<?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-16607787</id><updated>2012-01-20T16:52:27.922+08:00</updated><category term='Kai&apos;s birthday'/><category term='Kiasu Singaporeans'/><category term='Colbie Caillat - Bubbly'/><title type='text'>Jwenggg</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>810</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-655913435804275614</id><published>2012-01-20T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T16:52:27.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My P3 student came and told me, out of the blue, that her mum passed away when she was in K2. I asked her why did she come and tell me this all of a sudden and she didn't know how to say but i think she wanted to say that she was scared that I will worry and wonder if I heard about it. &lt;br /&gt;Heartache... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-655913435804275614?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/655913435804275614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/655913435804275614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-p3-student-came-and-told-me-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-7825869839705711956</id><published>2012-01-03T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T23:50:26.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, a colleague asked me if I really want to be a teacher, because she can't really take it, but she is bound by the bond. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I decided to take up the Nie diploma because no other courses in local uni wants me. But I also wanted to be a teacher so I can help students who have to face problems at their age, because I've been there in primary school and my teachers were really supportive as well. After reading through the pupil profiling forms of all the at-risk students, I really feel for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh and the colleague was telling me how she hates the system where your students' results determine your pay which I gotta agree with her. What about character and values which are not reflected in their results? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-7825869839705711956?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7825869839705711956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7825869839705711956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-colleague-asked-me-if-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-6923979690600984010</id><published>2012-01-02T14:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T14:50:03.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Afraid? Embarrassed? Reluctant? Unnecessary? Uncomfortable? Just what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think. Too. Much. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-6923979690600984010?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/6923979690600984010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/6923979690600984010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2012/01/afraid-embarrassed-reluctant.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-2526379563251925779</id><published>2011-12-27T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T23:52:32.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How long have I been MIA from this space?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be sleeping alr, but I am still wide awake because I suddenly got very excited about 2012! There are several things that I am looking forward to!&lt;br /&gt;1) Start of new school term. Can't wait to see my new classes and students. Was talking to the gymnasts about the kids and I realized how much I miss teaching them): &lt;br /&gt;2) Korea trip with wq. Quite looking forward to our next trip! If I save enough money, we will also be flying to Japan! Whee. On the downside, it also means he is leaving for exchange soon, which just the thought of it makes me wanna cry):&lt;br /&gt;3) Entering NIE the second half of the year. (That's of course only if I don't do anything wrong at work now like abusing the kids or smth.) That means I'll be joining the other three NTU gals in hall! And that also means I'll be in the same sch as wq hahaha how cool to see him in sch, shy. And, will be a student once again.&lt;br /&gt;4) And of course, I'm looking forward to a better year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been pretty much great for and kind to me. Which makes me a little scared for next year because it always seems like it alternates between good and bad every year. If next year can't be better, at least just let it stay this way(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, CNY in less than a month's time:O &lt;br /&gt;Time to exercise and lose some fats. Not because I'll be eating a lot, but because you know your relatives will be saying smth about your size, that's either 'oh you lost weight' or the other that you wouldnt wanna hear (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now that all my excitements are poured out here, it's time for bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-2526379563251925779?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/2526379563251925779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/2526379563251925779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-long-have-i-been-mia-from-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-8113429134850003796</id><published>2011-10-19T08:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T08:22:08.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another longggggggggggg day at school with 4 other teachers. Yes, the whole staff room is occupied by just us. Chilling and doing work in the IR room. Tmr is the last day, and hopefully, they end early!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-8113429134850003796?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/8113429134850003796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/8113429134850003796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-longggggggggggg-day-at-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-7893956587691917082</id><published>2011-10-15T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T22:58:32.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too excited for December! &lt;br /&gt;1) School holidays! = No work but still paid! = SHIOK!&lt;br /&gt;2) Hongkong trip with my dearest(eeewww) wq!!! Can have our er ren shi jie hahahahaha shy sial.&lt;br /&gt;3) Free everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, haven't been posting a proper post for eons now. Have been kinda busy with school? Have been staying back in school almost everyday - for remedials, for markings, for meetings. Well, I saw this coming, so it's okay! Guess the year-end break will make up for all my &lt;i&gt;hard work&lt;/i&gt;. I would have to say teaching is really quite tiring. Besides having to wake up early in the morning at six o'clock (literally), you have to go from classroom to classroom, speak loud enough so the kids can hear you, and at times scold the kids when they are naughty or inattentive. But it's really satisfying when a student really learns something from you. Especially those naughtier students. And I can't stand sitting in an office, staring blankly at the computer screen doing work because I will totally just nod off. I prefer walking from classroom to classroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, and I'm twenty. Can you believe it? No I can't. Even my mum can't believe it hahaha. Feels too young to be an adult and too old to still be a teen. Now, I can't wait for my 21st birthday so I can watch R21 movies. KIDDING. Oh well, I still look like a 16, and I like it. Let's keep it that way hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-7893956587691917082?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7893956587691917082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7893956587691917082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/10/too-excited-for-december-1-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-6357252741722111842</id><published>2011-09-18T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T16:59:00.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I finally finished my lesson plan for next week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;b&gt;!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that teachers are the freest people on earth because they just had to teach and mark and scold a little and go home when school ends. I was so wrong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-6357252741722111842?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/6357252741722111842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/6357252741722111842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-finally-finished-my-lesson-plan-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-1122496094981529962</id><published>2011-08-06T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T22:08:41.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do teachers make? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life. One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He argued, "What’s a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reminded the other dinner guests what they say about teachers, "Those who can, do. Those who can’t, teach."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To emphasize his point he said to another guest; "You’re a teacher, Bonnie. Be honest. What do you make?" Bonnie, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, "You want to know what I make?" She paused for a second, then began. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could. I make a C+ feel like the Congressional Medal of Honor." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents can't make them sit for five minutes without an iPod, Game Cube or movie rental." She paused again and looked at each and every person at the table, and continued, "You want to know what I make?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I make kids wonder." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I make them question." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I make them apologize and mean it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I teach them to write and then I make them write. Keyboarding isn’t everything." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I make them read, read, read." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I make them show all their work in math. They use their God-given brain, not the man-made calculator." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to know in English while preserving their unique cultural identity." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I make my students stand, placing their fist over their heart to say the Pledge." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I make them understand that if they use the gifts they were given, work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pausing one last time, Bonnie continued, "Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, with me knowing money isn’t everything, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because they are ignorant. You want to know what I make?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I make a difference." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you make, Mr. CEO?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His jaw dropped, and he was silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presenter was telling this story to us, and I thought it was, as much as it was cheesy, really meaningful. So I searched for it on the internet and found it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-1122496094981529962?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1122496094981529962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1122496094981529962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-do-teachers-make-dinner-guests.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-3809269896009128167</id><published>2011-07-31T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T00:32:47.