: Excuse me, please stop talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;girls&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yaddahyaddahyaddah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NSN: Ok look. SHUT UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;girls: You can't, like, tell us to shut up.You're not allowed to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NSN: Shut up, i didn't ask for your opinion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;girls: But-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NSN: SHUTUP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA i think its damn funny. wish i was there though. MY CALCULATOR IS MISSING. and i really dont like the year 2s, esp. kristina. she seems damn freaking annoying, like a plastic from Mean Girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope i can direct Ellipsis well. i forgot we were still being assessed and was half sleeping today cos i was so tired when tobinnn came along. Shytttt. which reminds me, i have accepted that i'm going to indonesia, still a little disappointed though. but i've accepted it more or less so i won't whine as much. ahhh i hate myself for getting that screwed up score, i wish i had a clearer of idea and i think it's partly NSN's fault for skipping so many damn sections of the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well if i get at least 54%, i'll be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here're my goals for this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: MarkerFelt-Thin; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit          54%&lt;br /&gt;Maths    58%&lt;br /&gt;Bio          64.5%&lt;br /&gt;Chi          65%&lt;br /&gt;Chem       67%&lt;br /&gt;ARC         78%&lt;br /&gt;Theatre    80%&lt;br /&gt;IHSS        84%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:MarkerFelt-Thin, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:MarkerFelt-Thin, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:MarkerFelt-Thin, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:MarkerFelt-Thin, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:MarkerFelt-Thin, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;I REALLY NEED TO GET THESE MARKSSSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:MarkerFelt-Thin, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:MarkerFelt-Thin, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:MarkerFelt-Thin, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:MarkerFelt-Thin, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;Okay, til next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:MarkerFelt-Thin, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;XOXO CLAR-WHOOPS! i meant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:MarkerFelt-Thin, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:MarkerFelt-Thin, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:MarkerFelt-Thin, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:MarkerFelt-Thin, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;, ryurn :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-9149026617336219953?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/9149026617336219953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=9149026617336219953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/9149026617336219953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/9149026617336219953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2010/08/hi-clar.html' title='HI CLAR.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/TGVpv8JNY9I/AAAAAAAAAL8/L2X49aX3G4o/s72-c/brilliant-buy-ipod-earphones--black-green-pink-colours.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-8308665535887214907</id><published>2010-07-23T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T00:21:16.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOG DOG DOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/TEhvwxQUTdI/AAAAAAAAAL0/S8TsuYBDa1M/s1600/34353_417867108465_667963465_4468385_6412785_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/TEhvwxQUTdI/AAAAAAAAAL0/S8TsuYBDa1M/s320/34353_417867108465_667963465_4468385_6412785_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496766228851871186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the picture above looks really sweet to me. a dog in the warm embrace of a human owner/master and friend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes i don't understand my parents, esp. my mom. she doesn't understand the very pain of going through life with people like viraj and my brother making it hell for me; i have to endure both when i'm at home AND when i'm at school. i think it sucks, and i thought maybe a dog would help ease the burden. my parents are strange. Do they not understand the mind of a teenager?! its like they have a fixed mentality that all teens can cope themselves and that they, as parents should just stand by and watch as their sweet angels grow up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a dog. maybe more want than need but whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It can help me cope with nicholas. like, being there for me whenever i come home and am in really no mood to tolerate nicholas' crap, or if i'm sick at viraj's anti-ryan actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish they could see it from my view. sure, i know, it'll be tough, but for a canine best friend, i really won't mind having one. i don't want to grow up having no support from home and havin to resort to school and church friends to help ease the discomfort i feel with my family, esp. my brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want a dog,  a canine bestie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still hoping, wishing and wanting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-8308665535887214907?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8308665535887214907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=8308665535887214907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8308665535887214907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8308665535887214907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2010/07/dog-dog-dog.html' title='DOG DOG DOG'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/TEhvwxQUTdI/AAAAAAAAAL0/S8TsuYBDa1M/s72-c/34353_417867108465_667963465_4468385_6412785_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-62050436477105947</id><published>2010-06-27T13:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T14:06:47.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother</title><content type='html'>I know he'll never read this, and i'm perfectly fine with that. no one reads this blog, prolly. cos it's been dead so long. haha. so i guess its safe to express my feelings here with no fear of anyone reading it except me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Joel (Kam),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi dude. it's been 2 years since we met, and compared with other other people's friendships, 2 years is nothing. It might be short, but within this short time, i've come to know you (Through YD), and i really admire, and love you. You're a really nice guy, with a Christ-oriented heart, mind and soul, and that's one of the many cool things about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never seen you get angry, contrare, you're always neutral or grinning, and your grin makes the girls go crazy, haha:) i really hope you stay in Zion, 'cos you're one of my closest friends here, and i really regard you as my brother, like, really. Sometimes, i really covet your brother, cos he has such an amazing brother, and i don't. I don't have a brother who loves me, cares for me, or acts as a figure of respect in my life. that's the thing that i covet. a brother who i can love. I know God will say that it's wrong, and that my brother was placed in my life for a reason. But, Joel, mann, you're one of the 2 people in my life who i really really treat as my brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry that i sometimes crack dumb jokes, or sick ones for that matter, but i hope that you come to understand, that i only do that with people who are really close to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i'm a coward, i can't tell you this 'cos i'm afraid people will regard this as homosexual, and also 'cos i can't say it. so i'm typing this all down, and i pray that we grow in friendship, and that we walk closer to God as the years go by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're such a great person bro. See you around :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In his love, Ryan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-62050436477105947?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/62050436477105947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=62050436477105947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/62050436477105947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/62050436477105947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2010/06/brother.html' title='Brother'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-6249735598399765822</id><published>2010-06-27T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T13:50:46.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, hello.</title><content type='html'>hahahaha i haven't been on this since december 2009! wow&lt;div&gt;i'm just here, actually, to post crap about the hols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few good things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Church camp was incredibly good:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Had YF anniversary and CVP BBQ yesterday. wish i stayed longer for YF though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)Did filming for some friends. really tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I didn't do all my homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)I havet started rehearsing lit powerpoint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I dont know maths. like, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year sucks, and i can pretty much forget getting a scholarship. I created a tumblr actually, but i'm quite content with posting on this. Tumblr was prolly the unloading of my vulgar and disgusting inner thoughts , that i pray for God to forgive me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray also, for my friends, who haven't learnt your word. but i guess, in due time, they will come to know you. i'm gonna post a second post after this, cos its important to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Ryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-6249735598399765822?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/6249735598399765822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=6249735598399765822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/6249735598399765822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/6249735598399765822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2010/06/well-hello.html' title='Well, hello.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-8919206786731171923</id><published>2009-12-22T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T21:53:23.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YF CAMP</title><content type='html'>Hahahahahaha i'm back! after like, 2 months of rotting. Sheeeeesh. well. one significant event this month= YF CAMP. It was awesurrrm. The theme was "Take Up" (the cross), and they talked about discipleship, the laws of the flesh vs the laws of the spirit; about how it is not us that is evil, but is sin that is making us do those crap. Well more or less, i'm not very good with words.&lt;div&gt;my group was "Coffee Bean". Still don't get how they formed the group names. I mean, i thought they would be linked to the theme and such. like yf camp 2008 was MY IDENTITY IN CHRIST, and about heroes, and their grp names were names of superheroes ad villains. this year? TAKE UP!! is somehow linked with Coffee Bean, Ki Mo Chi, starbucks and a gazillion other groups i've never heard of. haha. not being critical, just  a little inquisitive ;) hahaha. made new friends:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shaun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Samantha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nicklaus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reuben&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brandon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, they were pretty nice :)  i'm happy i went for yf camp. I wanna go for the next one next year. WOOHOO. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s. I lost my shoe bag in church; dont care, I AM GONNA GET IT BACK. hound the office for the security cameras and everything. I'm NOT going to lose another item in this place mann. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Its a bit like the church is chasing me out. mann.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sigh. i hope not.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well on a lighter note, Christmas is this friday! :D bought all necessary gifts today. got new shoes. Planning on doing some name-cards for Xmas haha.hope theyll like it. my dad just told me not to be so thrifty. i just bought some converse shoes with my birthday money. :( i dont geddit, its my bday money... so whats the big deal? ive heard of girls with over 40 pairs. Yeah thats right. thats 10 X 4. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well. Greg is coming back to see some people. hoping to bump into him haha. We had an interesting Facebook email convo haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i'm gonna try and put up with my brother. i can't let what i've learnt in camp all go down the drain. have to restrain myself, not let anger blind me and fuel hasty decisions. Sometimes, its not easy having a brother with a disorder. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well, i guess thats it for now. hope  i can continue blogging, and letting this blog get older and older etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;man, what a dumb ending to this entry. Heh. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-8919206786731171923?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8919206786731171923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=8919206786731171923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8919206786731171923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8919206786731171923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/12/yf-camp.html' title='YF CAMP'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-321379570057383011</id><published>2009-11-02T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:46:15.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh gosh i'm finally back. i dont even know why i'm back anyway. i was bored and i didn't feel like learning how to wash dishes from dad. want to go bird park with sarah and fayth. go wild wild wild wet with daniel and sam, and go to russ's house/have him come over for a sleepover. 'Cos, i gotta study to prepare for the new year; been slacking too much this year. need to buck up, cos year 3 gets really strenuous.  Reading "Going Postal" by Terry Pratchett. Moms nagging at me to go read Times magazines and Readers Digests Mags. I'll post a random picture here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/Su6N5J_U6vI/AAAAAAAAALs/SpKF_Eg591M/s1600-h/p_2656309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/Su6N5J_U6vI/AAAAAAAAALs/SpKF_Eg591M/s320/p_2656309.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399409016337394418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feels meaningful. Oh, i have a crush on someone. am hoping it will disappear soon . its getting too distracting. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The shadow proves the sunlight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;got it off Shammah's Facebook info page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-321379570057383011?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/321379570057383011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=321379570057383011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/321379570057383011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/321379570057383011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/11/back.html' title='Back.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/Su6N5J_U6vI/AAAAAAAAALs/SpKF_Eg591M/s72-c/p_2656309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-3803932072112315850</id><published>2009-09-05T13:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T13:36:08.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi. I know i haven't been blogging for a while now, so mayb-&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh what the heck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got out ihss stuff back yesterday. I expected my group to pass, as in scrape pass. But we failed. Failed Miserably. I was actually shocked that we got such a crap score. 7. we got 7. upon 20. Yeah. And the thing is, every other group except Viraj's group were Astounded. We all wanted a retest; Peggy offered one. Then later on in the night, got a text from celeste saying no retake. What. The, HEck. I mean, our hopes were really high, cos this took up a huge portion of our grade. 20%. I was the only one in my group that passed the essay. i scraped it. 11/20. Celeste lost to me, surprisingly. Sam Beat me. wow. never expected that. 13/20. Not The Best but certainly better than 11. sigh. Peggy didn't even know about the percentage. She. didnt. know. Maybe her being a new teacher and all could be why, but still, she's a teacher. She kinda should have known. Sigh. Sometimes i feel sorry for her, cos i can feel she's trying to make us like her. But so far... Uh uh. Not really working. I'm fine with her now; but i feel she's got some issues she's gotta work out. and some stuff she has to know. Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. No use crying over spilt work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SqH4ktXj93I/AAAAAAAAALk/mnPYwUVmr2s/s1600-h/stressed.man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SqH4ktXj93I/AAAAAAAAALk/mnPYwUVmr2s/s320/stressed.man.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377852739594483570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  not that sad. Just a bit bothered. Ah well. guess we have to pull our act together for the final exam.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-3803932072112315850?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/3803932072112315850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=3803932072112315850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/3803932072112315850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/3803932072112315850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/09/kill.html' title='Kill'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SqH4ktXj93I/AAAAAAAAALk/mnPYwUVmr2s/s72-c/stressed.man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-1105087333868589316</id><published>2009-08-03T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:07:11.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laws of School</title><content type='html'>1) Students are not allowed to take the lift unless given permission by teachers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. Seriously, who gives a crap about ths rule? oh look, scenario 1, just finished PE, omg i'm so tired... i have an idea, lets take the lift! No we can't cos we're not allowed to! You're right! i shall not take the lift as not taking it would dehydrate me and cause me to faint and roll down the stairs and let me learn a valuable lesson of life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok that was pretty dumb but still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Teacher who just reads from worksheets and not teach the class what they really NEEd to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please. i can do that too. the school can hire me too and pay me a few 5 thousand bucks for doing just that. please. if you're gonna read from a script, go join the theatre district. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Teacher who's just being a dick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only know of one teacher who's been a real dick, like, uses vulgarities and only thinks of wanting to go home and not stay in school. Getalife dude... he's also been late for one whole period... dumbbbbb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-1105087333868589316?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1105087333868589316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=1105087333868589316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/1105087333868589316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/1105087333868589316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/08/laws-of-school.html' title='Laws of School'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-2752327432705992365</id><published>2009-07-31T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:58:42.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes.</title><content type='html'>I spent a reasonable amount of time before deciding to write this post. Ok. It's about Church. I haven't gone in a month. cos. well, frankly, i don't feel the love anymore there when i go there. it's like i go there just for the sake of killing time, worshipping god and just zoning out cos i dont have ALOT of friends there. And i feel really pathetic worshipping with people whose lives wouldn't be different, whether i go there or not. I tried go tomorrow, but i realised i had a family reunion-BBQ and i cant go. Might as well go next week. I just realized i miss them quite a bit. And i don't think everybody misses me at all. Well, a couple. But that's it. I'm like, struggling between decisions to go or not. YF shouldn't be just about friends. But i think that's one of the factors that might enhance people regularly attending YF. That ain't working for me. I'll go next week and see if anything has changed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope i'm not being self-centred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-2752327432705992365?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2752327432705992365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=2752327432705992365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2752327432705992365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2752327432705992365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes.html' title='Yes.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-6377405505755019623</id><published>2009-07-04T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:06:29.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of War.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;dt&gt;"You may not be interested in war, but war is interested in you."&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;- Leon Trotsky (1879-1940)&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night, i had this dream about War..&lt;div&gt;See, i was in this place, celebrating my birthday, and then suddenly, this creature swooped in and started incinerating buildings with flamethrowers and everything. I think it was a war-robot-phoneix. Then like, the army was sent in and then i saw bombs flying everywhere and exploding against the phoneix's force field. Then i was running to the shopping centre, Junction 8. Then BOOM! Another robot came out from the ground, the hands rotating, shooting missiles. Cannons came out from the back and started shooting. So we ran to the MRT, and we actually got safe there. And we had to stay there for hours. And i had to pee. Then suddenly, we had to become recruits for the army. So i went out and peed and went to get a snack at some shop. Then when i came back, the general had transformed into a monitor lizard, and we rushed to the battleplace. Kept hearing the phoneix screech. Then  POOF. I woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-6377405505755019623?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/6377405505755019623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=6377405505755019623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/6377405505755019623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/6377405505755019623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/07/dreaming-of-war.html' title='Dreaming of War.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-4465509129739106551</id><published>2009-07-02T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:02:29.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd July 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Many a man's reputation would not know his character if they met on the street."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;- Elbert Hubbard (1856-1915)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I've been changing. Really. Not like, clothes or anything, just on the inside. i get angry and annoyed easily and whenever someone annoys me or does some stupid thing, i get real irritated and talk back to them sarcastically. This is bad, i know. but i can't help it. Like when my sister asks me to make her bed for her, i get real annoyed cos i'm doing my stuff and she doesn't want to do it. then my mom would come in and tell me stuff and i get angry and i might talk back lah. yes. well. i hope this thing wears off. "remedies" like counting to 10, or taking a deep breath wouldn't work anymore; i'll stay really annoyed until i've had my say or something. I guess i better change the topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Something funny today: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;today during IHSS, in the lecture theatre, Enoch, as usual, wanted to sit alone. No wait, i meant with his "friends". (Drawings from his comics) So when the substitute teacher told fazira and zunnur and venetta to sit beside him, we all told him cannot, cos  * "Mr Skeets" was there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;*Imaginary friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Then he replied with a, "NO! Mr Skeets isn't here today; now it's just scarecrow and mad hatter! LOL We started laughing like mad. Then, we played along with him; like, we asked the chair, containing the seemingly invisible "Scarecrow" to leave, then we said "Thanks" and said "Bye!" to the door, where we thought scarecrow was. Then we laughed like crazy. And Enoch got mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;As usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Ha. We're kinda mean. Haiz. Sad leh. Huh. Better do my BMA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-4465509129739106551?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4465509129739106551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=4465509129739106551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/4465509129739106551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/4465509129739106551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/07/2nd-july-2009.html' title='2nd July 2009'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-2122046222550399344</id><published>2009-07-02T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:58:44.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;dt&gt;"The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work."&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;- Emile Zola (1840-1902)&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeez. It's the 4th day of school, as of term 3. today was good; school ended early, for once. Just slacking now... but i've been feeling pretty guilty 'cos i haven't started studying yet. I'm not in study-mode yet, but i better start soon. And shite... got a theatre assignment coming up and i had no idea what Mr Sam said about it... it was kinda contradictory... say something now, then change later... Sheesh. gotta get it done by end of next week. Start this weekend, i guess. We're doing on Marie Antoi-whatever. the story's kinda interesting, but i'm sidetracking, cos i still don't get what we're supposed to be learning. haiz, wait till Mr Ng comes back, then ask him. WHICH REMINDS ME. STOOOOPID BMA. I thought everyone forgot about it.. now i have to do it. and i don't feel like. AAAArgh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we're doing dissecting tomorrow, during life science, i think. Some sheep's heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shishe... gonna reflect on what i'm gonna do about some of the stoopid crap of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-2122046222550399344?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2122046222550399344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=2122046222550399344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2122046222550399344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2122046222550399344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/07/artist-is-nothing-without-gift-but-gift.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-6038954289858171371</id><published>2009-06-29T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:46:24.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;"The secret of success is to know something nobody else knows."