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was having lunch in school and &lt;i&gt;THAT&lt;/i&gt; teacher came and talked to me. He asked me how I managed to go back there for my contract, and I told him that I talked to the Principal. Previously he did tell me to ask the Principal for help, and to write a "thank-you" letter to her(The Principal). So anyway, he asked if I did write the letter, but I said no. And he told me I better write one as it's good to get in the good books of the people in the higher positions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously find no need in trying to bootlick the people up there. As long as you do your job well, you don't complain or bitch about others, nothing will happen to you, and you'll still be rewarded accordingly, isn't it? When you try to suck up to the people up there, others can see and I doubt you'll earn your respect from that. And I believe the Principal is not so blind to be unable to see teachers who really work hard? Am I right, toady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, my contract is starting on Monday! Excited much. Hope my stomachache/diarrhea recovers by then. Did I mention that I MIGHT be teaching P5 foundation science?! Science is like my worst subject(but primary science shouldn't be thaaaat bad right) and foundation class is like the EM3 last time! So wish me luck everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-3809269896009128167?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/3809269896009128167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/3809269896009128167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/07/was-having-lunch-in-school-and-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-8657541722991162486</id><published>2011-07-30T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T18:22:08.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4XabxTxyjU/TjPZ-VTURmI/AAAAAAAAF-8/VYAqGd9LhHA/s1600/IMG_0187.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4XabxTxyjU/TjPZ-VTURmI/AAAAAAAAF-8/VYAqGd9LhHA/s400/IMG_0187.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635087223663904354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;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;&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;Had diarrhea yesterday, for six times. No more diarrhea today, but my stomachache still persists): So I've been drinking this cereal drink for breakfast these two days, and I'm drinking it again now. I ate a few mouthfuls of fried noodles just now and my stomach started aching again! To add on to all these pain, my period has to come now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-8657541722991162486?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/8657541722991162486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/8657541722991162486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/07/had-diarrhea-yesterday-for-six-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4XabxTxyjU/TjPZ-VTURmI/AAAAAAAAF-8/VYAqGd9LhHA/s72-c/IMG_0187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-4347039195826585609</id><published>2011-07-08T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T00:58:25.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sawadeeka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Phuket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Body board (Much better than Bintan's because the waves were stronger)&lt;br /&gt;- Para-sailing&lt;br /&gt;- Lazing on the beach with some cheap bottle of beer&lt;br /&gt;- Spam sunblock lotion&lt;br /&gt;- Cheap and good Thai food&lt;br /&gt;- Simon Cabaret (Transvestite show)&lt;br /&gt;- Club Seduction with cheap diluted alcohol&lt;br /&gt;- Phi Phi island tour&lt;br /&gt;- Snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;- Burnt ourselves at the top deck of the boat&lt;br /&gt;- Cheap Massage&lt;br /&gt;- Favourite hangout: Family Mart &amp; 7 Eleven&lt;br /&gt;- Cheap hair braiding&lt;br /&gt;- Cheap fish spa&lt;br /&gt;- Expensive airport food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really good time with the 6 other idiots. Didn't actually have a proper itinery but everything went well in the end. I'm gonna miss such a chillax life! It's 3 more weeks to the start of contract teaching. I must enjoy myself to the fullest for these 3 weeks! Oh and for the next few days, idk how i'm supposed to face kids at school and student care with my braided hair :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-4347039195826585609?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/4347039195826585609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/4347039195826585609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/07/sawadeeka-phuket-body-board-much-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-4480645884613917256</id><published>2011-07-04T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T22:56:37.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week ago, I just came back from Bintan. Now, I'm less than 24 hours away from Phuket! I better enjoy myself for the rest of July, because my contract is starting on 1st August): I foresee a hectic life ahead, shouting and screaming at kids every single day. Talked to the principal of DQ, and I really hope to go back there for my contract! But I'm kinda scared of seeing &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; teacher every single day lawl kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More or less done with my packing, just need to check what is still needed, and wait for the others to come over. Omg this is getting exciting! I guess the next holiday after this will be in late December): So I better enjoy myself to the fullest in Phuket with my cute lil gals and boy(HAHA).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-4480645884613917256?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/4480645884613917256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/4480645884613917256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-life-one-week-ago-i-just-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-7546837159162581803</id><published>2011-06-27T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T22:29:54.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-teoAELJDz0o/TgiTwiZhtrI/AAAAAAAAF-0/yZymQad3mrY/s1600/IMG_4868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-teoAELJDz0o/TgiTwiZhtrI/AAAAAAAAF-0/yZymQad3mrY/s400/IMG_4868.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622906596848940722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Bintan! Wasn't exactly FUN, but with great company, nothing is not fun. Didn't actually do much activities, just bought this lame package with lame activities. Pretty much just chilling on the peaceful island, which is what you won't get from our hectic island. Lucky enough for me, I'm not burnt. But I'm having weird bites on my legs. Itchy itchy itchy):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-7546837159162581803?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7546837159162581803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7546837159162581803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-from-bintan-wasnt-exactly-fun-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-teoAELJDz0o/TgiTwiZhtrI/AAAAAAAAF-0/yZymQad3mrY/s72-c/IMG_4868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-6416761145086571916</id><published>2011-06-18T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T22:44:57.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's over now.&lt;br /&gt;No more being proud that I have a 90+ years old Great Grandma. &lt;br /&gt;No more going over to Grand-uncle's house every national day to celebrate her birthday. &lt;br /&gt;No more going over to his house during CNYs and shout into her right ear (because she couldn't really hear clearly). &lt;br /&gt;No more hoping that she'll live past 100 years old.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not thaaaat emo, but just kinda miss her already. The thought of all those is actually quite sad because it was like a tradition that we had every year. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, who says life is short? Life had been long for my Great Grandma and she died peacefully in her sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Cremation today was quite heartrending as well. I cried not because I was sad of my Great Grandma's departure, but because I saw the weak side of my mum. She was totally breaking down and it's just such a depressing sight. She was telling me how she used to sleep with my Great Grandma every night till the night before she got married. And on the day she got married, my Great Grandma cried and cried. Hope my mum's fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of death, I rmb one of the episodes on HIMYM. It's the episode where Marshall's dad passed away. And the theme was last words or smth like that. And Marshall kept trying to recall his dad's last words to him.&lt;br /&gt;My point is, anybody can go anytime, and would you be proud that your last words to someone really close to you were things like "Go to hell" or "**** you" or things like that? Obviously not. So try as much as possible to say smth nice to your loved ones. I'm not a person who would say "I love you" to them, but the least I can do is to prevent unnecessary arguments as much as I can. You should too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-6416761145086571916?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/6416761145086571916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/6416761145086571916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-over-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-5899306787237916289</id><published>2011-06-16T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T21:12:40.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally found something that I actually hate about my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at the student care, during free play time:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay kids you can do your own things, but don't make too much noise.&lt;br /&gt;Brandon(a usually noisy and naughty student): Ok, I'm going to read this book-Daddy and I...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Feeling surprised that he's actually not using the free play time to play his Beyblades and whatsoever.)&lt;br /&gt;Brandon: ...Because I don't have a Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't know what to reply after that. I just said "Ok." and he went to a corner to read quietly. The thing was, he actually said it in a tone that he's actually fine with it. Like it's nothing to him. But I guess that had actually made him the noisy and naughty student that he usually was. Because he wanted attention. And even if we've given him all the attention we could, it's definitely not the attention that he longed for. This is what I hate about my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been relating too much about kids here recently. But seriously, a lot of teachers had asked if I really want to be a teacher, because the kids now are really different, in the sense that more challenging. But it is mostly because of the broken families that they come from. They are too young and innocent to handle death or divorce of their parents. Otherwise, it will be parents who work too much and neglect their kids, or parents who don't even give a damn about their kids while engaging with all the vices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are innocent and we need to save them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-5899306787237916289?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/5899306787237916289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/5899306787237916289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-finally-found-something-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-1400185415895187136</id><published>2011-06-04T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T01:00:29.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's June! Time to get my new phone!&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I was browsing through tumblr and saw some backpacks that I like. So, my new wish item is a backpack! And I alr know where I want to buy it from. Just have to wait for my pay to roll in &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized that I actually spent quite a lot of money last month(compared to the other months). Well it's ok right, since I've been working so hard and saving so much the past few months! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June also means the Bintan trip is nearing! After which, it'll be July! And July means the Phuket trip is nearing too! Omg, i hope i won't become to burnt from the sun! You know how easily I become charred ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought the student care kids to NEX today for book review at the library and to play at the Kidzplay (the water playground) after that. So the ADHD boy was under my group. I was afraid of losing him so I decided to hold his hand throughout the whole trip. Being hyperactive, he obviously couldn't keep still and quiet in the library. There was a lady, with her child and husband, giving a weird stare. She started whispering smth to her husband and he turned and stared as well. I really feel for my student's parents. I can't imagine how they would feel having such behaviours from onlookers. Because he looked normal, the first thing that come to their minds would be "He is a naughty and pampered boy" instead of considering that he has hyperactivity. They kept staring at how I could not control him because he was throwing tantrums. If your own child had hyperactivity, would you have the patience to teach her? Would you promise not to give up on her? If you can answer these questions, then you have the right to judge. No matter how much the ADHD boy throws his tantrums, I do not blame him at all, because I'm sure he doesn't even know what he's doing, and furthermore he can't control it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything we see about others, we shouldn't be too quick to judge. Unless you are in the exact same position as them, you have no right to judge. I just feel that parents, who are able to love and care for their kids despite them being different from the rest, are very noble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sharing(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-1400185415895187136?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1400185415895187136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1400185415895187136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-june-time-to-get-my-new-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-2352400402491571018</id><published>2011-06-01T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T00:44:20.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I used to only want to teach secondary school kids because I thought the age gap was closer and that it would be easier to communicate with them. But what someone once told me was quite true. The secondary school kids will rmb every single negative thing you do to them, and they are very spiteful. Like if you scold them for just once, they will probably hate you for at least the next few days, months or years(for the really fussy ones?). &lt;br /&gt;After interacting much with all the primary school kids in relief and also at the student care, I've come to realize that primary school kids are much more innocent. And as much as it is a bad thing for them to be forgetful, it is also a good thing, since they will forget that you had scolded them the previous day. It's nice to hear a student say "Hello Ms Toh! I missed you!" and also really heart-warming when they draw pictures on rough papers for me. Even though they do it for any other teachers, it is things like that that actually make me forget their mischiefs and adore them. It is also funny how this boy said "I hate Ms Toh!" and when I asked why, he replied that because I said he is a naughty boy. They are just so direct and genuine, and that's what I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just suddenly thought about it, since daph asked me why i could stand kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-2352400402491571018?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/2352400402491571018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/2352400402491571018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-used-to-only-want-to-teach-secondary.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-4671409684041701852</id><published>2011-06-01T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T00:21:32.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just received the letter from MOE stating that i'd have to do contract teaching for 1 - 1.5 years before going into the NIE course to study ):&lt;br /&gt;Am in a dilemma now (even though I know what I'll eventually choose in the end).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If I want to be a teacher in the end, I'll have to go through this 1 year of contract teaching, before I can start my 2-years diploma course. Which means, I'll be wasting another one year not studying AGAIN. I really want to start studying before I grow too old and lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If I go to SIM to do my private degree, I don't think I'll be enjoying it much since Econs there will be tough. Ok I mean, which course wouldn't be tough right? But still, I'd rather it be tough BUT something I like, rather than tough and something I don't enjoy. Furthermore, after I graduate from SIM, I may not be able to apply for the PGDE in NIE because MOE normally only recognizes the local U's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-4671409684041701852?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/4671409684041701852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/4671409684041701852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-received-letter-from-moe-stating.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-6882938872393283998</id><published>2011-05-29T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T23:25:50.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GSS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-6882938872393283998?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/6882938872393283998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/6882938872393283998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/05/gss.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-3727110112115177243</id><published>2011-05-23T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T23:02:20.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More or less decided on what I want alr. &lt;br /&gt;Talked to a few teachers in dq, and I realized actually a lot of them started out from NIE dip after A's as well. Some went on to the degree prog after teaching for two years, while some took part-time private degrees while teaching. So yeap, pretty obvious what I've chosen.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for school to start! Because I'm really quite tired from all my jobs. 7am-1pm relief, 2pm-7pm student care and on certain weekdays i'll have tuition from 8-9.30pm. What has gotten into me?! But nvm it's going to be over soon since the june hols are approaching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really fantastic weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Met up for a really short supper with prisandy on thurs! Had a lot of catching up!&lt;br /&gt;Wq ended his exams on fri, so met up with him and his friends at Geylang for some yummy frog leg porridge and durian! &lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with F4 (Daph aka KEN ZHU, reg and yh, I just wanted to mention daph's). And the best thing was karaoke-ing till 1am! Shiok.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Wq on sun to shop again! Main point, I finally found the bag I want. So I just bought it without thinking thrice (but i did think twice). K lame. And lastly, celebrated Yiting's 23rd birthday at night! Yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this week, it'll be a relaxing month for me, finally. No more crazy rushing here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im smelly. Just ran like for 35 mins omg i'm so proud of myself but I gotta feeling this is the last run because my p is coming soon? K bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-3727110112115177243?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/3727110112115177243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/3727110112115177243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/05/more-or-less-decided-on-what-i-want-alr.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-1936877276343197014</id><published>2011-05-02T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T14:29:49.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever since I encountered the two flashers, I knew my luck was down. And it's further proven in my mahjong game last night. Whatever I've won from my last game, I lost it alr. Plus, overnight mahjong is so unhealthy! I feel so sleepy now, and i'm having a little bit of sore throat. I fall sick damn easily when i don't have enough sleep. Like how I always fell sick during exam periods last time. Shall stop playing mahjong for some time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally going for a WP's rally! And it's my bro's area, so he might be talking! Omg can't wait. I've never been to a rally before! Even though me going for a rally is not really purposeful since i can't vote. But what's more than supporting your own brother?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-1936877276343197014?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1936877276343197014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1936877276343197014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/05/ever-since-i-encountered-two-flashers-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-709233113000673816</id><published>2011-05-01T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T22:58:58.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not that i'm able to vote, but I don't like how some people are so apathetic about the GE and they just anyhow cast votes. (According to wq, a lot of girls are. And i also wonder about those ahlians and ahbengs. They will just anyhow vote?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either&lt;br /&gt;1) They will just cast votes for our many-years main party because it has always been around and/or they are afraid. They don't even bother listening to rallies or research more about what the different parties have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;2) They will just anyhow cast votes for oppositions just for the sake of going against the main party. I mean some oppositions are really... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm quite proud of my brother for joining that party. It's the only opposition party which i think is quite promising. My family and I are kinda worried about it though. Like in case he accidentally says the wrong things or something and he will be sued or smth, then he will have to pay money for damage and if he can't pay he'll become bankrupt and/or even go to jail?! Omg that's scary. No wonder he's always reading from his script, nervously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i'm really quite excited for my constituency's results. As much as I like and respect George Yeo (because i always felt he is one of the really sincere, humble and hardworking ministers), I also really hope the three big powers from the WP would be able to gain their seats in parliament. I can still rmb how, about 5 years ago, my family and I sat in the living room and stared at the tv anticipating the results for our constituency. If you have a weak heart, i think it would be too much for you ha ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-709233113000673816?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/709233113000673816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/709233113000673816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-that-im-able-to-vote-but-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-4301817683927669396</id><published>2011-04-26T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:42:22.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ADD/ADHD causes many students to be in constant physical motion. It may seem like a struggle for these children to stay in their seats. Kids with ADD/ADHD may jump, kick, twist, fidget and otherwise move in ways that make them difficult to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strategies for combating hyperactivity consist of creative ways to allow the child with ADD/ADHD to move in appropriate ways at appropriate times. Releasing energy this way may make it easier for the child to keep his or her body calmer during work time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ask children with ADD/ADHD to run an errand or do a task for you, even if it just means walking across the room to sharpen pencils or put dishes away.&lt;br /&gt;- Encourage the child to play a sport—or at least run around before and after school.&lt;br /&gt;- Provide a stress ball, small toy, or other object for the child to squeeze or play with discreetly at his or her seat.&lt;br /&gt;- Limit screen time in favor of time for movement.&lt;br /&gt;- Make sure a child with ADD/ADHD never misses recess or P.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://helpguide.org/mental/adhd_add_teaching_strategies.htm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-4301817683927669396?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/4301817683927669396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/4301817683927669396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/04/addadhd-causes-many-students-to-be-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-193201649467441167</id><published>2011-04-10T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T00:13:08.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHA. My mum is funny. She was damn fascinated by the talking tom and talking babies apps. First, she was just talking to it. Then she started scolding it and laughing at it. Hahahaha wth?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-193201649467441167?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/193201649467441167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/193201649467441167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/04/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-515705460861093899</id><published>2011-04-05T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T20:31:18.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY got a new job at a student care center. Pay isn't fantastic, but since i'm free everyday from 2-7pm, might as well spend my time earning some money and gaining experience! Gonna be very busy from tmr onwards!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-515705460861093899?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/515705460861093899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/515705460861093899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/04/yay-got-new-job-at-student-care-center.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-346445216836098545</id><published>2011-04-04T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T18:44:37.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Waiting sucks. It's back to last year's april, where I had to wait anxiously for my letters from NTU/NUS. In the end, the rejection letters came-.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wq and I got so bored, we bought Gong Cha (Drank Lemon Roasted Melon Tea for three consecutive days omg) at vivo, and sat at some random place and started googling stuffs. Stuffs like "why is the sky blue?", "why are clouds white?", and certain stuffs about some political figures, which was quite scary, but again it may not be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the sky blue?&lt;br /&gt;A clear cloudless day-time sky is blue because molecules in the air scatter blue light from the sun more than they scatter red light. When we look towards the sun at sunset, we see red and orange colors because the blue light has been scattered out and away from the line of sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we look towards the sun at sunset, we see red and orange colors because the blue light has been scattered out (filtered) and away from our line of sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, the sky sometimes looks orange or red because of air pollution. dust, water vapor, and other floating particles in the air act as a filter on the sunlight. When the Sun is low, the air layer is thicker and the light is more filtered, so it looks yellow, orange and finally red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Why_is_the_sky_blue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-346445216836098545?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/346445216836098545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/346445216836098545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/04/waiting-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-5958040966908813909</id><published>2011-03-21T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T18:51:52.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Year 1999: When I was Primary 2, the only few electronic games i played were gameboy, tamagotchi, playstation and computer games if i don't rmb wrongly. And those were shared among siblings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2011: The current Primary 2s, were talking about how they own an iPad(how many times the price of gameboys and those) and that they want to buy iPad2 (I seriously didnt know that iPad2 was alr out) and smth about galaxy tab(I just googled it, and it's smth similar to the ipad). &lt;br /&gt;And I was reading to them this social studies chapter on types of housing in Singapore. And came across the part where they talked about terraced houses and condominiums. Then some of them started showing off about how they stay in the condominiums, terraced houses and bungalows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow seriously, i'm slogging my ass off, trying to earn some money to buy an iPhone myself (without my parents/siblings helping me pay), and there these kids are just getting those gadgets just by saying "mummy daddy i want ipad" (like some genie granting them wishes). When I was young, even saying "mama papa i want this toy", i would already be given a dead stare from them. Which is not totally bad. At that point of time I may feel like i'm losing out to the other kids around me who have all the coolest toys. But because of that, I was always afraid of asking money from them. I'm paying everything myself now and saving my own money to buy my own things, which i feel proud about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents spoon-feeding their kids now, i think you should think about 20 years down the road, what will your kids become. I'm QUITE sure (i may be wrong) that you will have to extend your retirement age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i just sounded angsty. But seriously, i wouldn't want to raise my child into some materialistic pompous babies. Yeah, correct. Raise them up to become babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I applied for NIE Diploma as well. If i can't get into the NIE degree prog then i'll just go for the Diploma. But according to my brother, I've wasted my two years in JC, plus my 1 gap year, plus my pay will be damn low next time): &lt;br /&gt;And I was also thinking, what if in the future, i'm damn sick of teaching alr?! And I wanna work as smth else, but i don't have a proper degree :S&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I like teaching, and don't like those mundane office jobs. I really really don't like office jobs.&lt;br /&gt;AIYA Wait till the results are out then see la! Talk so much. Tsk. K back to sorting out my docs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-5958040966908813909?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/5958040966908813909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/5958040966908813909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/03/year-1999-when-i-was-primary-2-only-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-5831338351849824997</id><published>2011-03-10T13:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T13:08:57.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My. SIM. Card. Spoil. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels so weird without using my phone. Oh no, too reliable on technology. I had to use my house phone to contact wq. That feels damn last century?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-5831338351849824997?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/5831338351849824997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/5831338351849824997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/03/my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-7943109179495647864</id><published>2011-03-04T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T00:04:28.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bus rides always make me think a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Good: It makes me realize things.&lt;br /&gt;Bad: It makes me think too much sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been pretty patient. Fwens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-7943109179495647864?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7943109179495647864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7943109179495647864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/03/bus-rides-always-make-me-think-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-2657828828534364476</id><published>2011-03-03T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T01:09:21.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do people like to judge, when they don't like others to judge them? Why not spend the time judging and changing yourself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a tough judge of yourself, but not of others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-2657828828534364476?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/2657828828534364476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/2657828828534364476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-do-people-like-to-judge-when-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-5215191260563729267</id><published>2011-02-28T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:50:19.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg am I having some skin problems?! I keep itching at a lot of places! They are not even bites from insects! I think i'm sensitive to something, but idk what? Lawl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-5215191260563729267?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/5215191260563729267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/5215191260563729267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/02/omg-am-i-having-some-skin-problems-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-7540040325880948241</id><published>2011-02-28T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T17:21:26.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phone rang~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Mum's friend: Zhen zhen ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not in.&lt;br /&gt;Mum's friend: Oh she went out?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Mum's friend: Okay bye. *Hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not in of course means went out la wtf?! (After shouting that out loud, i double-checked if she really hung up alr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and she just called back and ask if my mum went overseas. Because my mum said she's going overseas during March. Then i was like erm no? Not even March yet right? WTF. Then she started asking what i'm doing, so i said i finished JC, waiting for Uni. Then she was like "What? Isn't JC = Uni?" Then she started asking her daughter whether JC = Uni. What the hell. Hahahahaha. Roll my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-7540040325880948241?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7540040325880948241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7540040325880948241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/02/phone-rang-me-hello-mums-friend-zhen.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-422949965476898918</id><published>2011-02-27T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T00:20:48.