&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;- Aristotle Onassis (1906-1975)&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;School today was nice. Theatre wasn't as fun as i thought it would be.  I mean, can we just get off this subject of friggin together together? ITS OVER, FINITO, NO MORE!!! Let's start on something new!! (We're gonna do a musical on "Oh, What a Wonderful War". It's quite interesting-hope my stuttering clears before the auditions mannn.. &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Today's ihss lesson was fine, but we had mr derek as our teacher. Didn't feel like looking at him much cos about the nightmare thing. i guess i'll get over it soon.. &lt;hopefully&gt; OH man... he knows about Amelia's and my BMA... &lt;was&gt; Other than that, the lesson was good. Ha.. he's funny. He's got a set of rules that are kinda.. uh... hmm. Yeah, the word for it would be "hmm".&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;1. Don't piss people off.&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;2. If you wanna eat, tell him first.&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;3. CANOT DRAW ON INSIDE OF PAPER OR IF NOT YOU WILL NEED TO COPY IT OUT!!! &lt;nooooooo..i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;4. Don't use phone in class. Or not he will confiscate for 24 hours and read our smses. I better put a lock on all my files. no wait. i dunno how to. hmm.&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;5. Do BMA.&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;6. Hand up files on time or not &lt;see&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Wah. kinda strict. and not at the same time. hmm. i'll see how i do in class then.&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;That's all, i guess. hmm. I guess i'll go now and go read a book. C ya'll :)&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-6038954289858171371?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/6038954289858171371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=6038954289858171371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/6038954289858171371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/6038954289858171371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/06/school.html' title='School.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-7204050905224693450</id><published>2009-06-28T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:33:24.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29 June 2009. The last day of the 2009 June Holidays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;- Ian L. Fleming (1908-1964)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I'm ready for school now. :) Bring it on. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Just need to pack my bag, get my pencil case, file up some stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-7204050905224693450?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/7204050905224693450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=7204050905224693450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/7204050905224693450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/7204050905224693450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/06/29-june-2009-last-day-of-2009-june.html' title='29 June 2009. The last day of the 2009 June Holidays.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-4551974222780119222</id><published>2009-06-27T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:23:44.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 June 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;- Martin Luther King Jr. (1929-1968)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I think i'll start posting random famous quotes from famous people on my posts, starting from today. Huh. So MJ just died. I guess it was sad but for some reason, i didn't really like him much. He kinda weirded me out. And i really want to watch transformers 2, but school's starting in 2 days and today is the last day i can sleep peacefully with put waking up at 6am. I can't believe June is ending so fast. IN term 3 , i really have to start working harder; no slacking or i'll end up retaining or being expelled. This is evidence that i'll strive to work harder. anyway. There's late night tea now with my family; bye. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-4551974222780119222?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4551974222780119222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=4551974222780119222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/4551974222780119222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/4551974222780119222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/06/27-june-2009.html' title='27 June 2009'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-313249962133542585</id><published>2009-06-19T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:03:46.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I dunno why i;m even blogging now.  Even as i'm typing this down, i'm thinking of how incredibly ridiculous this is... maybe its in the hopes that one day, my blog will be famous.  :] Sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tomorrow is YF anniversary. :) Haven't gone for YF in 3 weeks already mannnnn. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What other stuff shall i blog about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Oh  yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'M NOT COMPLETED WITH MY STOOPID HOMEWORK YET MAN.  &gt;:()   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Argh, so mad with myself and with the maths department for making the last quiz so Friggin HARD!!! Better do some maths soon lah.  School's in one week's time. Sigh. H1N1, please let us get an extra week of holiday. I need it badly.... (I'm not prepared to see the clock's hands on 6.00 in the morning.... )  Oh and chinese. Shite...  Argh Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Oh and i have a couple more weird dreams added to my collection. Let's see... hmm.. ah yes. This one was when i was in KL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Dream 1) I had graduated from SOTA and University and worked in a theatre company that made plays for teens my age. And i was doing this performance that involved incorporating Sesame Street with physics. I remember dancing around with a puppet on my hand but i had no recollection of ever saying anything about physics. Well anyway. Woke up after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Dream 2) This one was more of  a nightmare. G4, as in, the class, was back in SAJS, and we were in my P4 classroom, and Mr Derek was our teacher, and i was being this brat; standing up and talking to a lot of people and not listening... then he shouted at me and i got this huge shock... ok let's skip this part... getting a bit of the creeps... remembering that scene... well anyway... then i had to go to this prison to haul sacks here and there cos i didn't finish my homework in time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Dream 3) russ and i were at SOTA going for this hike at ECP and for some reason, we had to go through SOTA. Looked up, saw Denise at 5th level. Then continued. and russ turned into Joel KAm unknowingly... and we cut through this hawker centre (!??!?) and stopped at a pavilion cos we were lost and it was already dark out. And then all he did was take out his homework to do instead of worrying... and i was panicking until i woke up. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Oh, and about that nightmare thing; i posted that on FB as my status, and he commented on it, asking if that person was my FB friend. I was humming this tune, and it got cut off when i saw the notification that he had commented on it (thought he was psychic or something) so i had to lie and say nope. :(   shouldn't lie.. but i was really surprised. ah well. i hope Cara won't see this. She'll probably tell him or something. Hmmph. Like last time, when i wrote that typo. &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ah well. OK, should do maths soon. Adios! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P.s. Watching Drag me to hell tomorrow :) i think it's kinda scary. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-313249962133542585?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/313249962133542585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=313249962133542585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/313249962133542585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/313249962133542585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dunno-why-im-even-blogging-now.html' title='&lt;Insert title here&gt;'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-1499949484469499869</id><published>2009-06-01T11:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:37:27.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wah... okay this will be one of the random times that i'll make an entry that will make sense. &lt;div&gt;PHEW! Together together ended yesterday, as a performance organized by Esplanade Flipside! We did that performance yesterday, and the 2 days before yesterday too, and it was really cool, cos we had our own dressing room with those booths that have those lights around it! :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the performances went really well too; well, that's just my opinion, but we, or i at least, kept sweating buckets, cos of the double-layered costume! SO HOT! haha, but it was pretty interesting... ;]...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But some crap also happened, which i won't go into details... but i seriously felt really strongly against and i think that the people who violated the others' sense of privacy ought to hit in the nuts... shishe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A funny thing that happened was that Romit refused to change with us, as in in the guys' toilet and everything; he always wanted to use the cubicle or the handicapped toilet.. haha, aiyah.. just can't understand him sometimes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on the last day, we tried to trick him, Krish and I used both cubicles and someone else used the handicapped toilet.... but for some strange reason, Romit didn't appear ANYWHERE , but when we returned to the changing room, he was already there, CHANGED. yeah... we kinda suspect he used the girl's toilet, cos the girls didn't change there... (they changed in the dressing room itself).. sheesh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here are some photos anyway.. :] Cheers :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SiNMxqhtLHI/AAAAAAAAALc/l86wzg4DoDw/s1600-h/DSC01980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SiNMxqhtLHI/AAAAAAAAALc/l86wzg4DoDw/s320/DSC01980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342197999104502898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SiNMxWwduEI/AAAAAAAAALU/yVy8awC4v9E/s1600-h/DSC01978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SiNMkdusnFI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7tSPiXaZa2g/s320/DSC01959.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342197772331031634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SiNMkBqSVzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/PTYeC9gHg3w/s1600-h/DSC01958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SiNMkBqSVzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/PTYeC9gHg3w/s320/DSC01958.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342197764796340018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-1499949484469499869?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1499949484469499869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=1499949484469499869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/1499949484469499869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/1499949484469499869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/06/together-together.html' title='Together Together'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SiNMxqhtLHI/AAAAAAAAALc/l86wzg4DoDw/s72-c/DSC01980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-5961078260598325529</id><published>2009-05-24T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:19:57.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/ShlHSbhRlyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/D1YSvqQq-Gk/s1600-h/facebook-logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/ShlHSbhRlyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/D1YSvqQq-Gk/s320/facebook-logo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339377215174973218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exodus 20:2-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fourth commandment states that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;"You shall not make for yourself an idol, whether in the form of anything that is in heaven above, or that is on the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When you hear the word "idol", probably, instinctively, you might think about american idol or... some golden statue situated in some shrine or something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;However, an idol, i learnt, is something, like an object or possibly a person (american idol) that you spend more time focusing more on, other than God. And by doing so, we're actually disobeying God. We are sinful people, but i guess it's time to mature and start instilling in us a sense of self-control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;My "idol", i admit, is probably facebook. I actually go online to facebook for an hour or so, when i could be studying or spending my time wisely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;I guess we have to try to honor God, the one and only saviour who died for us; who left his perfect life in heaven to come down into this world to save us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Praying in Jesus' most precious name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-5961078260598325529?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/5961078260598325529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=5961078260598325529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/5961078260598325529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/5961078260598325529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/05/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/ShlHSbhRlyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/D1YSvqQq-Gk/s72-c/facebook-logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-4637085099082094108</id><published>2009-05-21T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:48:02.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripped to pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/ShU-cDmcxsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/k4zs_88xtV4/s1600-h/Shred_Paper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/ShU-cDmcxsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/k4zs_88xtV4/s320/Shred_Paper.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338241585041426114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Just how long more must i face this contempt; this feeling of being disliked? How long more must i be able to bear the burden? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The reason why most of them aren't going is because you were early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;abstract annoyance and surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;No matter what, nothing is gonna change the way it is. Make me believe otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;sometimes i don't know why i go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-4637085099082094108?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4637085099082094108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=4637085099082094108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/4637085099082094108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/4637085099082094108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/05/ripped-to-pieces.html' title='Ripped to pieces'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/ShU-cDmcxsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/k4zs_88xtV4/s72-c/Shred_Paper.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-7272827574235910738</id><published>2009-05-15T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:03:08.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May 16. Crushed slightly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/Sg2RHiAVAyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/13UWzBCro40/s1600-h/SuperStock_1569R-160043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/Sg2RHiAVAyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/13UWzBCro40/s320/SuperStock_1569R-160043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336080692077200162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Disheartened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-7272827574235910738?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/7272827574235910738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=7272827574235910738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/7272827574235910738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/7272827574235910738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-16-crushed-slightly.html' title='May 16. Crushed slightly.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/Sg2RHiAVAyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/13UWzBCro40/s72-c/SuperStock_1569R-160043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-165004542058584110</id><published>2009-05-11T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:22:43.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/Sgen0BOwmUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VNSjNNqt-Pg/s1600-h/kumi_artwork2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/Sgen0BOwmUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VNSjNNqt-Pg/s320/kumi_artwork2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334416795769018690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I was just thinking, cos i just took a random look at Xiaxue's blog and i was saw one particular entry... when she went out to celebrate her birthday at this karaoke pub or something like that. And i was wondering, where were her parents? cos there wasnt any old folks there; they were all really young, most prob her friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I didn't know if her parents were still living or not, but if they did, did she bother to celebrate her birthday with her folks, her parents, her family? Cos before or after that prev post, i didn't see any photo of her and her family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Then i thought, when i grew up,  i wouldnt wanna grow up into some selfish being that would neglect his family. After all, they did bring me up, and if i was fated to have this future where i would turn into some selfish monster, then i would rather not  grow up; i would rather stay young. I hope i can still maintain this train of thought when i grow up... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keyword: Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-165004542058584110?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/165004542058584110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=165004542058584110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/165004542058584110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/165004542058584110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/05/young.html' title='Young'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/Sgen0BOwmUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VNSjNNqt-Pg/s72-c/kumi_artwork2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-5521005787525501364</id><published>2009-05-07T18:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:27:59.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SgK2cCyCugI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XqDsUuG8Yjw/s1600-h/spotlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SgK2cCyCugI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XqDsUuG8Yjw/s320/spotlight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333025501659445762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; The space is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;                        The spotlight is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;                              But who's gonna take the stage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;                    &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's show the world what we can do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-5521005787525501364?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/5521005787525501364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=5521005787525501364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/5521005787525501364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/5521005787525501364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/05/space-is-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SgK2cCyCugI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XqDsUuG8Yjw/s72-c/spotlight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-2020742554938480905</id><published>2009-05-07T17:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:43:39.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SgKr6y4DimI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0NVqQoC2zWA/s1600-h/176977778_ad23808915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SgKr6y4DimI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0NVqQoC2zWA/s320/176977778_ad23808915.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333013935337736802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;             &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; When everything has crumbed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;              When everything has failed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;              When everything you've worked hard for turns out badly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Pick yourself up and try again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This time, i'll try harder and hope it's not too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-2020742554938480905?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2020742554938480905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=2020742554938480905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2020742554938480905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2020742554938480905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-everything-has-crumbed.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SgKr6y4DimI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0NVqQoC2zWA/s72-c/176977778_ad23808915.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-5831894625287649896</id><published>2009-04-25T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:47:14.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SfMhauDIUqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/N0SZb0QLLFI/s1600-h/sunset_wallpaper_brazil-1600x1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SfMhauDIUqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/N0SZb0QLLFI/s320/sunset_wallpaper_brazil-1600x1200.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328639527030903458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Do not be sad for the end of the day, for the next one will bring forth new beginnings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-5831894625287649896?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/5831894625287649896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=5831894625287649896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/5831894625287649896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/5831894625287649896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-not-be-sad-for-end-of-day-for-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SfMhauDIUqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/N0SZb0QLLFI/s72-c/sunset_wallpaper_brazil-1600x1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-6336981326893888271</id><published>2009-04-22T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:54:00.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want. But i don't get.</title><content type='html'>There are 2 major things i really want right now. As in, NOW.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My ipod which i lost/got stolen in the clubhouse couple months back. Cant believe some shit like that could happen. FRIGGIN THIF. MY BLOODY IPOD MAN.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My wallet which some freak took. Has a lot of cards man. Crap, now have to go make new one. Shit. shitshitshitshit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this like, some sort of test from god or something? I'm really damn pissed and furious at the ipod thing most of all; cos its really expensive, and some *** up *$@$*Q@$*@Q could steal it! IN A CHURCH OF ALL PLACES!! A CHURCH!!!!!!! AAAAAARGH! Q%#%#^%$#^$^%^$%^! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*#AERFAEJGEAIGNAEIGNAE$KGN A$KENGH$EKNGKEN$T#N$TAI#$NTKNIK$%YA#$TN#$ IYGN$W% NYI$K%NTN$#W!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-6336981326893888271?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/6336981326893888271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=6336981326893888271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/6336981326893888271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/6336981326893888271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-but-i-dont-get.html' title='I want. But i don&apos;t get.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-2236781418317763683</id><published>2009-04-21T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:37:16.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just saying.</title><content type='html'>Ok. Let's just call the idiot person sweet toe.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And let's call nice person: Race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look, sweet toe. You claim you're Race's friend, but how do you actually show your friendship? As for me? I show my friendship by being comfortable with them; by trying to make them laugh. FRIENDS don't freaking show their friendship by bullying them: That's just being a shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You claim that by hanging out with them, you're officially their FRIEND. Look, dude, you don't GET friends by hanging with them. You MAKE friends by , guess what, BEING a friend. Did they ever say they enjoyed your company? Or your behavior? Just because they don't treat you crappily like other people doesn't mean they LIKE you. It's more of a human compassion kinda thing. Ever heard of it? Compassion? And when you're teasing them, "TEASING" ahem ahem, you jolly well STOP if they don't feel comfortable with it! Continuing with your incessant "teasing" is just making them feel like crap! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just because you stop teasing them on  purpose, and tell them that it is a privilege that you stopped, doesn't give the the right to treat you with respect and FEAR you; first of all, you shouldn't even be teasing them if they don't like it! Can we have a little sense of maturity here?? So please, dude, if you claim to be their friend, SHOW it. Actions speak louder than words.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-2236781418317763683?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2236781418317763683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=2236781418317763683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2236781418317763683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2236781418317763683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-just-saying.html' title='I&apos;m just saying.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-3017048996702266254</id><published>2009-04-14T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:01:54.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think i should update my blog and publish a new post; and in contrast to the previous post, i should post something somewhat funny or happy, i guess.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SO anyway, that day in school, during P.E., we had to wash the tents where we slept in during the camp, and the teacher was giving out instructions, and one particular line was " Put the green sheet into the blue sheet", but since that teacher lacked the ability to pronounce english words, properly, what we heard was " Put the green shit into the blue shit"; and i started laughing, and so did some of my other classmates, and the teacher's response was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Excuse me. Can you're not be so immature and grow up? Only little kids, like primary 2 laugh at this kind of things. And if you're 14 year old teenagers can laugh at this kind of things, then i think something is wrong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But we were still thinking of the green shit blue shit thing, and we still sniggered; saw celeste cover her mouth and laugh silently; i was thinking of multicolor shit and kept sniggering uncontrollably.. but anyway, just yesterday, during P.E.,  we were gathering in the hall just before we ran the 2.4. We were running around like childhood-deprived people, well most people; i wasnt. I was talking to some friends about some stuff. Then when the teacher went into the hall, and told all of us to gather, and was like, shouting and everything 'cos we were so "rowdy" haw haw. Then she said something that had the words" Immature"and "grow up" and i thought back to the time of the multicolor shit incident. Ah, gotta go. I'm done anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bye. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-3017048996702266254?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/3017048996702266254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=3017048996702266254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/3017048996702266254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/3017048996702266254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-happy.html' title='Happy happy'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-4397638652884332159</id><published>2009-04-10T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:51:54.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Can you all just go away and leave me alone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Something so simple can evolve into something so damn friggin screwed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Oh f***. Life is so screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-4397638652884332159?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4397638652884332159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=4397638652884332159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/4397638652884332159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/4397638652884332159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-you-all-just-go-away-and-leave-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-5603288780573763389</id><published>2009-03-26T16:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:59:13.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths supp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The title says it all..its damn stupid.. I mean, last year was pretty ohkay... as in, the downside of it was to wake up earlier for it... this year, i'm in it again( Big whoop) and guess what? Its on a friday, during a break period, well thats pretty  ok; its just that i will only have 45 minutes for lunch... so i was still pretty okay with the whole thing, but thats not all..theres still some friggin crap next-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;THERE'S ONE MORE DAY OF MATHS SUPP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;What the crap?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Like 1 day wasnt enough; and now there's 2?!?! Seriously, have the maths teachers ever heard of freedom? Ok, fine, maybe we're weak in maths and we "deserve it"( finger gestures) but do you have to have it after school?!?! There's this thing called" I-WANT-TO-GO-HOME"!!! Dammit!! There's actually one today, but the teachers didnt even BOTHER to make an announcement abbt it, and also, the paper my maths teacher showed me said only friday-How the crap am i supposed to know that rubbish? OHMAN!!! Why 2 damn days??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Go crash and burn, algebra. You suck. The crap that maths gives us is never ending. oh freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;***k dammit!! How can they do this crap to me; to us!!!?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Oh screw it. Screw it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-5603288780573763389?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/5603288780573763389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=5603288780573763389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/5603288780573763389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/5603288780573763389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/03/maths-supp.html' title='Maths supp'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-9128247685760898414</id><published>2009-03-21T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:24:02.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZYF Captain's Ball Tournament</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Dear blog.. [pun intended]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pun&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Today, simply, was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Incredible. And yes, with a capital "I". It was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The captain's ball tournament was superb. I was in Julia's team-Julia, Jiahui, Greg, Kin Yip, Debbie and me! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Our first match was against Nng's team..We scored a tie which i think, was pretty good, cos nng;s team beat the prev team 4-2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Then, the next team we were against was uh...Yi Tao's group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;We scored a tie again, i think... The guy in red sleeveless was pretty good; probably a basketball player... haha :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Next team we were up against was uh..Charles'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Quite a tough match...They beat us 1-0. haha. But it was fun nonetheless. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Our last match was against Jiamin's team. They beat us uh.. 3-1? I think...that daryl dude can jump really high haha.. :].. Dan lee was really good too..Jiamin and Danielle was good too..:] and so were her other 2 friends whose name i didn't really catch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;But we didn't get in the semi-finals... aw.... but it was still fun! And that probably one of the best parts.. :]... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;But rachel's team won in the end.. :] Goodie to 'em.. :] YAY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;ah... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/pun&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-9128247685760898414?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/9128247685760898414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=9128247685760898414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/9128247685760898414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/9128247685760898414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/03/zyf-captains-ball-tournament.html' title='ZYF Captain&apos;s Ball Tournament'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-1656670440700364195</id><published>2009-03-18T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:21:29.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;div class="blog"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;advertising for the all-new:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;CHEER-UP! Kit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;have a friend who's feeling really down now, because of certain reasons? well, dont fret! the Cheer-up! Co. © has come up with a latest product: the Cheer-Up! Kit. it's a little package of sweet snacks packed up with loads of love, and guess what -- it's kept "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;from: anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;". feel free to send an email to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="text-decoration: none; border-bottom-width: 2px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 131, 131); line-height: 150%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;cheerupco@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; to order a Cheer-Up! Kit, and just simply include your friend's name, the snacks you'd like to pack in the kit, and where you'd like the package to be sent to (oh, we do meetups as well. but we're NO blogshop :B ), oh, and feel free to enquire as well! imagine this: just a little kit with some goodies can lit a smile on your moody friend's face! and remember, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;God loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;loads of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The Cheer-up! Co. ©&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;(ps. each authentic Cheer-up! Kit comes with an attached Christian bookmark, and the trademark Teethy Smile. and note: $ prices vary $.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-x-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;awesome isnt it :B kind-hearted souls from The Cheer-up! Co. © coming up with such an original and awesome and sweet and coolioz idea to -- what else? -- cheer people up. i mean, it's an effective way to keep a friend from getting depressed. i've got a Cheer-Up! Kit from an anonymous loved one as well :D it's really awesome. and the bookmarks arefun to collect! ha. so what are you waiting for? order a Cheer-Up! Kit and give one to a friend who needs some serious cheering up! (fyi, i've enquired, and youre allowed to attach a note written by yourself to your loved one via the kit too! like, the staff from TC-U! Co. © can totally help you attach it.) gosh, its really meaningful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: 16px;"&gt;Alright Cheers :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-1656670440700364195?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1656670440700364195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=1656670440700364195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/1656670440700364195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/1656670440700364195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/03/advertising-for-all-new-cheer-up-kit.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-7755115923707857259</id><published>2009-03-16T11:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:48:47.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I just flipped back and scanned some of my previous entries, and i was kinda surprised that most of my posts were pretty.. ... kinda... immature? in a way, i guess.. It's like that what i blog seems so ... I don't know how to explain this.. It just seems that my previous entries seem a little different; "immature", to how i see them now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;That probably made no sense whatsoever, so i'm just saying, in a nutshell, ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;While looking back on entries 2 years ago, you seems pretty dumbfounded at the stuff you write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;They seem immature from a different point of view; a different perspective, cos i was 12 then, and now, i'm coming to 14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I wonder if i can change how i blog about my life and see if my entries can have some form of substance; something to make it look interesting, something that draws people to read about it. Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;And just for the record, i'm not emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Like the title says...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It's just some thoughts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-7755115923707857259?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/7755115923707857259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=7755115923707857259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/7755115923707857259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/7755115923707857259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-thoughts.html' title='Some thoughts'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-8742223475156457563</id><published>2009-03-16T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:21:46.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Hi, as you can see, i've changed my blogskin to a more egoistic blogskin *russ*. But i thought it looked kinda nice; so i'm sticking with this fr quite soe time now. This post is just to test the font colour os its really getting on my nerves. Pfft. Let's hope this workd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I should really go to sleep now... pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.p.s. Rach, will help you advertise tomorrrow. See you :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-8742223475156457563?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8742223475156457563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=8742223475156457563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8742223475156457563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8742223475156457563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-8857816808720236205</id><published>2009-03-04T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:22:41.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick post. :) have a cheena test tomorrow...sheesh.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sunday, after musical rehearsal, i went to the clubhouse to "revise". Kevin, Jon, Charles, Gregory and Jen Wei were already there, so i sat down and took out my stuff. then, jiahui,jiaxian,jiamin,deborah,danielle,nng,audrey,joy,julia,jeremy khoo,sarah and jo tee came. then audrey kept being random and crazy, and i couldnt concentrate cos of the stupid jokes, and then in the end, i gave my script to ng ad audrey to read. then i went to sit at the table and joy helped me with a maths question. then i talked to jiahui,jiaxian and Jen Wei. (i just realised all their names start with "J" haha) then i kept drawing Jen Wei's shirt logo, something with a lion's head, dragon's body and eagle wings. and it turns out that jiahui and her sis know amelia ramli from primary schol...then i listened to Jen Wei's ipod. WE THE KINGS!!haha.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might be going to ruth's house for preparation of yf fellowship tea... hmm.. 95%. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah ohkay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-8857816808720236205?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8857816808720236205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=8857816808720236205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8857816808720236205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8857816808720236205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-7174908420679046092</id><published>2009-02-22T20:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:22:55.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I mean, its like i did something wrong-which i seriously dunno, and you're like, treating me like i'm nothing, like i'm invisible. come on! I mean, you're not like that to anyone else eh? It's not like i'm not trying,-i am; i try to engage in conversations, sometimes i get real mad at the fact that you don't seem to acknowledge my existence or something.-what is your problem with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-7174908420679046092?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/7174908420679046092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=7174908420679046092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/7174908420679046092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/7174908420679046092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/02/come-on.html' title='come on.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-3365896775304675288</id><published>2009-02-19T18:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:23:14.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepwalking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Argh... i have re-continued sleepwalking!!! After NOT sleepwalking for past 2 months. See, this is what happened, according to my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;So apparently,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;last last night-the night before yesterday- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;i got up, at 1 am, put on my specs, slung on my bag, walked into the living room, while switching on every single light switch i passed. Then i dumped my bag on the floor in front of the sofa, and went back to my room, while my dad asked me a couple 'o' questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Son, why are you still up?" )he knew i was sleepwalking already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;mutter&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; mutter mutter mutter mutter PE excuse mutter mutter mutter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;mutter&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Maths Test mutter mutter mutter.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/mutter&gt;&lt;/mutter&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Ok, so why did you carry your bag?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"mutter mutter mutter mutter B mutter mutter mutter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;End of dialogue and i went back to my room, which was in darkness, placed my specs back on the table and went back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;And as usual, i couldn't recall anything when i got up the next morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;And guess what? My sleepwalking sleep disorder has evolved- last time when i sleptwalked, the max i did was just tour my house for a few minutes, or just bang on the door with my fist repeatedly. So my sleepwalking thing has evolved from walking, to putting on specs and carrying my bag, and even engaging in conversations! Wargh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;And its due to stress, huh. Stupid math test. argh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;But in a way its kinda cool. My special characteristic, haha. :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Ah well. Bye. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-3365896775304675288?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/3365896775304675288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=3365896775304675288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/3365896775304675288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/3365896775304675288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleepwalking.html' title='Sleepwalking'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-7588237139586465404</id><published>2009-02-16T18:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:23:29.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kool Kings Klan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;haha... the title is our small group's name. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;eh.i forgot some members of the group...and apparently, we have some other members that ruth "stole" from other groups. haha. ;p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;well anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Joel Kam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;KinYip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Joey( oops i forgot to add her in the prev entry)thats weird-i thought we had more... well... haha. anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;the other groups' names are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Immanuel Des Kaiser( IDK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Hakuna Matata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;ALtar-bots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;haha. Exhausted from school, man. ;p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;ah shucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-7588237139586465404?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/7588237139586465404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=7588237139586465404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/7588237139586465404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/7588237139586465404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/02/kool-kings-klan.html' title='Kool Kings Klan'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-819086954821268765</id><published>2009-02-10T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:23:43.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K.K.K.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Hullo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It's been not-so-long since i've posted but ah... post time anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;on sat, went for yf, and we had the small group launch thing, and i was like, trying to smother this grin that kept showing up on my face, cos i the suspense was agonizing and everything. well, then my group was comprised of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Elyssa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Samantha..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Nng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Julia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Ruth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Right!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Then we had "dont forget the lyrics" Yf style-like singing hymns and songs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;then we had 4 way captain's ball...which was pretty cool. I had the ball slam into my stomach but it was okay, then i talked to julia and joy about stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;then played captain's ball!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Played till 7.30. It was nice. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;aaaah... have to do some research on red bran murder....go google it ya? Byeee :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-819086954821268765?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/819086954821268765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=819086954821268765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/819086954821268765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/819086954821268765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/02/kkk.html' title='K.K.K.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-1412947987628839758</id><published>2009-02-05T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:22:55.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some stuffies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i like to think that the theatre faculty will go on a trip to Los Angeles, Universal studios, to see how they make movies and the different forms of acting they do. Yes, i dream. A lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i like to think life is like a video game.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i wish i could fly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i freak out when i see birds near me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i do robot dances when i hear super trouper. haha. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i hope i can pass maths this year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i hope something good can come out of my missing ipod-or have it returned. :]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i like roller coasters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i don't approve of the school senate, cos i know its just a matter of popularity, "saboeing", intellectual ability, looks, gender etc etc.  i mean come on. COME ON.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i don't like this person in my class, try as hard i just cannot like him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i sleep with my body downwards, and my head tilted to an angle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i got really cared of ghost trailers when i was younger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i was strangled by this weirdo in primary 2 for no reason. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i realise 'ryan' contains at least one letter from most of the other names. ( e.g Mccoy- 'y', Sarah- 'r'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i like carrying my younger cousins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i sometimes wish i didnt get some of my dad's hair genes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i always attempted to tumble off my bed onto a mattress on the floor when i was a little kid, and when i was bored at night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i sleepwalk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i like essay assignments. makes me feel important.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm making it a habit to make at least, one person laugh at school each day. have ben successful so far.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i killed a housefly before.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i accidently, "ACCIDENTLY" elbowed in the face this p1 guy when i was in p6.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i hope to skydive before i die.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i had my little toe burnt when i was younger cos my brother's friend played with a sparkler, and a spark dropped on my toe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i always wanted to catch my mum or dad red-handed on Xmas night, when they were pretending to be santa and write Xmas noted with their normal handwriting. but i was always too lazy to stay up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright, i'm done for now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-1412947987628839758?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1412947987628839758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=1412947987628839758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/1412947987628839758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/1412947987628839758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-stuffies.html' title='some stuffies.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-8029992127145565744</id><published>2009-02-04T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:24:00.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life so far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Well, haha, life so far had been pretty ok, escept for the part about the missing ipod, sheesh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;haha, that day on sunday, i was studying, slacking, playing taboo, being quiet, at the clubhouse... and when i wanted to go home, i realised my ipod was missing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;gasp&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Then, we( jiahui, kevin, dianelle and debbie) started scouring the clubhouse for my missing little goodie. then, suddenly, jiahui took my phone which was on the table, and asked "is this your ipod"? then i laughed and said it was a phone. Then the others started joking about that little incident, and started picking up random stuff, like pens, cloths, etc and asking if it was my ipod, LOL hahaha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/gasp&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Next is in school .Daniel keeps talking in this racist indian accent. some to think of it, he's pretty racist-joking about skin colour and whatnot, then one day in class, science lab, these 2 birds  (oreos) fly into the lab and zoom about and one almost got hacked into little bits by the fan. shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;well...today was mr tobin's birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Small groups launch on saturday. hmmm....chatted with crystal just now...now i have some suspicion about this sat. hmm...ah well, another reason to  look forward to it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Byee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-8029992127145565744?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8029992127145565744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=8029992127145565744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8029992127145565744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8029992127145565744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-so-far.html' title='Life so far.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-4702490024426494934</id><published>2009-02-01T21:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:24:16.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SYWsMPe1TzI/AAAAAAAAAJY/KUiQbyyp7-c/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SYWsMPe1TzI/AAAAAAAAAJY/KUiQbyyp7-c/s320/DSC00096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297829862985518898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SYWqdsgeNnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/39ZjRM85tF0/s1600-h/IMG00078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SYWqdsgeNnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/39ZjRM85tF0/s320/IMG00078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297827963811542642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;These two pics are of  Megan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....please pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I guess this is like a message..