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports</title><content type='html'>After watching them play floorball today, I really really feel like playing floorball too): I haven't been playing since... Okay I lost track of my counting. &lt;br /&gt;K anyway, it made me feel like playing other sports too! Like badminton, netball, frisbee, basketball as well as jumping on the trampoline(I sure miss that). And I feel like bowling too because I haven't done that in eons! ): The only few sports i do nowadays are running and swimming? Even swimming was quite long ago. The last time I went swimming was when this pervert guy asked me random questions at the pool? Yucks. But anyway, I wanna play smth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I really like the Kinect Dance thingy! I saw some ppl playing it at Cineleisure today and I can't stop looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K putting random stuffs tgth again. Bye, time for bed. It's getting late!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-422949965476898918?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/422949965476898918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/422949965476898918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/02/sports.html' title='Sports'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-5890435878804657785</id><published>2011-02-14T22:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T00:15:45.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, my appetite wasn't that bad! It was good, in fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had buffet dinner at Sakura at Dhoby Ghaut Green?! Seriously, I've never heard of this place called Dhoby Ghaut Green before. K anyway, food was not bad. Desserts were (Y)&lt;br /&gt;Ate till our stomachs exploded and started to camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, both daqiao and yuying called this morning, but i was having a really bad headache): So bye $65 yet again... But i don't regret it because at least i stayed home and rest!!! If i went for relief, i may fall even sicker, then i'll have to spend money to consult a doctor. Which means also money spent. So same la. Hahaha whatever. GOODNIGHT TIME TO REST AND PREPARE FOR RELIEF JOBS TMR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and i love my new foundation and eye shadow! Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-5890435878804657785?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/5890435878804657785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/5890435878804657785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/02/okay-my-appetite-wasnt-that-bad-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-5115048699025900930</id><published>2011-02-14T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T13:12:20.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's &lt;b&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;BUT, I'm sick. I almost had fever last night, plus a really painful sore throat, plus headache, plus my bones/muscles are aching as well. Feeling soooo sleepy now but i can't sleep): And the most disgusting thing happened. I sneezed out a ball of weird slimy thing which consisted of &lt;font color=red&gt;blood&lt;/font&gt; and &lt;font color=green&gt;mucous&lt;/font&gt;. How gross is that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i read on someone's wallpost that she has a 364 days good boyfriend, but the one day that he's bad is vday. But it's ok because she would rather him be bad for that one day, and be nice for the rest of the days, than being sweet on Vday and horrible for the rest of the day. SMTH LIKE THAT LA. Yup, which i find quite true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K time to watch some gossip girl before i meet that idiotic nan sheng(HAHAHA) for dinner. I don't even think i'll have the appetite given my sore throat :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-5115048699025900930?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/5115048699025900930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/5115048699025900930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-valentines-day-but-im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-7361239673777781402</id><published>2011-02-13T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T01:28:58.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wq is a bitch. I was telling him candle light dinner very cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weiqiang says:&lt;br /&gt; huhhhh&lt;br /&gt; cheesy meh&lt;br /&gt; i prepare all the candles to set up&lt;br /&gt;weiqiang says:&lt;br /&gt; at the restaurant alr&lt;br /&gt;weiqiang says:&lt;br /&gt; using the red colour longlong 1&lt;br /&gt; the pai shen use 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-7361239673777781402?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7361239673777781402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7361239673777781402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/02/wq-is-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-1805764080083116094</id><published>2011-02-07T14:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T14:47:59.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year of the Rabbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TU-R0uvqqcI/AAAAAAAAF9w/F0c4e66iWlA/s1600/IMG_3707.JPG" width=800 height=600&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think CNY is my favourite occasion. Even better than my birthday. There is no reason why anyone should hate cny! The endless cny goodies like bakwa, love letters, pineapple tarts, etc; the reunions of families; the gathering of relatives; the bonding sessions, through &lt;i&gt;ban lak&lt;/i&gt;(Blackjack) and mahjong; and most importantly, the angpaos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TU-SawkTx0I/AAAAAAAAF94/NAW_RTvtiWs/s1600/IMG_3700.JPG" width=800 height=600&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say this year's cny was relatively good. Plus the fact that it was my dad's birthday on chu yi. Sadly, i only took a few photos throughout the 4 days): But anyway, I think I ate damn little, compared to previous years, this cny. And I even went for a jog on Chu Yi and Chu Si. Nope, I'm not on a diet. I will never be on a diet because I think it's dumb. JUST EAT LA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realized i'm damn paranoid. Every cny, i'd open my angpaos at the end of each day and dump the empty angpaos at one corner. Then on the last day, i'd throw the empty angpaos away. But i'd be damn kiasu and check ALL my angpaos first before throwing them in case i forgot to take the money out or smth. Har har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY aside, today is the day back to school/work for everyone else after the long weekend. So after i went for my 5km run ytd, i think i was so tired that i missed the call from daqiao. SIAN. $65 flew away, just like what happened to Daph. Oh man, I feel you now Daph. I woke up at 11am, checking my phone, and saw 2 missed calls and i was like "Shit". NVM THEY WILL CALL TMR, I HOPE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-1805764080083116094?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1805764080083116094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1805764080083116094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/02/year-of-rabbit.html' title='Year of the Rabbit'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TU-R0uvqqcI/AAAAAAAAF9w/F0c4e66iWlA/s72-c/IMG_3707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-3273193172686289916</id><published>2011-01-26T17:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T17:10:24.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eeewww my bag STINKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-3273193172686289916?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/3273193172686289916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/3273193172686289916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/01/eeewww-my-bag-stinks.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-2979193641572591990</id><published>2011-01-24T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T00:11:18.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I believe there is one day that every one will finally grow up. Grow up in the sense that, they can think maturely. Maturely in the sense that they look in all points of view and not just their own &lt;b&gt;mild&lt;/b&gt; point of view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not arrowing anyone. Just a random thought(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-2979193641572591990?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/2979193641572591990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/2979193641572591990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-believe-there-is-one-day-that-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-2554748649435077795</id><published>2011-01-20T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T00:10:42.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking forward to tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with FULL Dvs to celebrate our djd's bd! Omg you're hitting the TWO after tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; WQ gna be back from Bangkok omg like finally?! Talked to him on MSN just now for like a short while because he finally went to a hotel with free wifi. But it's alr the last night of his trip-.- BUT NVM HE'S COMING BACK TMR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. Miss everyone so much. Dvs, wq, yjcmh, pl, family as a whole. Yay, dad's bd coming up! Oh it's on cny! And yeah, cny is coming up! Wooo money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny incident happened in school (was telling daph about it).&lt;br /&gt;Went to this class which was pretty noisy and i tried to use the silent treatment. So i just kept quiet and let them settle down themselves. So they kept quiet after awhile and they stood up to greet me. So they went "Zhuo lao shi wu an" (it was chinese lesson btw). Then i just remained quiet. THEN THEY GREETED ME AGAIN WTF HAHAHA. So once again "Zhuo lao shi wu an...". Then i said "Ok enough. Gou le." Then they greeted me one more time until i just laughed out. Omg act-fierce-plan phail badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Speaking of funny. Smth even funnier happened. Daph and i decided, randomly, to go Dhoby Ghaut for Gong Cha and Daiso. Then it was like damn crowded when we went up the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;Daph: Eh wa what's happening ah so crowded!&lt;br /&gt;Us: (Saw the Osim poster with Andy Lau) &lt;br /&gt;Us: Maybe Andy Lau is here... (In the damn whatever tone)&lt;br /&gt;Us: OMG ANDY LAU IS REALLY COMING.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA WTF RIGHT. The more wtf thing was that we went to wait for him and i took out my phone to take a video of him(just like what the rest of the crowd did omg so singaporean). Lawl. It's not like we were some huge fan of his or what?! So ya we took a tiny glimpse of him from upstairs-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K eos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg i can't wait for CNY! I love reunions and most importantly, ANGPAOS la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-2554748649435077795?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/2554748649435077795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/2554748649435077795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/01/looking-forward-to-tmr-lunch-with-full.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-8035550505598530589</id><published>2011-01-18T23:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T00:19:42.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Signed in to MSN and they had this xinmsn news thing. So I saw one of it about MTL teachers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The Ministry of Education (MOE) will step up its recruitment drive for Mother Tongue Language (MTL) teachers, under the MTL Review.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;MOE plans to deploy 500 more MTL teachers over the next five years — 400 to teach Chinese, 80 to teach Malay, and 20 to teach Tamil."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, i've been going dqps for chinese relief. I used to think that it wasn't my cup of tea because i'd be better at teaching math. But come to think of it, i can make use of the fact that i've been taking chinese classes for relief just to study in NIE. Well once again, beggars can't be choosers right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of relief, i went for relief today and some students are really funny. But yknow, i had to act fierce and control my laughter...