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;'Cos i guess i've not been treasuring my family, possibly taking them for granted... and now, look. The unexpected happened. My closest cousin has a brain tumor and is lying in hospital. Can't believe it. What a cruel world we live in. such a harsh reality and everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Lord, please let her have a successful operation and a  speedy recovery with her vision back to normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-4702490024426494934?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4702490024426494934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=4702490024426494934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/4702490024426494934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/4702490024426494934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/02/megan.html' title='Megan'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SYWsMPe1TzI/AAAAAAAAAJY/KUiQbyyp7-c/s72-c/DSC00096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-8779869047698899470</id><published>2009-01-26T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:24:32.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>megan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Hi everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's cny today. Everyone is happy. or should be.  Everyone should be celebrating and munching cny goodies. But my cousin isnt. My 4 year old cousin is lying in a hospital, tubes sticking into her body. She is in an intensive care unit-and i aint allowed to visit her. But from my mum's teary description of her, i am like, totally crushed to see her so ill. She has a brain tumour- and a fever that thank god, has cooled to a 37 degrees celsius. IT's so heartbreaking. I'm praying for her, and i sometimes feel like breaking down in tears-i mean, i've been taking care of her ever since she was 2 years old-carrying her, playing with her, babysitting her on some days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that are christians that read my blog,i know u might not know her, but please...pray for her. She's still really young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-8779869047698899470?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8779869047698899470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=8779869047698899470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8779869047698899470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8779869047698899470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/01/megan.html' title='megan'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-8182540268661470143</id><published>2009-01-21T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:24:45.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;haha...had yet another hectic day at school... had another round of teachers and uh..maybe  a little bit of wierdness.  like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;i shall call this teacher "a".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;a gives us a booklet full of questions. still okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;attempt to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;find out it is full of questions that are kinda personal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;and even some like, how would u like to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;WEIRD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;ah... i'm off! bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-8182540268661470143?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8182540268661470143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=8182540268661470143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8182540268661470143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8182540268661470143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/01/teachers.html' title='Teachers'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-4803584331455118496</id><published>2009-01-21T22:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:25:03.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Well... i guess school's been pretty okay..if you can exclude the fact that it ends super late...6...it sucks. But its gonna end at 7 next term...man...major tiring.  aaargh... the price u pay to be in an arts school. Pretty tiring but i'll survive. :) Ah...some people are already succumbing to school's stressful activities and everything. And guess what. It's only like, the 3rd or 4th week of school. Wow. But i made a promise that i'll never cry over this stress crap, or y know, do something stupid, but i'll push on and get over it. sure, i might be a lil emo now and then, but to the yr 2 sotarians i'll get back on my feet in a day or so, and be all cheery and everything again! :D After all, it's not the end of the world. At least, not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;So, everone, say whatever to stress and homework and get on with life. might be hard for some people, but hey, time's everything. Just chill. My piece of advice. :) To anyone who needs this. Alrightey then... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;until the day i get trampled by the elephant of stress (hey dont laugh, its impromptu) i can offer a listening ear to anyone, or if needed, a shoulder to cry on..(but i hope no one is depressed enough to use it) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;right! Cheers! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-4803584331455118496?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4803584331455118496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=4803584331455118496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/4803584331455118496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/4803584331455118496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/01/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-6568961441139042704</id><published>2009-01-18T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:26:11.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siblings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Siblings. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;TOday had lunch with nng,abrham,danielle and jiamin. on the journey right, i was venting about being a big bro to clarice. and then nng told me that he wished that he could have done those stuff, like patting a younger sibling to sleep those kind of stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;i love claire. but its superdupertrouper hard for me to do that to nicholas. (thinking of it makes me wanna barf too) It's hard to love someone who wants to touch your butt everyday grips your arm for no good reason,switches off the light when ur in the bathroom, hogs the phone, reads through your smses, invades your room, and also when he's your total opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Ryan: Hey, you went for yf last time right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Nicholas: Yeah. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Ryan: Why did you quit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Nicholas: It was boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Ryan: It's not boring, you dweeb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Nicholas: You're very stubborn, you know. church is not everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Ryan: Stuff it. I love church. Deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Or when i try to ignore him for one week, i will get annoyed but then i'll pray for me to stop fighting cos i'm tired of it already. But if i manage to ignore him for a few days, and if he annoys me to the extent i snap a few days later, i go all out like what russ said. All the anger i bottle up comes rushing out like some nine-tailed demon fox, and i'll thrash him. seriously. feel bad when i think of it now. but thats the truth. i need prayer help. :/ Well. I hope i can get rid of this habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I love church. Just love it. and everyone in it. But i need help. I can't let it rule my life-in the bad way. I can't neglect my everything for that-crazy as it sounds. I need prayer help. I need help from Christ. I need help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Teenager effects" are starting to kick in about now. I-wanna-just-be- just- cool ryan mode. AAAAAAaargh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-6568961441139042704?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/6568961441139042704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=6568961441139042704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/6568961441139042704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/6568961441139042704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/01/siblings.html' title='Siblings.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-3296702639247596423</id><published>2009-01-16T17:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:49:06.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY preps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SXBYCp3iPfI/AAAAAAAAAI8/XYJhTjdNcd4/s1600-h/DSC01364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SXBW-8bnGHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Ye-B2V9AujE/s320/DSC01331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291825201534146674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SXBW-8--EyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/z0MUO1GpYpU/s1600-h/DSC01329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SXBW-8--EyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/z0MUO1GpYpU/s320/DSC01329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291825201682453282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-3296702639247596423?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/3296702639247596423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=3296702639247596423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/3296702639247596423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/3296702639247596423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-preps.html' title='CNY preps'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SXBYCp3iPfI/AAAAAAAAAI8/XYJhTjdNcd4/s72-c/DSC01364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-1256449897544899235</id><published>2009-01-12T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:25:34.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Podcast!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Podcast!! (this is supposed to be said in tat incredibly annoying squeaky voice.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I have ta do this for school-how incredibly superdupertrouper-ly incredible!( my new word! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;hmm.... lately...i've been basing stuff on church...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;hmm.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;that probably doesnt make any sense so i'll rephrase that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Like, some average , bad,stuff at school. i've been, sorta, weirdly, instinctively linking it to church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Hmm..for some reason, i've been saying "hmm" lotsa times, but well..anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Like, for that orientation thingamajiggy at school,i purposely became all lively cos i thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;i knew the feeling of being shy. it sucked, frankly. so i went all friendly to them. and i probably worked. i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;and today, we had to form our own groups... and i was in daniel's, ian's, sam's group, and enoch got left out and kept emo-ing, and ian and daniel had to leave, to let enoch in. (he's a bit of a lone wolf). Then,first, i got super man at him, for being so demanding. then i was ranting and all, and then i had this thought, ...its a bit queer, ..but... would i have liked it if i was in enoch's shoes in church?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;obviously not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;so i stopped, told him we could just let the matter rest, and do the project, and he got all normal again. thank the lord for a sudden boost of uh....self-discipline or something like that. hehe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-1256449897544899235?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1256449897544899235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=1256449897544899235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/1256449897544899235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/1256449897544899235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/01/podcast.html' title='Podcast!!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-1331282459087247897</id><published>2009-01-11T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:26:28.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yf outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;YAY! yesterday was a yf outing to bishan park-so in the morning, went to j8 for some piano thing-saw danny on the bus, then yaddahaddah church. stoned outside the clubhouse-to every newbie in the world-being new sucks, cos u feel like a st0ne. so i stood against a pillar, and looked sideways for 20 minutes until... yeah anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;then, alot of people got stuck in the lift. haha. kept snickering bout that one cos i almost entered it. heard it was spicy-hot inside.. haha. then took  a bus to bishan park, then had singspiration, then QT. I had QT with timmy, and was asking lotsa questions..then played captainsball, and i as usual, stoned, but this time, i kept grinning like an idiot, cos everyone kept laughing at sarah..haha..:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Then, i didnt feel like playing frisbee so i sat on the grass and just talked a bit to joey,danny,nicholas...then uh...kept eating the cheddar chips, then i laughed again and again cos joey called the shirtless guys playing soccer "bears" and danny called them  "spartans" and i kept snickering..hehe..then talked a lil about school.. then had to pack up and i carried the drink-y thingy to the bus stop. actually i had to take the frisbee too, but gregory helped take it. huh. so then at the bus stop, jerry asked me if i knew all the yf-ers..and "quized" me on their names..huh. then took bus 54 back-after what seemed like an eternity. then went to church for a minute-b4 going back for dinner. the day was good. the fellowship was great. And the outing was awesome! ono! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-1331282459087247897?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1331282459087247897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=1331282459087247897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/1331282459087247897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/1331282459087247897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/01/yf-outing.html' title='Yf outing'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-5537896453953708610</id><published>2009-01-06T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:26:41.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;well, today was the 3rd day of school...it was pretty okay in the morning... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;well..stuff happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;i could vent and blog about today's crappiness in this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;But i'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;First of all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;aren't going to read this, so why bother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I don't need to vent by blogging.  I have proper friends that i can talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;ANyway, i have yf this saturday, probaby one of the few rays of sunshine in this storm of crappiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Saturday will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Quickly, i hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Waiting sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Please survive til saturday..pleazzze....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;K bye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-5537896453953708610?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/5537896453953708610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=5537896453953708610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/5537896453953708610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/5537896453953708610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/01/3rd-day.html' title='3rd day'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-5792170866987460607</id><published>2009-01-04T19:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:26:57.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;so im fine now-eyes back to normal, and hand is de-pained. so... yaddahyaddah i was partner with gregory.. yaddah.. then for some strange reason(which i still don't understand) we just stood there, and became  a signboard that said," Please step on our balloons". so, a minute later, our balloon popped. Eh...wel, maybe i have to know 'em better first... wii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Then filled up some listing form or something like that , then nng stuck a balloon down y neck, which i "nh!" like some strange..animal. well. anyway. went to the rooftop, and just hanged there. drank juice. went high. start hyperventilating and laughing for no reason, then showed nng and jon lee and andrew the gorgeous tiny chicken machine video... hahahaha... then i talked with kinyip, and met um... a few more people..who i forgot the names..i remember one was rachel... i must ask 'em next week.. and then i had to go home, so....i went home larh,  duh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Next day-today, i went for service in the morning, and was almost late...so we started off with the story of this guy called john franklin who was going for an arctic expedition. but he brought stuff and wore stuff that made him ook like he was going for  a cruise in hawaii, (which is my interpretation), and then he and his crew died, i  think, and then the pastor... ... told us if we were prepared, unlike that john franklin dude. then he went on to something about like accepting the bad news first, then can we accept the good news...which in christianity , it means accepting judgement from god, ( "bad" news), and the deliverance from sin. (goodie news).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Well, i might be wrong, so please correct me if i'm wrong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;so anyway, after the service ended, i went for some refreshments, met up with shermaine.. then we talked a lil, then she talked with someone else, and then, suddenly, i felt really dizzy and woozy, like i was dehydrated or something. i was drinking something then, so i felt really drained. then i told shermaine, and then i sat on the chair outside the clubhouse. then i felt really bad for using up her time... then jerry came.. and shermaine told him i felt dizzy... (lack of air larh i think, that place was pretty crowded) then shermaine said something about him being a mum-killer...oh... now i geddit, then i kept laughing, cos they were like, making some jokes or something, then i got free massage, on my shoulders...which i actually felt better afterwards...then shermaine told jerry about nng's blog link of her being a p*********, and we were laughing.... icant believe im one f the younger ones there... so anyway, shermaine left, and uh...zhiwen..i think...came.. and a girl passed him a small box.. a present... and then jerry asked if it was underwear.. i thought so too actually.. so i kept laughing  and laughing... then he went to get some food, and i just sat there, stoning, and realised i was late for yd, rushed down, and then watched a video of the christians in china, which led some really crappy lives, for the sake of following in christ, and was pretty impressed by their faith...then amos came...from camp fruity.. and i remembered everything, like, the bad stuff... and then yd ended, and i went out...saw megan and kyran, and jon lee, and kinyip, and um.....others... then i had to go home, i hope i can go for lunch or dinner with them next time or something... wooh. next week's games..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;hopefully, i can interact better. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;cheers! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-5792170866987460607?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/5792170866987460607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=5792170866987460607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/5792170866987460607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/5792170866987460607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/01/part-2.html' title='Part 2'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-305766733053314247</id><published>2009-01-03T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:27:14.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camp echo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;yf today was good...i guess ill blog 1/2 of it today, the rest tomorrow, cos m eyes hurt...pray im not going blind...pls.... dont mind if some words r not ropery typed...try to uess what they mean..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;so i met jon lee outside church  and andrew was there too, so  i just followed them to the bus stop by the braddell and took a bus to serangoon cicus and walked there.  then i just hanged there while they saw some yf-ers and just satood there awkwardly and then went to the chapel, saw charmaine, talked with her, then we moved to the middle of the chapel, met someone called kinyip... guh  have a headahe now.shoot. then we had sinspiration, went through some verses, like the salt and the earth, and....urgh...headache..., uh, our faith in god, and  uh...minds a blank  now, sorry...then we prayed in mini-groups, twice, i tried to make mine sound a bit longer, and more meaningful,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;then uh we had games...first was charades, it waspretty okay, next was tie a balloon around an ankle of someone of the same gender and height and walk around stepping on the balloons game. my partner was gregory...urgh cant concentrate bye bye blog tomorrow pray for me pls...aaargh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-305766733053314247?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/305766733053314247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=305766733053314247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/305766733053314247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/305766733053314247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/01/camp-echo.html' title='camp echo'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-4028885415456952932</id><published>2009-01-02T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:27:30.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurbler.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Eh..today school offiially started! i'm year 2 now! which meant i am a senior now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Today we met back in school and there were a lot of hugging and happiness and laughter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;then we met our new teachers, ours was mr eugene chan and our vice mentor is mr khairol! Yay! then we had orientation, and we had to be nice and friendly to the new year ones...quite okay lah..so i was enthu for it. kind of like going for yf, this time the roles are switched around..heh heh. :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;So anyway, we met up with our small group of year ones. they were all girls, which was fine with me. so we had this mini-name-getting-to-know-each-other thing. so i was like,"yo, i'm ryan".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Then, they were all neutral. pfft. they were okay lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Then we played ultimate frisbee and i guess they were really welcomed or something, and they got  bit confident around us. They called lip "uncle" and "a-ed" me around. and someone conversation went like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Me-R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Girls-G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;G: A you ! We have something to ask you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;R:Wah..A ah? A somemore lah..(teasing expression)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;G:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;laugh&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Aiyah forgot your name lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/laugh&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;R:Its just 4 letters. R-Y-A-N. Ryan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;G:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;laugh&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  We want to get $2 from him, for the 4 of us. Lets just say he owes us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/laugh&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;R:Owes you guys ..what? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;G:Aiyah, he just owes us lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;R: Yeah. What??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;G: Aiyah (obsession with 'aiyah' here) Use your common sense larh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;R:Ahah, look who's talking, you want him to pay you back $2 cos he owes you ... nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;G: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;laughs&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Just go...or else u have to pay us for him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/laughs&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;R:Fine fine, ( since its their first day here, wouldnt be good if i like, ditch them or anything, so humor them lorh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;at&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;R:Hey lip, the girls want $2 from you, cos you owe them, now don't get shocked, brace yourself, ...NOTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;at&gt;&lt;/at&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;End of conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;then Cara told me that they called her "short" and "year one" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;insult&gt;&lt;/insult&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;And to lip, " uncle" and some other thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;And to me "Oi!" and " stoopid".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;So i was like  never mind lah, year ones new to the school ,wouldnt lok good if i stormed up to them and scold the crap outta them, so let the matter rest horh? Besides, i'm sure we were pretty annoying last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;In the end, she agreed with me, and we bit our lips, and had to bear with it for another few more hours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Truth be told, it wasn't that bad, actually.Alright, cheers! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Woohoo, there's yf tomorrow, and i can go to service every sunday now! Really hppy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Alright, bye... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/at&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-4028885415456952932?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4028885415456952932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=4028885415456952932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/4028885415456952932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/4028885415456952932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/01/blurbler.html' title='Blurbler.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-2702449349243929253</id><published>2009-01-01T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:28:19.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Wooh! another year ha passed, leaving behind all those sad, painful memories, well, all except one. I'll never forget him. He was a really great teacher. sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Oh well, looking forward to 2009, wooh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Knock knock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Who's there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Panther!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Panther who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Panther's not here, i'm going swimming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Knock Knock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Who's there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Orange!