&lt;br /&gt;P1 student: (Came up to me) Teacher, she don't want to friend me. (Like wtf right. That's really none of my business?)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok... Go back there and ask her to friend you.&lt;br /&gt;Student: No... I cannot! She don't want...! :(&lt;br /&gt;Me: Just try ok? Tell her you want.&lt;br /&gt;Student: But I cannot! I try alr :(&lt;br /&gt;Me: Just go and shake hands with her.&lt;br /&gt;Then i nudged her shoulders to let her go back to her seat(So she could stop irritating me)&lt;br /&gt;Then she started crawling on the floor back to her seat. I was like w..t..f.. Hahahahaha seriously felt like laughing but yknow, had to act fierce. Zzz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for typing such things on my blog, but i miss wq very much leh omg. Pls don't become a tranny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had dinner with some gymnasts and highlight of the day: My ten dollar note tore into two pieces. Hahahaha. Joke. Plus it was torn at the part where there's Yusof Bin Ishak's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TTW6UyXTx5I/AAAAAAAAF9k/_aNd_HaxCso/s1600/IMG_3622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TTW6UyXTx5I/AAAAAAAAF9k/_aNd_HaxCso/s400/IMG_3622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563557780965803922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well obviously i didn't take a picture of the side with our first president's face... It's so rude right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K i gtg sleep i needa pray that i have relief tmr! To think i used to dread it and sometimes even say that i'm not feeling well so i don't have to go. Now i'm more than willing to go even if i have 1000 degrees fever. Why? Because money money money~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-8035550505598530589?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/8035550505598530589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/8035550505598530589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/01/signed-in-to-msn-and-they-had-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TTW6UyXTx5I/AAAAAAAAF9k/_aNd_HaxCso/s72-c/IMG_3622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-9023782537182055789</id><published>2011-01-14T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T17:29:41.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zomg. Can't wait for an overseas trip! &lt;br /&gt;Family planning to go Genting?&lt;br /&gt;DVs planning to go Australia?&lt;br /&gt;PL planning to go ________(we'd talked abt it hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Wq and i planning to go somewhere cheap too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I hope it's not just lip service(s)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, i'd have to save up money for many things.&lt;br /&gt;- For those trips&lt;br /&gt;- For my own bag&lt;br /&gt;- For a new phone after my contract ends! (Hopefully by then, the new iphone will be out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay let's hope there'll be more relief jobs for me!&lt;br /&gt;Plus I have a new student now!&lt;br /&gt;And I hope I can earn from the Flea on Sunday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support &lt;a href="http://thesatinribbons.livejournal.com/10875"&gt;The Satin Ribbons&lt;/a&gt;! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note, the passing of a friend really made me think a lot. We were not really close, but i still felt the pain of losing a friend. Besides, it made me feel that we should all cherish our lives, no matter how much hardship we have to face, because being able to live is already considered a blessing. Some people don't even have a choice of living or doing certain activities given some conditions/illnesses they face. So while we are all in the pink of health, we should make the best out of it! So let's stop complaining (I know sometimes i'm a little whiny too, and yes i'm guilty of that oops), and just be satisfied with whatever we have. And try to avoid arguments/fights with family and friends and start cherishing them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-9023782537182055789?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/9023782537182055789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/9023782537182055789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/01/zomg.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-7505514129965620600</id><published>2011-01-06T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T00:29:19.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiiii it's been long since i updated this little thing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Year has been good. For now at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs076.snc6/168691_10150357500265467_546455466_16523883_6014000_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to USS on Mon! Despite the rain, wq and i had pretty much fun for the whole day! From taking this indoor ride for 4 times, to almost being caught for videoing our roller coaster ride, to passing 3 securities just to take a lame picture(just so we can make fun of wt and vanessa hahahaha). So ya, whatever it is, i had fun la. Thanks for this very fun bd gift qiang ge! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c123/iristoh/IMG_3478.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c123/iristoh/IMG_3490.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i just spent my whole day making my organizer omg i'm so happy of it's outcome. Sorry for sounding so obsessed with my own work, but it really looked good (to me). Hehahihuho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c123/iristoh/IMG_1350.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and say hi to sec 1 me! Just happened to find this picture somewhere in my old photobucket album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c123/iristoh/IMG_3491.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... borrowed some Nicholas Sparks books. Dear John for me, and the other two for my student!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-7505514129965620600?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7505514129965620600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7505514129965620600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2011/01/hiiii-its-been-long-since-i-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-8103515529755218777</id><published>2010-12-13T16:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:25:50.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't believe i'm looking for that particular techno song hahahahaha. (Daph the one i irritated you with)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-8103515529755218777?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/8103515529755218777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/8103515529755218777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/12/cant-believe-im-looking-for-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-5555078628766189152</id><published>2010-12-13T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T14:57:12.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg, i was bored so i went to stomp and saw this article about a girl selling USED panties online?! So i found the website. Wtf and the craziest thing is that there are people who buy the USED panties. Seriously, can people stop being so sick and deprived... Goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-5555078628766189152?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/5555078628766189152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/5555078628766189152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/12/omg-i-was-bored-so-i-went-to-stomp-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-7326773482718093600</id><published>2010-12-13T02:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T03:04:54.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4nmz6RX9gUQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4nmz6RX9gUQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend introduced me to this song like erm few years back, and i never stopped liking it! I prefer this version to the Frank Sinatra one. But the MTV is a bit gross at the back... HAHAH. K just listen! Really yummyz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, good day spent with forty-seven. Joke sial. Had yummy BFF and GONG CHA omg yummy. DFS, FEP, OC, 313, MSN. LAWL. We are jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like getting smth that is knitted. Making me drool. I want the kind that is kinda airy? So it's suitable for our all-time-summer climate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side track a little, one more week till tail strong's last paper! (Why did i sound like i'm the one taking exams?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well. This week is gna be kinda busy! Wheee. &lt;br /&gt;Mon: Doing some work for bro.&lt;br /&gt;Tue: Head down to CP to FINALLY get our stocks:D [Excited derhzsx] + tuition&lt;br /&gt;Wed: Clubbing.. AGAIN?! WA LAO EH SI BEI SIAN LEH CFM BORING LOR.&lt;br /&gt;Thu: Start doing up the website!!! + tuition&lt;br /&gt;Fri: Meet tail strong.&lt;br /&gt;Sat: Tuition? Do up blogshop? Just find smth to do la okay.&lt;br /&gt;Sun: Countdown to tail strong's last paper! Sorry i'm deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K GOOD NIGHT. OH LOOK AT THE TIME. I MEANT GOOD MORNING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-7326773482718093600?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7326773482718093600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7326773482718093600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/12/something-stupid.html' title='Something Stupid'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-719380589238631714</id><published>2010-12-09T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T21:25:34.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zomg, im meeting wq tmr. Like finally. Haven't seen him for almost a week?! Hehahihuho.&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping earlier and earlier recently and that's good! I must keep it that way. Okay time to sleep now, at 9.30pm. KIDDING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-719380589238631714?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/719380589238631714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/719380589238631714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/12/zomg-im-meeting-wq-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-3158869699388815552</id><published>2010-12-06T01:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T01:29:37.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends!</title><content type='html'>I hate to see my friends fretting over those stuffs. It's like i feel so helpless! Because i know it can't be controlled! But whatever it is, i am always here for you, friends!!! Anyway, I miss celebrations tgth, chilling tgth, mass convos tgth, etc. Reg and yh faster end la!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs004.ash2/33564_435317985425_590515425_5755555_3276353_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I AM SO HUNGRY NOW BYE IM GOING TO SLEEP. That si wq didn't text me for the whole day! K bye for real going to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-3158869699388815552?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/3158869699388815552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/3158869699388815552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/12/friends.html' title='Friends!'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-1207947464359919574</id><published>2010-12-03T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T02:02:02.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>I just realized 2010 HAD been a really really bad year. It's kinda early for this post's appearance since it's only the start of December.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the main points. Why was it so bad?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my alevel result was obviously not really ermzxszx up to my expectation? I passed every single subject(not proud of it at all), but it didn't get me anywhere because every other person is getting at least 1 or 2 'A's. So yeah, kinda sad about it. Every once in awhile i still feel quite affected about it because all my friends are like studying and i have nth to do at all. Nth to do at all, means i have a lot of free time to... go out with new people?! Lawl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next, is my family stuffs. I rmb around March, my family went through some bad times. And yeah, shall not elaborate much on that. But what i wanna say is that, i'm so glad it's all over now and i'm happy to see him become a better person. And it's really heartwarming to see all of us coming back tgth again for simple meals during birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, of course the bgr issues(sound kinda weird to me, idk why). After the 1 year plus rs with you-know-who-la-okay-dont-act-blur ended in mid jan, i've never had a really serious rs. I guess i was just taking a break from all those committed rs stuffs? Hahahaha. So yeah, that leads to my 20981641294 guys that i went out with after that. KEEDING not so many la. Around 9178213 only. K OKAY OKAY YOU GET MY POINT. So yeah. Then again, i can't say 2010 is bad because i met wq and i can safely say i'm taking a break from taking the previous break. GET IT? He really is a very decent guy(besides the fact that we met in you-know-where-la-dont-act-blur) and i really feel comfortable with him. So yeap enough of this!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, despite how bad 2010 had been for me, one thing that never changed/left was my dearest DVs. Seriously, i can talk to them about anything now(I think ever since we started playing truth or truth or smth like that). Nobody knows me better, and i know nobody else better. And besides DVs, i have my jc buddies too! My YCJMH/YJ CHUN MEI HUA LOLOLOLOL and PL. I totally feel more comfortable with them now, especially after some HTHTs. Yes we have been through so much in school last time. I like how we always think of smth funny that happened/we did in sch and start laughing till we cry. Things like "welcome to 938 live headline news." or "Mr muscle!" or drawing weird faces on our each others' hands when we're not aware, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is totally random, idk why i came up with it either. I GOTTA CRASH NOW TMR IS A DAMN BUSY DAY OMG.&lt;br /&gt;0900-1030h Tuition&lt;br /&gt;1130-1300h Swimming + Lunch with Agnes(Who is Agnes HAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;1400-1530h Tuition&lt;br /&gt;1630-1730h Piano lesson&lt;br /&gt;1900-2100h Family dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been busy for a long time. Hehehehe. Oh and blogshop is gonna start realllllly soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this really short post(I KNOW RIGHT, WRONG, SIT ON THE FENCE? I'll try to have longer posts next time!),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ooiFJcezdoo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ooiFJcezdoo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-1207947464359919574?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1207947464359919574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1207947464359919574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-1116047415538764847</id><published>2010-11-25T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T13:33:17.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1! 2! 3! 4! Hi 5!</title><content type='html'>So i was switching channels while having my breakfast, and i saw the kids show, Hi 5! So I just decided to watch it for awhile. It was about a day at the beach and one of the hosts was singing smth about her day at the beach with a beach ball. And at the end of the song she was like "and that is what makes my beachy day!"&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-1116047415538764847?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1116047415538764847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1116047415538764847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/11/1-2-3-4-hi-5.html' title='1! 2! 3! 4! Hi 5!'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-600746731245354331</id><published>2010-11-17T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T18:45:13.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuition</title><content type='html'>Today at tuition, i was teaching my student differentiation. So all the chain rule, product rule and quotient rule. Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: I'm going to sue the person who created this differentiation thing.&lt;br /&gt;Me: He's probably dead alr...?&lt;br /&gt;Student: He lucky ah he...&lt;br /&gt;Me: O.K. *Roll my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i went out with my other student on Monday. Hahahaha cool right. She was so excited about the outing, i think because she hardly gets to go out? But anyway, we went to town to catch a movie and had Astons for dinner. Followed by shopping around PS. Then i had to rush off for my piano lesson. Didn't know i could get along so well with my tuition kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about tuition, i went for some sort of an interview at a tuition centre and the person said she might let me teach those really young kids? I don't really want... Once again, beggar can't be choosers right? I just told her i can try...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-600746731245354331?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/600746731245354331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/600746731245354331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/11/tuition.html' title='Tuition'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-5995916495055043874</id><published>2010-11-07T02:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T02:50:40.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHA. I had so much fun reading the comments about the downtown east incident on some guy's facebook. Apparently the guy is the &lt;i&gt;chopper's&lt;/i&gt; friend or smth. Looking at their statements really made me feel like i've grown up and i'm so matured. Oh GP paper on monday right? Maybe this topic will appear. Hahahaha bazinga! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT GOING TO FORCE MYSELF TO SLEEP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-5995916495055043874?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/5995916495055043874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/5995916495055043874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/11/hahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-937301080120844865</id><published>2010-11-06T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T20:15:27.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain + Piano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TNVFn2ffmQI/AAAAAAAAF84/asyFgBdQv7g/s1600/IMG_2705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TNVFn2ffmQI/AAAAAAAAF84/asyFgBdQv7g/s400/IMG_2705.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536407867866716418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TNVFnIttrrI/AAAAAAAAF8w/55Q67rkL0Ts/s1600/IMG_2727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TNVFnIttrrI/AAAAAAAAF8w/55Q67rkL0Ts/s400/IMG_2727.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536407855578328754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current weather: Drizzle, with cold breezes of air~&lt;br /&gt;Things to do: Play my pee-ah-no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i know why i like to play the piano when it's raining. Because my piano is at my enclosed balcony. And it's friggin' stuffy when it's sunny. So it's damn shiok when it's cooling there! So cosy and nice~&lt;br /&gt;BYE Gonna grab this moment to play some yummy melodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-937301080120844865?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/937301080120844865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/937301080120844865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/11/rain-piano.html' title='Rain + Piano'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TNVFn2ffmQI/AAAAAAAAF84/asyFgBdQv7g/s72-c/IMG_2705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-7270338029372333261</id><published>2010-11-06T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T16:51:29.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia ah~</title><content type='html'>I've been sleeping late recently. It's not that i want to, but i just can't fall asleep?! Like last night, after the MJ session, I was actually quite tired, but i couldn't sleep! So i watched a bit of how i met your father (k lame) and then went to bed. And that's like almost 6am. The thing was, i took some time to fall asleep when i went to bed! For the past few nights, it has been the same! Like going to bed at 2 plus, but only falling asleep at 3 plus? It's not like i'm stressed over anything or what? Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I miss DVs! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-7270338029372333261?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7270338029372333261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7270338029372333261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/11/insomnia-ah.html' title='Insomnia ah~'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-1951349944687803762</id><published>2010-11-05T02:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T02:50:10.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never told you</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I Never Told You, Colbie Caillat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;How you kiss me at night&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way we sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like there's no sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Like the taste of your smile&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way we breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never told you&lt;br /&gt;What I should have said&lt;br /&gt;No, I never told you&lt;br /&gt;I just held it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now,&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that I still want you&lt;br /&gt;And after all the things we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I close mine&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to see&lt;br /&gt;Where I belong to&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not around you&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm alone with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never told you&lt;br /&gt;What I should have said&lt;br /&gt;No, I never told you&lt;br /&gt;I just held it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now,&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that I still want you&lt;br /&gt;And after all the things we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never told you&lt;br /&gt;What I should have said&lt;br /&gt;No, I never told you&lt;br /&gt;I just held it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now,&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that I still want you&lt;br /&gt;And after all the things we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sad yet beautiful song! If one day i become emo, this will be in my playlist. Yumz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to reg about the blogshop thing omg. So excited about it. After my swimming buddy, daph, finishes her exams, we can start working on it! I've even planned who to call to be my model already hia hia hia. Excited much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway friends, as much as Koi's bubble milk tea is deteriorating, I found a new yumz yumz milk tea store! I think quite a lot of ppl should have heard about it. It's called Gong Cha!!! The milk tea with herbal jelly is like so much better! I hope their standard will not start falling after we all grow to love their product. And the replacement of pearls with herbal jelly is so much better, because i don't really like pearls!!! If i'm not wrong there's also milk tea with pudding but i didn't get to try it because they didn't order the pudding?! Hahahaha. Alrighty time for bed, i have tuition in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Deepavali to all the Yin Du Tong Bao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-1951349944687803762?