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Orange who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Orange, a tasty citrus, with a sectioned pulpy interior, and sweet acidic juice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;PEACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;~As quoted from Gorgeous Tiny Chicken Machine Show! Check it on youtube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;2009!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-2702449349243929253?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2702449349243929253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=2702449349243929253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2702449349243929253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2702449349243929253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-960986687359388552</id><published>2008-12-29T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:28:46.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;shoot. shoot. Sh0ot. sHOoT. SHOOt. Sh0Ot. sH0OT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;aiyah  icould have gone to the yf outing today. but i didnt. you know why? cos it was my mum's birthday. now you're thiking, "this ryan, so unfilial, don't want to spend time with his mom, want to hang out with friends..yaddahyaddahyaddah.." Don't get the wrong idea. i skipped the outing cos i wanted to spend time with my mom but she left the house early in the morning and went to town and didnt come back til night. so i was extremely EXTREMELY angry that i missed both occasions. Sooooo angry that i felt like i was on fire. seriously. i was sweating and my insides felt like it was burning. so i went to S11 for lunch and after that, i went to the drinks store, and said, "soya bean, no cup please".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"soya bean, no cup."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Soya bean, NO CUP."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Then she gave me what i wanted, and asked if it was correct, like this,"Soya bean, no cup, dui hor?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;No, no. when i ask for something, i actually want the opposite of what i asked for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;But, of course, that's not what i said, what i actually said was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Yes. Correct."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;So i left the place, sucking on the drink and walked back home, and suddenly, walked beside a bush with a hornet in it. it hovered in front of me. IN FRONT. So i ran and ran and ran til i was beside zion BP church. Then i started humming,"silent night" and walked home. And got even angrier that i could have gone for the outing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;That evening, at my grandma's house, i was talking to my mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"hi mum, thanks for wasting my afternoon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"what do you mean?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"you went out early in the morning and didn't even like, ask me or something. Like that day, when i asked if i could go for the outing, you said ' must spend time with your mum and all that' so i skipped it, and then you go out the whole day..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;After every word, my volume increased and i got angrier. and angrier. Then i left to go for a walk to cool down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;But when i came back, i got all angry again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;AAARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I can't believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-960986687359388552?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/960986687359388552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=960986687359388552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/960986687359388552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/960986687359388552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/12/shoot.html' title='Shoot.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-8530696942710871781</id><published>2008-12-28T20:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:29:15.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Yep, i'm back, after dinner, which was after i woke up to find my hair looking like it was caught in some chemical reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;today, went to church, overslept, quickly munched breakfast, showered and changed into a polo tee and long pants, then packed my bag and quickly ran to church, saw nng there and said hi, then went to the chapel, sat down, looked for shermaine, didn't see her, gave up and just read the... thing that tells you what's in plan for that day. then, we had service for 1 and a half hours, it was kinda meaningful.  like, do you actually know god, or just know about him? Then, pastor eddie and his ..uh...third morning messengers or something to that effect, sang this song, which i seriously, think was awesome. I wish i knew the title...  :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Then after service, i saw auntie grace and said hi, then exited, saw shermaine at the refreshments,then she intro-ed me to other people, like joy, who's really nice( they're all nice lah) and her surname is foo, so its joy foo. joyfoo. joyful. i thought it was pretty catchy. heh heh. then , saw danny, then he asked me if i knew his name-said,"yep", then like, if i had any problems, or questions or anything, could go ask him or the seniors, ( i'm starting to love this church and everyone in it; they're so nice and welcoming. :D)Then saw julia again, said hi. then saw uh...this guy called "moses". He looked younger but he was actually 20 plus. He's quite witty, larh. then they called shermaine a pa********. Then i asked them why. Blahblahblahblahblahblahblah, laugh laugh laugh. Then shermaine told me jo was there, but i couldnt see him and then nng and came and brought me to my age-yd. youth discipleship. then, saw this teacher guy, and guys like lionel, joel and uh...forgot again. whoop. Then there was no yd for that day, so just chatted with them for a short while then saw shermaine; she was going up to tell julia something. So i followed and i saw jo!  So, it went like this-or i think it did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Hey jo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Ryan!, Man, have'nt seen you for some while already, ... growth spurt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Then we had a little hug, cos i didn't see him for a year and a half. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Then talked about some girls and blah then shermaine said her mum loved jerry. And all the other mums too. Wah-mum-killer. haha :p, then i was like, maybe shld get my mum to talk with him next time, convince her that i can go to camp... :) it's a possibility. haha. :) Then, went to the chapel, where the seniors were teaching the sunday schoolers. Saw sarah, she's quite pretty, (ok...every girl in yf i pretty lah :D) Then talked to her about school and stuff and...more stuff. then saw the slideshow. then blahblahblah... saw the p6-ers and some who i remembered! like chris, and shaun, and mark, and joash and clarissa... talked to chris and shaun for a while. saw my supposedly doppelganger, "ben", nd as usual, found out that he didn't look like me. He is the 3rd person for me to have looked like. First was Xavier, from christina's sister. haha. then stayed fr a while. then i realised that after the sunday-schoolers had all left, and that the remaining yf-ers were seniors, i chionged out quickly, man. Well...partly it was cos i had to go back for lunch. So i went back, ate lunch, went down for a walk, saw joy and her group of zac, who i learnt is gregory's brother. and uh..charmaine. i think thats how you spell it. then...uh...another gal whose name i forgot. oops. Then joy said they were all 16 years old! i thought they were like, only 14 or 15 max! church is full of people who look super-young, (probably got some secret chamber of the fountain of youth there or something. haha) then went to j8, where i just listened to them talk and drank lots of iced water. then went to popular, then a cd shop, then cristifori, then back to the 1st floor to go back. Zac and the other gal went to church to, apparently play touch rugby and volleyball. I had to go home. so i walked back and ta dah. end of post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;P.s. i had no idea you could go back to church if you wanted to. sooo cool! i'm so gonna go if i'm free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;P.p.s can't go to outing tomorrow. man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;P.p.p.s Next week's yf is at gardens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;P.p.p.p.s I like making P.s es.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-8530696942710871781?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8530696942710871781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=8530696942710871781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8530696942710871781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8530696942710871781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/12/follow-up.html' title='Follow-up'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-2223468616027504753</id><published>2008-12-28T15:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:29:30.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Yay!So happy! Yesterday, went to yf, and the feeling of awkwardness came up again, then this girl went inside, so i was like, what the heck, and went it too. There were only the Singpiration-ers there. Soi just sat there and stoned, wondering where the others were. Then, some came back down from the clubhouse. Then i talked to Caroline for a while, then uh...we sang some worship songs.(i'm still trying to remember the tune. ) Then, they showed the yf comm '08, and the new one '09. And some random trivia about them, like jerry has a scar on his left cheek from scratching, (which i never noticed), and uh julia was 36 kg last time.. uh...blah bah blah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;then we had to write down some personal goals for ourselves, and another sheet of paper about which area of yf do u wanna help out. then i was stoning and thinking... then suddenly jerry just sat down beside me, and i was jolted back to reality, and to stop myself from laughing at myself and the randomness of it all, i covered half my face... then uh... yaddahyaddah yaddah.. then we had some prayer time, like, we had to go into groups of 3 and pray about-anything. So i got into a group with Joel and Nng then Nng went first-super long( i was like, shoot, i dunno how to pray superlong) and then i was like stoned for a while after he ended, and then i told them i couldnt pray super long and then, i prayed a few lines about the yf comm o9 and the yf-ers and thanks for everything. Then, joel did his. Then julia said had to get into groups of 3 again, this time, with people 2 years older and younger. Then, i prayed about the comm 2008 and the comm 2009( again) then the yf-ers, and everyone. Then blahblerblahblerblah with more yf-ers coming in...then we went downstairs and i chatted with Shermaine, ate some salty mashed potatoes, and a SOLID cookie. With kaya, kudos to Sher. Then, uh...chatted with her and lydia. Then Zac suddenly popped up and said,"are you ben?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Nope. Thats the 2nd time, someone called me that".( first was Nng)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;laughter&gt;&lt;/laughter&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Then Sher asked jerry if i looked like ben. 2 seconds. "yes". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;By now, i as like who's ben?? Then they said it was some p6 dude. Then.. talked to sarah a little. then julia.then jon lee. then matt. then andrew-but it was only 5 secs, then talked about camp tired, late, went home. end if saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Next day, which is today. will blog abt this tomorrow. im super tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-2223468616027504753?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2223468616027504753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=2223468616027504753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2223468616027504753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2223468616027504753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/12/church.html' title='Church!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-7523799874136474370</id><published>2008-12-25T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:29:52.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Blahs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Ah, merry Xmas !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Now, for some random blahs.Russ' actual name before it was changed to the latter, was Bryce!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;And mine was Nathaniel! Hehe,i know why my mum changed it-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;See, My Bro's name is Nicholas. and my mum used to like alliterating our names or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;So once she names my bro ,"Nicholas". She wanted to give me an "N" name too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;So she thought of Nathaniel. Then she thought that people would call my bro," Nick" and me," Nat". And together, it sounds like "NickNat" or "NatNick". An she didnt like the sound , so m relatives thought of Ryan and it stuck. gotta go, fingers tiring. Merry Xmas for the next 55 minutes! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-7523799874136474370?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/7523799874136474370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=7523799874136474370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/7523799874136474370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/7523799874136474370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-blahs.html' title='Random Blahs.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-6029096665633769352</id><published>2008-12-24T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:48:57.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SVJZguBMIiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/A24vp0fj9tc/s1600-h/Photo+77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SVJZguBMIiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/A24vp0fj9tc/s320/Photo+77.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283383731502719522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SVJZgSz_x8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/OT5i4DLiQK4/s1600-h/Photo+81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SVJZgSz_x8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/OT5i4DLiQK4/s320/Photo+81.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283383724199626690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SVJZfTZLZhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/A-Cim3geSow/s1600-h/Photo+80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SVJZfTZLZhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/A-Cim3geSow/s320/Photo+80.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283383707175708178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having fun with Photo booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SVJZfF1ZjXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PnRQ-Q9BtCg/s1600-h/Photo+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SVJZfF1ZjXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PnRQ-Q9BtCg/s320/Photo+13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283383703535979890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uh...i look weird in this one. Nvr mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SVJZfA8daAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Shih0tPDyG4/s1600-h/Photo+76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SVJZfA8daAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Shih0tPDyG4/s320/Photo+76.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283383702223415298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousins- Megan, on the left. ( Or Megs for short.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                       Jaron, on the right. ( Or Jerry, for short.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SVJYyKJr2qI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7-rYdy8Qnyg/s1600-h/Photo+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SVJYyKJr2qI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7-rYdy8Qnyg/s320/Photo+12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283382931600693922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok...thats all for tonight, another Xmas party tomorrow-gd night!&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Xmas in advance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-6029096665633769352?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/6029096665633769352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=6029096665633769352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/6029096665633769352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/6029096665633769352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/12/candid.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SVJZguBMIiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/A24vp0fj9tc/s72-c/Photo+77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-8164606442047296250</id><published>2008-12-23T12:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:52:40.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SVBukc6aJ2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/YEorsfS2kvo/s1600-h/Photo+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SVBukc6aJ2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/YEorsfS2kvo/s320/Photo+7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282843935421114210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-8164606442047296250?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8164606442047296250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=8164606442047296250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8164606442047296250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8164606442047296250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/12/chloe.html' title='Chloe'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SVBukc6aJ2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/YEorsfS2kvo/s72-c/Photo+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-5159555661327905140</id><published>2008-12-23T11:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:19:23.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SVBYkBWkflI/AAAAAAAAAGc/45eqN8wH82M/s1600-h/Photo+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SVBYkBWkflI/AAAAAAAAAGc/45eqN8wH82M/s320/Photo+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282819738767228498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sis and i. In the morning, when we were still in our pj's. i'm planning to post more pics of my cousins tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-5159555661327905140?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/5159555661327905140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=5159555661327905140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/5159555661327905140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/5159555661327905140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-sis-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SVBYkBWkflI/AAAAAAAAAGc/45eqN8wH82M/s72-c/Photo+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-4585813194115848858</id><published>2008-12-23T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:06:03.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-6wc-6oII/AAAAAAAAAGU/SLElUt8a2jI/s1600-h/Photo+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-6wc-6oII/AAAAAAAAAGU/SLElUt8a2jI/s320/Photo+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282646229505450114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some random pics i decided to upload from photo booth. ok do more tomorrow. Sweet dreams! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-6owrUSxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/a0E2uDj-lHc/s1600-h/Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-6owrUSxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/a0E2uDj-lHc/s320/Photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282646097353001746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-4585813194115848858?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4585813194115848858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=4585813194115848858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/4585813194115848858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/4585813194115848858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-random-pics-i-decided-to-upload.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-6wc-6oII/AAAAAAAAAGU/SLElUt8a2jI/s72-c/Photo+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-2327941103659353494</id><published>2008-12-22T09:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:28:45.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn</title><content type='html'>lately i dunno whats going on with me- i get anxious with the very slight thing. i get mad at my sister for some slight things, and my whole body has growth spurts and it aches every now and then. i'm having mixed emotions; i ,NOW, care about what others think of me. i , NOW, like to spend time with friends and outside home or be alone in my own room and blogging or taking a walk by the playground nearby; i always want to do something adrenaline-pumping.&lt;div&gt;...and this is just the beginning, i guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whats more to come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;furthermore, why am i, like, changing like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this normal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-2327941103659353494?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2327941103659353494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=2327941103659353494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2327941103659353494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2327941103659353494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/12/torn.html' title='Torn'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-5739367182639260250</id><published>2008-12-22T09:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:22:37.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N0xjBWmhzKA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N0xjBWmhzKA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uo1aFBcJeWo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uo1aFBcJeWo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;I always feel better after listening to these songs. hope you'll enjoy it as much or more than i do. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-5739367182639260250?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/5739367182639260250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=5739367182639260250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/5739367182639260250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/5739367182639260250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-always-feel-better-after-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-6141307045019857808</id><published>2008-12-21T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:00:34.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma but not a dilemma</title><content type='html'>i shldnt be worrying about this-its totally lame.&lt;div&gt;but i feel, like i shld go out n try to socialize by myself in church. i dunno why im feeling like that-its kinda dumb. i guess ill just let time do its thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ill pray too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hope itll work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man, this whole week has been a whole week of pain. first my finger feels like a rusted nail-next;today, i woke up to find i had slight growing pains. one leg felt longer than the other. so everytime i walked, it ached slightly. well, its better than last time. last time, it was sooooooo painful tt i couldnt move. ow. ah...good night. its 11:59 now. and itll be monday soon....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;any moment now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whoo......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;almost...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, im off to bed and to pray first. night. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-6141307045019857808?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/6141307045019857808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=6141307045019857808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/6141307045019857808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/6141307045019857808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/12/dilemma-but-not-dilemma.html' title='Dilemma but not a dilemma'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-2701960504127879925</id><published>2008-12-21T08:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T09:08:36.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R0cK N RoLL</title><content type='html'>Ok! emo time's over. (Gah, typin this is gonna be hard, the plaster on my finger is making it hard to press the buttons and my whole hand has pins and needles. Pain pain pain pain...Ow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess yesterday was really negative and crappy. ah well, its yesterday's tomorrow, TODAY! And i woke up feeling kinda happy. I guess God heard my sorrowful whining yesterday. I feel loads better today, like if today was saturday, i could just jump in and start being crazy. but og course, i wouldn't do that until i know them well;well, seeing from yesterday, its not something really near. :0 But i'm gonna work on it. :D hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess yesterday was actually OKAY, its just that i made a whole big deal out of nothing. i'm actually quite thankful to some of the yf-ers that tried to help me feel welcome. I had better name some. Ah, i don't think any of the yf-ers would read this, so nothing to lose, huh? Ah. Really grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shermaine, megan, jerry, danny, joey,andrew and...yet again, forgetfulness has struck another victim...oops sorry. aah, no one's gonna read this anyway, so what the heck. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had better stop listing names- i'm gonna look weird. i mean, weirder. ( man, its like, taking forever to type this stuff.) Toods. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-2701960504127879925?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2701960504127879925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=2701960504127879925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2701960504127879925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2701960504127879925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/12/r0ck-n-roll.html' title='R0cK N RoLL'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-6188939213557985423</id><published>2008-12-20T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:21:33.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schmuck!</title><content type='html'>I am such an idiot! A total moron! A piece of schmuck! A plain goofus-doofus+goof. and to top it alllllll off a dweeb! AAAAARGH! AAAAAAARGH! AAAAARGH!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok...the reason behind my self cynicism is probably cos i'm practically furious with myself-so angry that i can knock my head against the wall for being all those names. I mean....uh...ok...time to rewind and backtrack the life track and find out why i'm SO ANGSTY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zip zip zip...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rewinding.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please wait....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok...so today was the 2nd day of me attending yf. the trouble started when i suddenly felt a wave of shy-ness splashing on me like a tsunami of idiocy! So i spent 10 ABSOLUTELY DUMB MINUTES OUTSIDE THE YF ROOM! Which totally sucked! I really AM SICK OF BEING SHY! ITS DISGUSTING! AND ....oh man...it's like i'm a slave to this torture... so anyway, the moment i summoned up some guts to enter...they all came flooding out....which then i felt like a schmuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i followed some guys here-uh found out later it was to find 2 guys which i forgot...whoops. then in the end, they found them...dunno how... and then.. i sat on this table and uh...someone from the bishan home came along, sat beside me and started talking in cantonese. and i just looked at him, like i was really interested, cos i didnt wanna be mean.  then when i loked in the other direction to look for the rest, he pulled me back and expected me to listen...so after a while, i got off and just followed the rest. then yay...first happy thing of the seemingly cloud of negativity of today! i saw kyran's sis:megan, and she halped me socialize...well...in a way. i just playe captainsball with some of them. i actually was quite good at this in school but because of shyness...i looked like i sucked big time. buuuuut...i got to at least know some more names, which i ,uh...am trying to remember...hmm lets see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Debbie,Andrew,other Andrew,Danny,Joey,Kok Weng,Shaun,....gah ...Forgot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then...ent upstairs where i wa introduced...again. i think people r starting to be sick of me being an idiot,moron,schmuck,goofus and a dweeb. I totally understand.Man... Well. 2nd good thing of this cloud of crap. uh...i met this girl called Shermaine,17 yrs old, and uh she helped me socialize a lil bit more. So i knew a bit more names-all those names above, and nathaniel,valerie,ibob,woong, and uh, ken-something...sorry. then i went home-came back for the musical with russ and my whiny sis. met kyran. the sang some christmas songs after the musical. wow. kyran's dad is really something. W.O.W. :D And uh...after that talked with russ n kyran, then the bus came and we had to cut short our little yf camp chat. then kyran went in and i went home. oh yeah, i'm typing really painfully cos i stubbed my finger against the ball today...but ah, it'll heal. Ah well. i guess i'll pray for some more self confidence. Here's to not being a lion from the wizard of oz...wooh..  :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s. i  really have to change my blog music. its scaring me. like when i was about to play hotel 626 and the adrenaline is soooo pumping, "hakuna matata" blares out from the microphhone and scares me. and just now, "super trouper'' just scared me. ... i'm easily scared. man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's song of the day: It sucks to be me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not all the time.Toods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-6188939213557985423?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/6188939213557985423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=6188939213557985423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/6188939213557985423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/6188939213557985423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/12/schmuck.html' title='Schmuck!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-1440260739705801541</id><published>2008-12-17T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T11:44:31.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepover and separator</title><content type='html'>gah...i'm really running out of invisible titles to post. anyway, the title is sleepover and separator. Sleepover.&lt;div&gt;YAY! i was kinda happ tt russ slept over at my place. first i went down at 9.29 am to bring him upstairs and dump his stuff there. then he texted me saying," can you come down now? i'll be there in 5 minutes." and it was raining and everything. so i sat on the bench and waited for 10 minutes. then i texted back,"last time i checked, 5 minutes didn't take so long". then he called me saying he was waiting at the entrance of the condo cos he didnt know if he was allowed to enter or not. so i laughed and brought him up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Brought him upstairs, blah blah blah, then played a bit of his naruto game, ate some breakfast. Then set off the zoo, much to the anger of my whiny sister.Went there, saw siamangs, a false ghavial, then it started raining. so we walked to the white tiger enclonsure. read some stuff. took some pics. pygmy hippo. then we kept seeing all the animals, this time most of them were in plain view. then on some show, the pelican crapped on the place and the penguin swam into it. LOL! then we went to the australian outback and a kangaroo hopped out of the exhibit and wee took some pics beside it. saw a lot of cute joeys. then we went for lunch at KFC. he ate a shrooms burger(a.k.a mushroom burger) and cheese fries. I ate 2 mashed potato and a 3-piece chicken meal. well, 2 piece actually, cos i gave russ a drumstick. and also gave him 1 of the 2 mashed potatoes. so we shared the cheese fries. then went i wanted to renew my sister's chicky club card, the woman looked at me like i just called her "mr shabalabadingdong". SO i said " can i renew my card?" Shabalabadingdong look again. I repeated my line, louder, and an emphasis on the "renew". same look. I was thinking,"don't tell me she's never heard of renewal". Then she said, you want to renew your card, izzit?" AAARGH! THen i was feeling hungry and bought another cheese fries to share. but then i got sick of cheese. then some lady staff there kept staring at russ like a mother would to a long-lost child. then i kept laughing cos she was in a trance. then we set off again to the fragile forest. AAAH! so many HUGE butterflies! the size of my hand. not tt scared of butterflies but they looked so big! so i kept ducking whenever one went by. saw some mousedeers. Then were really cute with doe eyes. but the lemurs freaked me out. their eyes keep staring at you so intensely. then i saw one that looked like out of a happy feet movie, minus the penguins, plus the lemurs. the hair was all messy. i kept laughing at that one. the blue pigeon was scary too. the we took some pics and went off. then russ and i were saying that someone hho got locked in the fragile forest for one night would go insane. i agree. ... creepy. then went to see some crocs. huge and vicious. then we realised we missed an animal show-the elephants. and we were too far to run there. so we went to the critters longhouse. but not before we saw some monkey that had a rainbow for a butt- i'm serious! haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the longhouse, saw a leopard cat- dont ask me for the difference. some squirrels who behaved like meercats. then some animal whose name i forgot. then some bird and then we left. we saw the poar bears. we stayed there to chill first and get out of the rain. talked a bit. went to see something else, i think the tortoises. oh yeah, we saw this huge monster orang utan . it had a massive body like a really fat and shaggy full grown male adult on his elbows and knees. it had a face like a black beehive. minus the pores. then we saw some zookeepers scolding some orang utans for escaping from the enclosure. saw a young one. it was quite hairy already. then we went walking in circles for a while and saw the statue of Ah Meng. It was really vivid. as in all the creases of her fur coat were quite visible. and her eyes were like, wise and all-knowing.ok i better stop, i'm getting all choky thinking about her. Oh yeah, to spoil this sad moment,.... the statue had golden nipples. that looked like pus out of a zit. more ew than pretty if you ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went to see some sea lion show. we sat in the front row-the splash zone-but it was raining, so basically everywhere was a splash zone. then russ listened to some melee songs. Then the rain turned into a downpour and the nearby shelter was packed. so we sloshed there in wet shoes and wet clothes to the exit. it was time to go anyway. we were holding umbrellas, if you needed to know. and the trip wasnt that short actually. it just seems short by my blogging. but i dont intend to blog about EVERYTHING. so we went to the gift shop for 10 minutes, ate some ice cream. Mine was cookies and cream. he's was come new york chocollate fudge. took off my shoes to dry them off. so i sat there in some wet black ankle socks. then a peacock walked by and i moved away and left wet footprints. saw a group of japanese girls. they were wearing some checkered skirt and buttoned top with knee socks. kinda cute but taller then the average-height girls i see in school. then we ran to the bus and took it to ang mo kio. took a train to bishan. walked to my grandma's place. had dinner. talked with russ and played with my cousin.then we went back home to bishan loft, bathed, played the psp-2 of them and set up his mattress bed on the floor. But i got really pissed when my sister wasted 2 hours of my sleepover by talking and playing the psp with him. so i yelled at her and my mum made her go to bed since it was already 11.o.clock. then we played a bit more. talked. read comics, used my mac for his msn thing and then it was lights out. by then it was already 1.o.clock. we were feeling drained but not tired. theres a difference. so we chatted abot our prev school. like, there was this teacher who had a face like a bulldog. we used to call her BDF. Bull-Dog-Face. Haha. she was like an old lady. well, she was one. but she was never respected. because she always shouted at people, or growled at them( like a bulldog). so she was my music teacher in primary 1. then when she entered the room, we never listened to her. some people talked loudly. some used handphones. some even played catch! i, uh, played beyblade. you know, that spin-top thing? yeah, it was all the rage during that time. it was so funny to see her in this state but i kinda feel sympathetic for her now. she left the school already, if you're wondering. Then we talked about russ's primary 1 killer teacher. She was like the demon-spawn in-training or something. should be a matador or something. haha...she pinched students and once, when i came to deliver some note to her,she made me go out the room and deliver it to her 5 times, because, guess what? i didn't say her name loud enough, or i knocked the door too soft or some crap reason like that. She was said to have resigned( at what? age 30 plus?!), but i seriously think she was fired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; then we talked and laughed until our throats were dry and just slept, at 2.30 am. then next day, i woke up at 8 to find him still sleeping and making "mek mek" noises. so i played the psp for half an hour until i went out to eat breakfast. he came out at 9. after eating, we bathed, played a bit more, then ate nasi lemak for lunch, then left downstairs to the exercise place and then, to the playground to do the stone path/foot reflexology thing. it seriously hurt, but since russ was flat-footed, he could run on it, and feel only a little bit of pain. then we went to these stepping platforms by the swimming pool and talked a bit more and dropped our legs into the water and let them swirl. then at 3, we went to the mini-arcade and walked around, went to the reading room, read this treasure bible thing, played psp, drank (for him, miranda orange;for me, mountain dew)))even we were not supposed to)) and played( yes i know, its really bad, but my mum kept the psp already so no worries.) then we went upstairs to watch gorgeous tiny chicken machine show and some random videos, read comics agin, chatted for a short lerioud of time, played a little bit more, then he packed his stuff and i went with him to the bus stop to send him off. then he left and i went to my grandma;s place for dinner. End of sleepover. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Separators.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh! i went to the orthodontist yesterday to put on separators. for the first few hours, it was a bit uncomfortable, but now it aches cos its shifting my teeth. hopefully i dont need an extraction for my 2 vampire teeth. guh! just one more week...til i get braces. Man.... oh well...time for lunch. Bye! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-1440260739705801541?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1440260739705801541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=1440260739705801541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/1440260739705801541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/1440260739705801541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleepover-and-separator.html' title='sleepover and separator'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-2261535931200147593</id><published>2008-12-11T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:47:06.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff you realize when you're a teen, and a pre-youth</title><content type='html'>Wow...long title, but u probably can't see it. thanks to my idiotic blogskin. which i m too lazy to change. sheesh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, being me, king of the sarcasm-mites,which sums it up as sarasMITES. awesome right?  (shows how creative i am.) And also being king of the randoMonsters, or randoMorians if you will, i have been blog-surfing and i've kinda seen how christians who go to church regularly have blogs crammed with church stuff, like lettuce sticking out on a burger. In many ways, it is a good thing.  ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But...i have only attended youth only once, probably i was away for the next one, and tt it was pre-camp for the next one. n i wasnt attending camp. mum problems. and i couldnt attend the next one cos they would be still in church camp. so i'm going for the next one. which seems pretty far come to think of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uh...i think i kinda appreciate being a teen, or pre-teen. since i'm only 13. But...i really need to treasure my youth...or pre-youth. i've seen how bad my grandma's leg paralysis is. And how much hair my granddad's losing. And how many hairs my dad has that is turning uh...platinum-blonde.Go check it out. He envies how fast my head hair grows. And how bad my mum's body feels when she's done the housework. And i have a pretty normal body tt functions as usual. But i have this thing about being young. i like it...so i better make new friends and hope that life moves its foot forward like a tortoise. which is probably why i like Mika's songs so much. It's so youth-y and energetic and young-y. Ah. i'll post a vid so u guys can check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps. i have really embarassing memories in my head-which i really wanna erase and slice off like a butcher and piece of meat or a fishguy with a piece of...uh...fish. ok, i better stop with the crazy puns now. uh...i'm gonna drink coffee b4 the next yf and see what happens, cos i'm king of the randoMonsters. Ok... WOrd of the day..is...you guessed it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"YOUNG"!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; awesome right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALright,i'll stop being craz-yyYYYYy. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have fun listening. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace kelly. My fave song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mC9UzFhNlbA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mC9UzFhNlbA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lollipop, my second fave song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh...i dunno why its not copying. Just click on this link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 48px; white-space: pre; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=4Ysna4K7MLM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;click on this link, youngies.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-2261535931200147593?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2261535931200147593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=2261535931200147593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2261535931200147593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2261535931200147593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/12/stuff-you-realize-when-youre-teen-and.html' title='Stuff you realize when you&apos;re a teen, and a pre-youth'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-8771353517355544064</id><published>2008-12-09T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:08:27.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post</title><content type='html'>YAY!!! 100th post! I'm just blogging for the sake of it. Yay! 100th post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah i just thought of some funny stuff tt i wanted to blog about. Some conversations that i had when i was in melbourne and one yesterday. Kinda funny,i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)(M,stands for me, T,stands for my aunt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:Hey you know we saw uncle daniel?( in melbourne)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T:No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T:NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:Uh, WE saw uncle daniel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T:OH...i saw him at the lift lobby just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M:??? He's in melbourne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T:Oh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LALALALALA. ok not that funny,but i'm bored. listening to josiah leming's grace kelly. Aye! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-8771353517355544064?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8771353517355544064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=8771353517355544064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8771353517355544064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8771353517355544064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/12/100th-post.html' title='100th post'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-2770221633551454388</id><published>2008-12-09T10:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:00:31.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>countering the phobias</title><content type='html'>Ok man, my ornithophobia is soooooo getting outta hand. I can ven sit and be still when i know theres a seagull near me. Or when i'm at the mackenzie galls and i cant leave cos theres a magpie on one of the stepping-stones. Or when there are pigeons all around the void deck and im petrified. or when there are a couple of crows and ravens roosting right in front of KFC and i would rather take the long way in-that is to say,the back gate,-just to avoid those masses of black evil.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant even be near  A FREAKING SPARROW WHEN IM SITTING DOWN TO LUNCH!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is getting so out of hand. and i think its turning to something really detrimental or something.i dont even think i can go to jurong bird park,without a big group of friends or my family. i always bottle this up from my family. i would share it with my friends.which is kinda bad-cos blood runs thicker than water, and i shld be closer to my family... ... ... .. . oh well. im working on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im also countering my acrophobia. every time i look down from an escalator on the way to the 6th floor and its suspended, like if the escalator shld disintegrate, you cant even reach out to hold the wal cos its so far away, my handz would sweat and i would feel sick ad woozy. i can even see the sticky outlines of my hands on the escalator railing. I obviously cant summon the guts to go bungee-jumping or skydiving. i'll die from fright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah...i hope i can vanquish these gears before i'm a full fledged adult. oh well.IT sucks to be me! From avenue q! LOL :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'll steal russ's impromptu poem for this post-sorry dude, i owe you one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back from melbourne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im pretty sunburned.( which is false of cos, since itwas so cold,)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw a lot of magpies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fire and ice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to go to camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary had a little lamb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, i better go now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-2770221633551454388?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2770221633551454388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=2770221633551454388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2770221633551454388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2770221633551454388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/12/countering-phobias.html' title='countering the phobias'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-1575734045262059875</id><published>2008-12-09T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:45:38.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah</title><content type='html'>I feel really giulty tt im not in camp. i should be. I mean, theres no reason i shldnt be. except for the one where my mum says a big fat NO. and all the other yf-ers are going. even my friends from the other churches are either going, or have went. Pfft. Oh well, pray for next year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ill blog about my melbourne trip another time. oh yeah had a series of wacko dreams during the trip. Ahem ahem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I was going for some news reporting thingy, something like every kid whoever went to ACT 3 international has to go. probably triggered by the news of the mumbai terrorism. So sad...im gonna pray for them..., then,uh, there was this riot right behind my turn cos xinwei,from school, was crying cos his shoes were painted white. major LOL. Wasnt even thinking about him or sota tt day. then i morphed into that 10 brothers guy- the one with the biceps,then started smacking away chinese soldiers, which looked suspiciously like a lot of tan people i know. then i teleported to a time in yf where we had come back from a soccer match. that was cos i was griping abt not being able to go to camp, but i dont get the soccer part. why did i even go?  i dont even like soccer. Then...uh...i woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-1575734045262059875?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1575734045262059875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=1575734045262059875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/1575734045262059875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/1575734045262059875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/12/gah.html' title='Gah'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-8760279031132577066</id><published>2008-12-01T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T09:59:00.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life sucks</title><content type='html'>life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;and im confused.&lt;br /&gt;and dazed.&lt;br /&gt;and mad.&lt;br /&gt;and im having pretty mixed emotions.&lt;br /&gt;im in melbourne now n the computer i musing is runniong outta time.explain next time. i just wish life would change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna scream out  all of my anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ceap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-8760279031132577066?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8760279031132577066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=8760279031132577066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8760279031132577066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8760279031132577066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-sucks.html' title='life sucks'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-2393498847494622699</id><published>2008-11-24T10:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:15:01.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAH!</title><content type='html'>GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIFE IS SO...AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GGGGGGAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. life goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-2393498847494622699?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2393498847494622699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=2393498847494622699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2393498847494622699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2393498847494622699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/11/gah.html' title='GAH!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-229080959241849536</id><published>2008-11-22T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:18:21.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth fellowship</title><content type='html'>Well....today i went for yf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and...it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ROCKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Uh...so i came an hour earlier cos i thought christina said 3 'o' clock. Turns out its actually 4 'o'clock. so...i waited at a void deck for an hour. yes i know-ginormous waste of precious time. ok...i promise to clear out my drawers by tomorrow. man...i hate new years when you have to pack up stuff. gah.... so anyway...then i went inside and then started viewing the walls for some friends and then christina went down the lift with one friend-and i just tagged along. cos hey coudnt find the yf room. so...i followed them to their clubhouse thing...and then this guy-who, man, i'm so sorry, i forgot his name, was like so friendly...and i was there feeling like an idiot who was,y'know, shy. then i went in, st down and started intro-ing myself to this guy who suddenly asked who i was. and i saw caroline-my old awana friend- and a couple of kindergarten friends. then...we started of by a quartet of songs-ok its probably not a quartet,i just like to make it sound fancy. it was 4 songs, i think...and i was like, just saying them out and trying to follow-cos i didn't know the tune-well there was one, but only 1.  then we got split into small groups and since i was new, i was in this group who consisted of my two kindergarten friends, uh...4 other guys...and a few girls who , i'm sorry again, i forgot their names. i only remember some names like, joel,ben,zack(sorry if wrong spelling) and uh..elizabeth,olivia and um...tts all. i think it was joel who knew some guys from sota...then...uh we went to play some games at various stations. then...uh the first game you have to split some bible verses into 3 categories-king, priest, and prophet. after that, we got a couple wrong and had to do some stuff. i'm sorry but i'm really tired now. then another game like taboo.then another like saboteur. then another game that invlves the stacking of cards to form a pyramid. then songs again,debrief, hello its ryan-the new guy...h hi hi hi hi hi hi hi...then i talked to jerry,i think he;s in charge, about today and the registration for the camp thing. sorry if im not specific or sound extremely rude..but its past 11. and i'm tired. oh well. Good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-229080959241849536?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/229080959241849536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=229080959241849536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/229080959241849536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/229080959241849536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/11/youth-fellowship.html' title='Youth fellowship'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-8315033489451527749</id><published>2008-11-22T08:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:58:58.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous</title><content type='html'>Oh man....remember when i said i was gonna go to yf right?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i still have not went.&lt;br /&gt;Well its not my fault? I"m really really super very nervous about going to a place where i know only 4 people-only 1 reasonably well. well...it all started when russ and i were talking about christianity. then i suddenly decided to join yf. I thinkit was becoz i felt like i as losing faith...i had moments of uncertainty and doubts to which i shamely confess. I feel that if i go to church ofter for worship, i can regain my faith. ...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still so nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Cosi'm planning to go today. AAAAAAAAAArgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging always made me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved roller coasters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-8315033489451527749?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8315033489451527749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=8315033489451527749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8315033489451527749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8315033489451527749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/11/nervous.html' title='Nervous'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-1578268850807965552</id><published>2008-11-20T18:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:06:11.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizies</title><content type='html'>Instructions:1. Do the "Letter MEME".2. Tag no less than 5 other people.3. Then copy the "How-to" Letter Meme, and finish your Journal entry.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Template:Dear (the last person who text messaged you):I don't really know how to tell you this, but (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) (11).(12),-Your name-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kbob - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. -EmotionalOne&lt;br /&gt;Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;House - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with the template!!!!!!! Okay so "Nikki" was the last "friend" to sms me. Ok here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Nikki&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know how to tell you this, but, our romance is over . I think i realised it when your dog ran amok under a state of trance and i saw you carve your initials into my avocado plant . I'm sure you're frostbitten enough to understand that santa doesnt exist . I'm returning the couch cushions to you, but i'll keep your mom as a memory. You should also know that I told in my confession today about eggplant-fetishism.&lt;br /&gt;Go and drown yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously i don't mean it. Its just a joke, however bad it is. Ah.. sorry anyway. :) Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-1578268850807965552?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1578268850807965552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=1578268850807965552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/1578268850807965552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/1578268850807965552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/11/quizies.html' title='Quizies'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-5491358540487372455</id><published>2008-11-20T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:19:53.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzz</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah i had a few weird dreams thes few nights. ok the first one was wacked. i dreamt that daniel radcliffe was my brother and emma watson( hermione) was his bodyguard, and i was talking to him about life. i think it was triggered by me saying i wished i had a cooler brother. Yeah tts about all for the first dream. the second one was a bit weird but i knew how i got it.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt i was in a carpark-probably triggered by ehub, in downtown east, and i was a vampire-a 15 year old one. I had killed edward cullen-sorry girls!!!! and was battling sme vampire called jasper. He was huge and really hard to defeat, and i was biting and gnashing at him.(triggred by some twilight trailers and seeing a copy at the suntec bookfest recently and a few copies at christie's house. Then as i was battling jasper, my whole arm morphed into an artificial arm with all the gizmos and cannons with wires and battery packs and all, and i punched jasper and he flew back thru the wall, triggered by my sister's transformers game in her psp. Then he turned into a REAL VAMPIRE, one with claws and wings and giantfeet with overgrown fangs and small slits for eyes. He was snarling and saliva dripping and all that. triggered by the mention of van helsing in yuru's blog. Then suddenly a helmet wrapped around my head, as jasper/dracula lunged at my head, then my arm formed arm guards and my hand suddenly had this giant sword with 5 gems in it. Was wearing a chain mail sleeveless with a shirt underneath, and also giant slippers and knee guards with shorts. SO..as jasper/dracula, jaspercula, was still biting my helmet, i swung my sword and slammed him up into the ceiling and through it. Triggered by another game in my sister's psp-brave story. Then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;... uh i've gotta go now-gotta pick my sister up from class. tell you the other fream another time-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-5491358540487372455?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/5491358540487372455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=5491358540487372455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/5491358540487372455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/5491358540487372455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/11/zzz.html' title='Zzz'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-7299229285760625079</id><published>2008-11-20T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:45:18.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizy</title><content type='html'>ok..i just found out christie tagged me to do a quiz but i couldn't see the post cos it was so piled up on top by other posts-wow,she can really update. ok i'm doing the quiz, then i'm gonna read a book. here goes:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1]What kind of person are you? &lt;br /&gt;A...um.. i dunno...a relatively "ok" guy? i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2]Have you ever stead with someone before? &lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3]Have you ever tried smoking? &lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4]Who is your 1st boyfriend? &lt;br /&gt;don't have, never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5]Who is your last boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;See answer to question 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6]What is your greatest wish? &lt;br /&gt;To live a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7]If you have a choice, would you want to have a boyfriend? &lt;br /&gt;uh! i give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8]If a hunk woos you, would you accept him? &lt;br /&gt;why is this quiz so girly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9]Do you love your family? &lt;br /&gt;Of course. except my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10]Do you love your friends? &lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11]How much do you want for your pocket money? &lt;br /&gt;i get 15 bucks per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12]If you only have $1 now, What would you do with it? &lt;br /&gt;go downstairs and buy an orange miranda drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13]If your boyfriend wanted to break up with you, would you cry? &lt;br /&gt;F**k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14]What is your favourite song? &lt;br /&gt;A dream is a wish your heart makes-remix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15]Who is your favourite singer? &lt;br /&gt;Dunno..maybe david archuleta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16]Do you like reading magazines? &lt;br /&gt;Depends on the magazines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18]Do you prefer a guy who is the same age as you or a guy who is older than you? &lt;br /&gt;F**king none!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19]Are your grandparents still living on this Earth? &lt;br /&gt;On my father's side, not anymore. On my mother's side, both of them are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20]Do you love your grandparents? &lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[21]What kind of movies do you like to watch? &lt;br /&gt;comedy,horror,adventure,fighting genre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22]Have you tried eating raw food? &lt;br /&gt;uh...sushi? or seaweed? i really have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23]What is your favourite food? &lt;br /&gt;Western!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[24]What is the name of your first pet? &lt;br /&gt;6 parrotfish. but my uncle had a longneck turtle called rocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[25]What is your favourite instrument? &lt;br /&gt;i play only the piano-but  don't like it that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[26]Who is the person that you last called? &lt;br /&gt;My mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[27]Who is the person you last chatted in msn? &lt;br /&gt;not allowed to download msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[28]Who last tagged your blog, and why did that person tag your blog? &lt;br /&gt;Russ. He simply stated that my blog was a dead one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[29]Have you ever tried to dye your hair? &lt;br /&gt;No. But it might be fun. i mean, for theatrical purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[30]How many piercing holes are there on your both ears?&lt;br /&gt;Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[31]What is your favourite colour? &lt;br /&gt;Blue,white. I think they are extremely soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[32]How many links are there in your blog? &lt;br /&gt;uh..gimme a sec. 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[33]Who is your last link? &lt;br /&gt;My sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[34]Who is your 1st link?&lt;br /&gt;Lucas from my previous school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[35]Who is the middle of your links? &lt;br /&gt;Can't be bothered to. i'm tired of lame questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[36]In all the links, who is closest to you? &lt;br /&gt;Uh...depends on how long i've known that person. Uh...dunno &gt;.&lt; russ? oldest friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[37]In all the links, is there any person who is younger then you? &lt;br /&gt;Yes, sam, my sister,nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[38]In all the links, is there any person who is older than 20 years old? &lt;br /&gt;Mr jae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[39]In all the links, is there any person who is the same age as you? &lt;br /&gt;Duh, almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[40]How many links do you want to have? &lt;br /&gt;More.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[41]If your best friend betrayed you, what will you do? &lt;br /&gt;I will get upset, then set out to know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[42]Have you ever fallen in love with food? &lt;br /&gt;uh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[43]When will you feel sad? &lt;br /&gt;When i'm lonely and there's no one listening for a looooooong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[44]Have you ever regretted doing some things? &lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[45]What is your ambition? &lt;br /&gt;To get a god job in the future. A bit far-fetched but its still an ambition. oh yeah, and to get into princeton university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[46]Do you like guys who are romantic? &lt;br /&gt;Blahblahblah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[47]In what situation will you feel that you are unloved? &lt;br /&gt;When I'm excluded from conversations/outings, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[48]Have you ever failed doing something? &lt;br /&gt;Of COURSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[49]Who is your idol? &lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[50]Who is your best friend? &lt;br /&gt;God. and below that comes russ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo! Finito! Uh i will tag the next few people who tag on my cbox. That will teach them to read my posts thoroughly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-7299229285760625079?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/7299229285760625079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=7299229285760625079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/7299229285760625079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/7299229285760625079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/11/quizy.html' title='quizy'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-7991822349044709888</id><published>2008-11-20T10:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:50:46.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape theme park</title><content type='html'>so, today i went to escape theme park(my very first time!!!), with bennett,mccoy,christie,sam,anisha and nikki who came later but never entered the place. i took a train to pasir ris(i'm so proud of myself. my very first time!) Then we saw bennett eating an ice cream. then christie showed up and anisha texted me to say she and mccoy were already on the way, at tanah merah mrt. so we waited and i went to the toilet and when i came out, i saw them. then we went to escape theme park, with mccoy teasing anisha and resulting in her chasing him. then we walked through downtown east and then to escape theme park. pretty nice place actually; a shame its too small.We bought our tickets-me and sam still being "children" cos we were still 12, and the rest had to pay the adult fee for being 13. Haha! age comes with a price. literally. then...We took this ride where you have to get in a capsule and rotate and revolve at the same time. it was kinda relaxing except for one part, where you feel butterflies in your stomach. Next we went to the daytona go-kart.the queue, as anisha said would be too long afterward so we went to queue up first. After 20 mins, we got into the go-karts.ok. heres the description.&lt;br /&gt;There are two lanes.&lt;br /&gt; First was mcoy,then christie, followed by anisha. Beside it was another lane, with benett,sam and i inside. sam was first in the lane, then me in a black number "16" go-kart. bennett was last in a red number " 21". Then they sounded the horn and we went off, in this order: mccoy,christie,anisha,sam,me,bennett. So once we started off, we have to wind around this spiral carpark-like thing.i was behind anisha cos sam had quickly overtook her. Sam's a tasmanian devil. I remained last second until the next round when bennett overtook me. So i stepped more on the accelerator and tried to overtake him and anisha. So he was on the right side,trying to overtake her, and i was on the left. and anisha was sandwiched between us, the go-kart grinding against ours. She was screaming and we were laughing at her,cos she sounded so pathetic. oops, sorry anisha. Then i overtook both her and bennett, cos i think they bot got in each other's way. So my next opponents were christie.mccoy and sam. But it was nearing the finishing time where we have to go down a slope. So i went down and, just my luck, both sam and christie were at the side;sam, being the T. devil he is, rammed her from behind and she ground the go-kart against the wall. So i laughed out loud-l.o.l.- and tried to overtake mccoy but he had already stopped at the finishing line. So i came in second, followed by,i think, christie,then sam, anisha, bennett. So we were laughing as we got off.Next ride was the superman ride. basically you have to lie down on this platform and they will put some protective bars over your head and your legs and uncomfortably against this support that is place up between your legs. Then, you start and wow! You really feel like your flying. The thing only lasted 5 mins, then we got off to go to the family coaster which was really babyish cos it was so short. Next was the viking ship, which mccoy and anisha said i looked constipated cos i was grimacing the whole time. seriously, you cant believe how high that thing goes. it goes really up high for 10 MINUTES!!! And i was sitting one seat after the end. But it was fun,nevertheless and i went again. Then we had lunch at burger king. I got a BK chicken with fries and a sprite. So we had lunch and then we went to queue for the wet and wild ride.For this ride, you get into two-seater boats and start. You turn around a bend and go up a short slope and go down and water splashed all over you. i was at the back, so i got most of the water. but also, most of the thrill. Then, we turn around a few more bends and see skulls, giant turtles and a giant octopus and go up a really tall 15 meter slope and see the whole park, for 4 seconds before you plunge down. The slope isn't really all that, so you just go down really fast-no butterflies in your stomach or anything. Then we went again,this time with christie and mccoy, who videotaped the viking ship and the wet ride for us;ill put it up another time. Then sam and i went first, sam at the back this time, followed by christie and anisha, christie in front, then mccoy and bennett, with mccoy in front. So splash splash splash, and the ride was over. i bought a quick handphone pouch before i went to change clothes but the insides of my shoes were wet, so too bad then! Then we left to go watch madagascar 2. it was kinda funny i guess. Then we sent sam off to the bus stop, then walked to christie's house where we waited for the rain to stop. i dropped a bag of snacks on the way, but i had this feeling that i had dropped something and it was there and few meters back. So we went to her house, went to her room and played with here light orb thing. then mcoy and nikki were on the bed and we were laughing cos we were imagining a quiz, asking who was last in your bed? mccoy and nikki. HAHAHA! then, we-anisha,bennett,nikki and i left to the pasir ris bus interchange. anisha had to leave first so we said bye to her and bennett,mccoy,nikki and i went to white sands food court to eat. we all ordered chicken rice to eat, except bennett who ate fries. but then he ate nikki's rice later. then i got a mountain dew drink which spluttered all over my ants, making it look like i had an accident. then we watched cantonese kung fu panda in another shop for a short while and mccoy said once again, i looked like a tourist with a cap and plastic bag and sling bag. then since bennett lived nearby, he left next. nikki,mccoy and i took the train. then we went to the mrt and then i was talking and looking behind and then, i had this feeling that something bad was gonna happen, so i turned around and almost smacked into those metal poles for holding onto. well..i didn't smack into it, but my hand lashed out instinctively and i got a bruise for smacking it against the pole. then this couple started stifling laughs at me  and i was feeling really embarrassed and was also laughing at the same time. then nikki left at tampinese mrt and mccoy and i took the train back,he to admiralty and i to bishan. we went thru our videos and he kept playing my handphone game. hes obsessed with need for speed, i guess. then i left at bishan and walked home. The end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-7991822349044709888?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/7991822349044709888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=7991822349044709888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/7991822349044709888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/7991822349044709888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/11/escape-theme-park.html' title='Escape theme park'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-2655406607633694228</id><published>2008-11-20T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:09:03.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spray wars</title><content type='html'>Man, so looooooong since i last updated. think i should update before i forget everything tt has happened to me so far...so last saturday...russ invited hansel and i to his church's pre-camp thing. uh..basically you have to go around playing games that involves you blasting other ppl with water. so...i reached toa payoh hub first and waited and tried to get a water bottle out of a vending machine but it wont work, so i gave up and hey presto, he just decided to show up. so i asked him why i ws there first. he was like, yeah. typical. so,then, we wee walking around tt spot and then saw his cousin whom i started laughing at cos i remember what i said about him last time. then we took a bus there and i was grinning like an idiot cos i was laughing at russ's face and my own thoughts. then we reached, saw some of his youth guys over there, then went to the park nearby. then saw some people that were pretty friendly. uh..oops..cant remember their names-sorry. then, we were waiting for hansel to show up. needless to say,he did..but after 10 mins. then he was like, haha! ryan lim's here! i can kill him. so i told him ok.  then we took a bus there and i sent some songs from russ's phone to mine.then russ took the swing at the park's playground. and i beat russ in the monkey barrs! YeaH! blah blahblahalbhalbalahblahblahblah then i saw dionne and some of the other youth people and then there was an intro, where rus smearedpaint all over his face,ok everyone did that, then i just smeared grren over my cheeks and russ helped me do a venom eye on,uh, my eye. then theres this game where you have to guide this v.i.p around without the newspaper he's wearing around his neck,get wet. and we were armed with the all-powerful....thing that is used to spray plants! which turned out to be pretty useful. but then i saw a bumble bee and panicked. needless to say,my team won and then the next game ,we switched terrorists, and the counter-terrorists. we uh won again. then the next gme, your supposed to find thses 2 lego bloacks-white and black. i found one white one immediately. but we al couldnt find the black one.  which turned out to be in some bunch of foliage. uh next game was tt you were supposed to protect this dude and spray all enemies with your spray-gun thingy. if you could call a housetool a gun. anyway, we won this round, then this guy, if im not wrong,russ told me his name was ivan, who uh..sprayed my pants with water and said, haha you wet your pants. to which i replied,haha.&lt;div&gt;then we had a mini-picnic after that when we talked to some other dude who was called....eugene,if im not wrong again...uh sorry if i got the name wrong. then russ brought me to the bus stop and i took the bus to toa payoh hub with his cousin, (remember, my face still looks a mess.) then this woman was staring at my face throughout the whole train ride. then i got home and looked in a mirror. in short,i looked like i was caught i an explosion. then i bathed and read a book. the end for tt day. yes! got it off my chest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-2655406607633694228?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2655406607633694228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=2655406607633694228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2655406607633694228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/2655406607633694228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/11/spray-wars.html' title='Spray wars'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-4476458763495377551</id><published>2008-11-11T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:36:04.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog's birthday</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BLOG! 1 YEAR OLD!!! wooh!!!!! OK, im done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-4476458763495377551?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4476458763495377551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=4476458763495377551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/4476458763495377551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/4476458763495377551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-blogs-birthday.html' title='My blog&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-6519509955071149650</id><published>2008-11-02T16:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:11:33.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole Chapter on "Um"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Um...This post is gonna be awkward. More awkward than the time i went...ok you get the idea...but lemme get this off my chest...hooboy....here goes...gah. Oh well,you can read now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;sigh.&gt;&lt;/SIGH.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Now that school's over,  i think we really appreciate how much SOTA has done for us, but mostly,(for me), its all my friends that i really miss, even the annoyance of romit. Sorry dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; I miss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Sam being hyper around everyone and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Justine hugging me.Aw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Mccoy's "FRIENDLY" greetings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Christie's sweet comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Denise's laughs at my jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Anisha's sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;And much much more but i cant blog about it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;My friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Oh oh i'm not gay or anything. This is, like brotherly and sisterly love. Nothing romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;K? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;... i miss all you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;2 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;2 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;2minths...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-6519509955071149650?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/6519509955071149650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=6519509955071149650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/6519509955071149650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/6519509955071149650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/11/whole-chapter-on-um.html' title='A Whole Chapter on &quot;Um&quot;'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-3727688891154277912</id><published>2008-11-01T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:07:06.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ok...just decided to do a quiz on yu ru's and nikki's blog. Here goes. Brace yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. If you had a choice, what language would you want to learn? Why?&lt;br /&gt;French. I think it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. What do you want the most now?&lt;br /&gt;To eat lunch. With more chili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Who are the people you trust most?&lt;br /&gt;sam(If the secret is super-private.),Christie,Justine, Ian,isaac,Denise. Sorry,other guys. No,really. I'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Do you think you're confident enough?&lt;br /&gt;Guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Five characteristics you can NEVER tolerate.&lt;br /&gt;Backstabbing,Blackmailing,Desporado-ness,really really annoying everyday annoying-ness,bitchyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. What's your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;To at leat, go to the zoo with sam and denise and to escape theme park with at least Christie,Mccoy,Justine and Anisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Ten things about you.&lt;br /&gt;1)Crazy&lt;br /&gt;2) Treasure friendship.&lt;br /&gt;3)Can be annoying at times.&lt;br /&gt;4)Worrywart.&lt;br /&gt;5)Bookworm.&lt;br /&gt;6)Love theatre.&lt;br /&gt;7)Love school.&lt;br /&gt;8)Love books that are about teens and their lives.&lt;br /&gt;9)Love plays that are about teens and their lives.&lt;br /&gt;10)Avenue Q. Heh. I'm not sick or any other crap ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. What feeling do you like the most?&lt;br /&gt;Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. What are your requirements for your other half?&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Being told very LAME AND STUPID JOKES OR INSULTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you cherish every single friendship?&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you want the most now?&lt;br /&gt;To leave a legacy or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you think are the most important things in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Friendship,food,laughter,fun,self-control and self-discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who do you hope will always be there for you?&lt;br /&gt;Christie. :) Dont get any ideas.&lt;br /&gt;15. Who are your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Sam,Justine,Christie,Anisha,Mccoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who cares for you the most?&lt;br /&gt;My parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Other than yourself, who do you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;My mum.&lt;br /&gt;18. Who makes you smile when you're down?&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If God allowed you one wish to be fulfilled, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;To fly.&lt;br /&gt;20. What would/do you like to do when you're with your other half?&lt;br /&gt;Again. Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your status?&lt;br /&gt;Single. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;22. How many hours do you sleep?&lt;br /&gt;8 hours,roughly.&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you own a laptop or cellphone?&lt;br /&gt;Both.Macbook and sony ericsson W980. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Hsm 3. Haha. The world's turned upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Last food you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Your dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;To venise,Los angeles for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Have you been in love?&lt;br /&gt;Uh... forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you miss anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;going to. Ramsay and crystal. (Ramsay more.) :(&lt;br /&gt;11. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;The newpaper guy's crappy horn-sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you collect anything?&lt;br /&gt;Theme park maps and brochures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Last time you took a shower?&lt;br /&gt;3 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever liked someone so much that it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you ever broken someone's heart?&lt;br /&gt;Think so. But unintentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you could go back in time and change things, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What's in your mind?&lt;br /&gt;How long this quiz is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who do you like?&lt;br /&gt;Friends and family. So cheesey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What was the last SMS you received?&lt;br /&gt;From christina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;No and i never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who is on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Just blank,black space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Auntie cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who is/was the last person to tag on your blog?&lt;br /&gt;Denise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. When is the best time to eat ice-cream?&lt;br /&gt;On a hot day;at the beach;with your friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Slack a little. Watch videos. Read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Were you a nerd in 5th grade?&lt;br /&gt;Have no idea whats 5th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you ever been on TV?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever loved someone so much that you're willing to sacrifice your life for him/her?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. 3 things about you:&lt;br /&gt;Funny,Friendly-to friends,sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;30. What's bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;That next year is still so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What are you thinking about?&lt;br /&gt;Whens lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Best childhood memories?&lt;br /&gt;Fear and joy.&lt;br /&gt;33. 5 of your biggest fears?&lt;br /&gt;1)Birds.&lt;br /&gt;2)Heights.&lt;br /&gt;3)Supernatural that can harm you.&lt;br /&gt;4)Betrayed by all your friends.&lt;br /&gt;5) T*****d. only mccoy and christie know this one, but keep it to yourselves please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. How many kids do you want to have?&lt;br /&gt;Too young to think about this. But...2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who will/would you marry?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Alaska or Hawaii?&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you love chocolates?&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Your favourite fairytale?&lt;br /&gt;The magic porridge pot. Oh wait, if thats not a fairy tale, then maybe peter pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Words for today?&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy life while the going's good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-3727688891154277912?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/3727688891154277912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=3727688891154277912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/3727688891154277912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/3727688891154277912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-6268600681885712186</id><published>2008-10-30T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:42:43.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XFkzd0fSv_8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XFkzd0fSv_8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-6268600681885712186?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/6268600681885712186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=6268600681885712186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/6268600681885712186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/6268600681885712186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/10/object-width425-height344.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-1312843417649206027</id><published>2008-10-30T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:41:58.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; 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know who created this line,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; fine, no one created this line. i made it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;uo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; but it was inspired by something that i heard last time. i dunno why i suddenly wanna post about my friends; maybe it was because of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;hsiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;shan's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; entry about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;,who is in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;sydney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; now( sigh) or maybe,no offense meant;that cheesy song about true friends by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;montana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;,( who i have, and never will be a fan of) ((long story.)) this post will be about all the little nice things that my friends have done. either for me, or things that i have appreciated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, here goes. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;P.s. and, oh yeah, chill guys, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; no criticism inside, so you guys can read without feeling hurt or anything, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;y'know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;? and this is what i really feel, even if it is all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;corney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; and cheesy. well...you can read now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thanks to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mccoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;christie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, for making me laugh, like, countless times, and for taking the train home with me today. thanks. To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;mccoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, for your interesting morning greetings everyday. to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;christie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; for being so sweet every day;not just me, but to everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;aww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.. thanks you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sam, for making me laugh with you about....stuff. and also for sharing same views with me. calling me chipmunk, oh wait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; bad,oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;nvr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; mind. and also for being like a best friend to me. thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Justine, nikki and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;anisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, for laughing at my, sometimes NOT witty but sarcastic jokes. to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, for laughing at my "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;cannibalistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;" jokes. (that was a joke). And...to anisha; mccoy's half-sister, for, like, being the girl that obviously is not scared of boys. haha.  and physically showing it.To nikki, for being random and laughing wackily at everyone( good thing). :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Krish and ramsay, for being the funniest dudes i know in sota. you guys are all crazy, in a funny way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Denise, for laughing at every single joke i cracked( even though some of mine were quite lame) and agreeing with me about _ _ _ _h. Thaaaaank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Zahra, for being the girl that is sarcastically funny and cracks cool jokes,not all the time, but funny nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Leonard, Bennett, and Yu Ru for being like the coolest dancers, and possibly the wackiest, i have ever seen. to Leonard, for being LEONARD. to bennett, for staying chillax mode everytime and also small low-fives almost everyday. to Yu Ru, my  unofficial half-bro for being cool and awesome in the breakdancing "show".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ian and natalie, for being very fun,nice and cool, all roller into one, to hang around with. To ian, for being like, the funny and awesome friend, who shows me songs and helps me with maths. To natalie, who doesnt scold me maniacally even when i prank her with the "hey look, its ian" joke. Or when i shoot her the eye-shifting look between her and ian. and for asking me for homework and being the random elvis presley-fanatic in class. great artist and author too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh crap, my mums calling me. better exit now before she starts yelling. sorry if i forgot some people; promise to add you in another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ryan :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;P.s. ill post some pics of christie and mccoy tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;P.p.s. Mccoy, go create a blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;P.p.p.s some helpful liks_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;www.c-h-r-i-s-t-i-e.blogspot.com (christie;so obvious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;www.anime-ish-life.blogspot.com (Bennett)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;www.b-a-n-d-z-L.nlohspot.com ( Yu Ru)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and last but not least, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;www.something-but-i-cannot-remember.blogspot.com ( secret)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;okays, c u guys tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bye. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-8617241558997401706?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8617241558997401706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=8617241558997401706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8617241558997401706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/8617241558997401706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/10/friends-nope-this-post-will-not-be.html' title='Friends, nope, this post will not be corny...well maybe a little bit.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-3735124072267373436</id><published>2008-10-17T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:29:32.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sequel to the london dungeon nightmare...ooh..</title><content type='html'>About my phobias. Ornithophobia and acrophobia. And also 2 slight cases of other phobias-which is too embarassing to blog about and only mccoy knows cos he asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cause of ornithophobia is because i was attacked attacked by a crow and a mynah at my grandma's house. There was a crow perched on the bamboo pole and i ran forward and tried to shoo it away. my plan totally backfired when the crow came flying in to attack me. I screamed and ran into the living room where i turned up the tv volume to drown out the freaking annoying " caw" "caw" of the crows. Apparently the crow was startled and flew back out. ive been afraid ever since. Same incient with the mynah. also scared of pigeons, but not of experience. im just scared off the fluttering in my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cause of acrophobia...is nothing. its just like that. everytime im on the escalator at ngee ann city, also known as takashimaya in singapore, i freak out because im so high up. My hands will start to sweat and i would feel like sitting down. Every time i look down, i would imagine falling..falling..falling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-3735124072267373436?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/3735124072267373436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=3735124072267373436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/3735124072267373436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/3735124072267373436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/10/sequel-to-london-dungeon-nightmareooh.html' title='Sequel to the london dungeon nightmare...ooh..'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-677246668218129350</id><published>2008-10-17T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:06:14.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>Gah, another freaky dream happened last night. i dreamt that the whole of year 1 theatre faculty and mr lofthouse went to london  and the london dungeon was actually part motel/part scary attraction. It was at night, probably between 9.00 and 12.00pm. Tel you, its really dark and the only source of lights are the gas lamps. I remember tara,me,sam,sarah,fayth,zahra,viraj and uh...gwen and a few more that i really cant remember now.( i will remember more as the story unfolds)  Anyway, the entrance i remembered looked like an abandoned factory;it had two of those huge metal machines filled with oil or something like that. we were all seated and mr lofthouse was telling us why we were staying at the london dungeon for a 2 days. i was like," WTH?" i was already freaked out by the settings and really wanted to leave, and WE WERE SUPPOSED TO STAY THERE FOR TWO FREAKING NIGHTS?" the others were also a bit disturbed by this nes. mr lofthouse continued that he wanted us to observe the place for a night and a day and record your conversations. dunno what that had to do with theatre; after all, it IS dream. He said that although the place wasnt haunted, there were some people dressed up in those scary hollywood costumes and there were some scary props hanging around. Then at that moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man wearing a cloak and cape, and black clothes, swept across the inside of the entrance. We were quite startled by this new person who disappeared as soon as he came. Tara, i remembered was sitting at the back, and nearest to the entrance of the london dungeon. Then, a woman walked along the same way the man did. Difference was, this WOMAN HAD NO SHADOW. Tara freaked and crawled quickly to the middle of the group. Then, mr lofthouse told us to get up and get in.  Holding a gas lamp, he lead us in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the middle of the group and we all huddled together, well, cos you know, about that, safety in numbers. First stop( Remember: the whole place changed in my dream so the original attractions inside ere gone.) So, the first stop, was this walkway, really dark, filled with scary props, like voodoo dolls and skulls and flickering gas lamps and such.  We saw some people wearing costumes stalking us, and just disappeared in the shadows. Then, we went up this staircase, called the pathway of the dead, and saw some "corpses" crawling their way up the staircases. Their "makeup" looked REALLY REAL.Their skin were grey with scabs littering their dead maggot-infested skin. They vanished into the shadows too. Then, we all got a shock. A really  bad shock.  With a capital" R" , "B" and a "S". Like this, Really Bad Shock. Anyway,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way up, mr lofthouse bent down to tie his shoelaces or something that requires bending down.He told us to go to the highest floor first. I think the people in front were justin, nishok and some other people. Then, as i was walking past this pillar with sam and natalie, from an alcove beside me, stepped out mr gilchrist.im gonna feel bad describing his looks, so im just gonna say he also had scabs littered across his body. Natalie and natasha screamed. Sam tried to move away. I covered my face. He was muttering something and reaching out to us. Then mr lofthouse came up. Mr "gilchrist" ripped off his face-literally, peeled off his face and vanished. Most of us screamed. Mr lofthouse still said this place wasnt haunted. Oh and the staircase looked exactly like the one at the black box at school.At the highest floor we dropped off sam, romit, viraj, justin, gwen and some others to go to their motel rooms.The rest of us then took a cart ride to the bottom, down to an underground hut. There was a table and some chairs there,with a fire burning. Then, suddenly, a skull droppedfrom the ceiling and mr lofthouse began to "SUSPECT" that the place was haunted. We heard some yowls and took the mine cart ride up back to the highest floor. There we met the people who we dropped of, sam, gwen, romit and the other people, who had experienced various hauntings in their rooms. Sam had seen tarantulas drop from the ceiling and gwen's toilet mirror broke suddenly; from what i heard from them. We hurried out of the place before the gates swung shut. I had a more pleasant dream after that, but thats another story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-677246668218129350?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/677246668218129350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=677246668218129350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/677246668218129350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/677246668218129350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/10/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-4992941127275485905</id><published>2008-10-16T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:11:55.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rsndpm [ictures of me after the exam. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SPdLMWtaqTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9tzDcLti3AQ/s1600-h/Wanted(051).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SPdLMWtaqTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9tzDcLti3AQ/s320/Wanted(051).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257753765604927794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SPdLGevGIEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/p5ZBIGrvZlM/s1600-h/Wanted(050).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SPdLGevGIEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/p5ZBIGrvZlM/s320/Wanted(050).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257753664680239170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SPdK7KKSE7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/wTTCrAOFw6A/s1600-h/Wanted(049).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SPdK7KKSE7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/wTTCrAOFw6A/s320/Wanted(049).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257753470178562994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. done here after one and a half hours. my dad wont allow me to download the sony ericsson media thingy onto the main com,so i did it on my brothers one. sheesh. ok gtg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-4992941127275485905?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4992941127275485905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=4992941127275485905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/4992941127275485905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/4992941127275485905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/10/rsndpm-ictures-of-me-after-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SPdLMWtaqTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9tzDcLti3AQ/s72-c/Wanted(051).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-4046306946273216570</id><published>2008-10-15T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:20:19.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMS ARE OVER</title><content type='html'>WoOOOOOOoOOOoooooooOOooooOO!  Friggin exams are finally over! The lit exam was pretty challenging, surprisingly. would be good if i could pass well. This week , gonna meet up with christina, didnt see her for about a year,yay!, for yf. my fist time. Hoboy! Kinda nervous. hey u would be too. Anyway, today's volleyball tournament Rocked...and sucked...big time. Out of 5 stoopid matches, the presleys. my team, only won 1 out of 5. well, it was tough. but we were realy god, even enoch, surprise surprise, his serve sent the ball to the ceiling, which is like 2 stories up. cool!!!! First one up was the ninja turtles. Then followed by some other team. then Matchballs27 and iballs followed by the flying pink dinosaurs. i think,personally, i was pretty ok. i scored quite some against the pink dinosaurs. we lost by 1 point. EG when i think, sarah served the ball, dorcas dodged and good ol me ran up and smacked the ball and wooH! They wouldnt expecting that and we scored quite some points after that. we all were pretty good. some teams were pretty upset by their loss. i was a lil disappointed but theres really no reason to cry. no offense but seriously, its just a game. anyway, during the iballs match, mccoy distracted me with some...erm...some hand unrude hand gesture. i got him back by smacking the ball back over the net after that. we lost to iballs but it was still a pretty good game. YAY R$!!! ROck it like we always do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps i know mac(r2) isnt listening to this, but i WILL EAT YOU UP! hahas lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to everyone is presleys for being rockish! OH yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-4046306946273216570?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4046306946273216570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=4046306946273216570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/4046306946273216570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/4046306946273216570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/10/exams-are-over.html' title='EXAMS ARE OVER'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-6761929228829531770</id><published>2008-10-11T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:01:45.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>small world techno remix</title><content type='html'>&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8NTJGNYucE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8NTJGNYucE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-6761929228829531770?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/6761929228829531770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=6761929228829531770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/6761929228829531770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/6761929228829531770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/10/small-world-techno-remix_11.html' title='small world techno remix'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-5117379875709466799</id><published>2008-10-11T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:01:16.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>small world techno remix</title><content type='html'>object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8NTJGNYucE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8NTJGNYucE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-5117379875709466799?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/5117379875709466799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=5117379875709466799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/5117379875709466799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/5117379875709466799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/10/small-world-techno-remix.html' title='small world techno remix'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-5863811048412995015</id><published>2008-10-10T17:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:06:32.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobia</title><content type='html'>this is a short post and also a confession that i randomly decided to blog about. dont know if you dont know what it means-dont care. well, i have 2 phobias actually. go check it up in a dictionary. here it is-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ornithophobia and acrophobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-5863811048412995015?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/5863811048412995015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=5863811048412995015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/5863811048412995015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/5863811048412995015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/10/phobia.html' title='Phobia'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-5137909812843650506</id><published>2008-10-08T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:34:03.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muttons to midnight...wait for it...Rox!</title><content type='html'>This is actually funny when we actually listen to how we talk...man, this gave me stitches...hahahahahahahahhahahahahahaha...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologize, You're beautiful, The Reason&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sir6znS_myc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sir6znS_myc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/10/muttons-to-midnightwait-for-itrox.html' title='Muttons to midnight...wait for it...Rox!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-7140289108166040554</id><published>2008-09-27T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:19:55.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got this from clarissa's blog. our animal farm play. brings back precious,(maybe painful)memories...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VFVlZXJwLPY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-7140289108166040554?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/7140289108166040554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=7140289108166040554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/7140289108166040554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/7140289108166040554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-got-this-from-clarissas-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-24171769431150771</id><published>2008-09-24T17:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:46:13.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rk7lsXdS_9s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rk7lsXdS_9s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tribute to someone i and some of us know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's really gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still getting over the shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, cheerio. or, more like, depressio. sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-24171769431150771?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/feeds/24171769431150771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480418566989296011&amp;postID=24171769431150771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/24171769431150771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480418566989296011/posts/default/24171769431150771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiheyyo.blogspot.com/2008/09/tribute_24.html' title='A tribute'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197655603781441877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rXQDNyvSI8g/SU-qCd_wEbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7NK9tIVHSQA/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480418566989296011.post-489326598735755115</id><published>2008-09-24T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:43:43.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paedophile creep</title><content type='html'>well, as the title sas, yeah, i met a half paedophile/half madman on saturday near my grandma's house. as usual,, i started by going to piano class, yadah yadah yadah and then i reached the void deck after my grandma's house cos i always go there on saturday afternoon. then as i walkd near the lift, this old man suddenly walked up to me and smiled REALLY disturbingly at me. like, the eyebrows went crooked and his smile was like saying( if smiles could talk) i'm gonna chainsaw you in your sleep tonight. so i just leaned against the wall and had thi staring competition, then he went away. sooo, i quickly ran into the lift and went up. freaky man,man... hehe if you think he wasnt a paedophile but a deranged pychotic man, or just a plain weirdo, WHATEVER. haha lols. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480418566989296011-489326598735755115?l=hiheyyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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