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1951349944687803762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1951349944687803762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-never-told-you.html' title='I never told you'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-3245315124114728127</id><published>2010-11-03T22:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T22:56:52.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too free.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, i've really been too free/boliao. So i decided to try smth hehe. Went to buy some clay and rings and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TNF3T_3nZ8I/AAAAAAAAF8o/V3UyzaGR_Sk/s1600/IMG_2776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TNF3T_3nZ8I/AAAAAAAAF8o/V3UyzaGR_Sk/s400/IMG_2776.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535336602460972994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the coffee cup thingy on the post that reg reblogged. So wanted to try HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-3245315124114728127?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/3245315124114728127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/3245315124114728127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/11/too-free.html' title='Too free.'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TNF3T_3nZ8I/AAAAAAAAF8o/V3UyzaGR_Sk/s72-c/IMG_2776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-6131634695293868438</id><published>2010-10-27T02:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T02:16:22.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginger!</title><content type='html'>The ginger drink is so... Spicy? No that's not the word! Prickly? No... IDK, you get my point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-6131634695293868438?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/6131634695293868438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/6131634695293868438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/10/ginger.html' title='Ginger!'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-8458616201104717425</id><published>2010-10-26T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T20:17:31.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>Owwww my student's english, just passed. Her math, B4. Yet she's top in her class?! Her older sister was telling me that she's not very happy with the results and expects her younger sister to get at least A2 for math? And for english, she expects better. My mum was saying the way the older sister said it, is not only giving her sister pressure, but me also. Omg. In the first place, i was quite reluctant to give english tuition, but she was the one who wanted. She even asked me to give science tuition as well. But luckily i didn't agree because i tried teaching science the other day, but totally cui. If i were paid to teach science, i think i would be pinpointed again. Feel like scolding the B word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch. K i scolded it. Lalala starz forz youz`~ ***~***~***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-8458616201104717425?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/8458616201104717425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/8458616201104717425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/10/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-2364703804563804176</id><published>2010-10-19T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T19:17:13.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a little faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TL0e2Vrpt_I/AAAAAAAAF70/MtPSJAsApus/s1600/Photo1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TL0e2Vrpt_I/AAAAAAAAF70/MtPSJAsApus/s400/Photo1200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529609836362840050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TL0e2uHAaGI/AAAAAAAAF78/6dOSRQikbvM/s1600/Photo1198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TL0e2uHAaGI/AAAAAAAAF78/6dOSRQikbvM/s400/Photo1198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529609842920024162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished reading that book. I like how relevant some phrases are. Off to read Tony Parsons'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-2364703804563804176?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/2364703804563804176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/2364703804563804176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/10/have-little-faith_14.html' title='Have a little faith'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TL0e2Vrpt_I/AAAAAAAAF70/MtPSJAsApus/s72-c/Photo1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-1849101524341544338</id><published>2010-10-18T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T17:33:08.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality</title><content type='html'>I like people who have very strong and individual personalities. As in people who don't follow the crowd because you'll never go wrong since it's the majority. I like people who speak their thoughts out and fight for their own mindsets/beliefs. I think that's what i like in some singers/actresses. They seem very confident and comfortable in their own skin. And i like people who are humble about what they have. Like some people, they are really hot/pretty/cute/etc but they don't flaunt about it. I can't stand those who go around with their heads up high, and think that having a pretty face or having a lot of material possessions means they are more superior. When we die, we are not going to bring any of these artificial matters with us, but we bring what's within us. And the things that are within us are our personalities/values/thoughts/memories/etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-1849101524341544338?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1849101524341544338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1849101524341544338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/10/personality.html' title='Personality'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-4034541488704169295</id><published>2010-10-15T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T14:27:12.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piglet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TLf0OFBWOLI/AAAAAAAAF7c/Zvu87nzKx3M/s1600/IMG_2612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TLf0OFBWOLI/AAAAAAAAF7c/Zvu87nzKx3M/s400/IMG_2612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528155590323746994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum ran to me and asked me to take a photo of that. JOKE. Hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-4034541488704169295?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/4034541488704169295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/4034541488704169295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/10/piglet.html' title='Piglet'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TLf0OFBWOLI/AAAAAAAAF7c/Zvu87nzKx3M/s72-c/IMG_2612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-4197565204697021710</id><published>2010-10-14T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T12:07:30.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUNGRY</title><content type='html'>OMG. No bread in my house. How can?! Getting out of this empty house now to meet wq. LIKE AFTER 6 DAYS ZOMGXZXSCZSXZ. Yes, the last time i met him was that night at zouk. Poor thang. &lt;br /&gt;And yeah, next week is ntu's recess week. Means can meet up with reg yh as well. Zomgzxszasxzsxzsszs. Okay, i just sounded mental. &lt;br /&gt;And ya, was reading have a little faith last night again. So found the excerpt kinda relevant. I mean, what if something like that really happens?! What would you do? So ya, i wasn't being emo haha.&lt;br /&gt;OMG, my stomach got that pain again! Or maybe my stomach is a maze. So my excretion can't its way out? So it's like drilling a hole to take a shortcut. K WOW imaginative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-4197565204697021710?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/4197565204697021710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/4197565204697021710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/10/hungry.html' title='HUNGRY'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-643369128324793290</id><published>2010-10-14T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T01:41:15.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TLXvIg1IXFI/AAAAAAAAF7U/X60DB5ObD3Q/s1600/Photo11971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TLXvIg1IXFI/AAAAAAAAF7U/X60DB5ObD3Q/s400/Photo11971.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527587047197924434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-643369128324793290?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/643369128324793290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/643369128324793290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TLXvIg1IXFI/AAAAAAAAF7U/X60DB5ObD3Q/s72-c/Photo11971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-8244482200811242397</id><published>2010-10-13T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:57:00.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomachache</title><content type='html'>I think there's like some chemical inside my stomach. &lt;br /&gt;Every day, without fail, i would feel this weird pain, then i'll sit on the toilet bowl for like 10 mins hoping some excretion will come out. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;It's not even gastric pain(because i don't even starve myself). Neither is it menses cramp because i know how menses cramps feel like. &lt;br /&gt;Hello any doctors can help?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-8244482200811242397?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/8244482200811242397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/8244482200811242397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/10/stomachache.html' title='Stomachache'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-4464512281699671173</id><published>2010-10-13T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T18:21:00.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Period.</title><content type='html'>Moody. It must be the menses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-4464512281699671173?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/4464512281699671173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/4464512281699671173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/10/period.html' title='Period.'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-1722809764862583816</id><published>2010-10-12T13:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T14:11:49.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling.</title><content type='html'>Why do i keep falling recently?! Last night i fell once on my stairs. Just now i tripped and fell on my stairs AGAIN! And now my toe got this weird feeling. Like some internal bleeding or smth. It feels kinda numb. At the same time when i walk normally, it feels painful! Zomg. What if i dislocate my toe or smth? It's already weirdly out of shape, if it's further distorted, i think i'm really becoming an alien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more fall. Falling in love HAHAHAHA YUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;Or falling from the sky, because i'm an angel?! LAWL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-1722809764862583816?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1722809764862583816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1722809764862583816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/10/falling.html' title='Falling.'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-7191492791042720859</id><published>2010-10-11T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:07:03.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn you lizards.</title><content type='html'>I hate lizards so much, that i had a dream about them.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that this lizard was on the ceiling and a cockroach flew near it. Then the lizard, being greedy, wanted to eat the cockroach. But the cockroach flew before the lizard could eat it, and the lizard fell to the ground and died.&lt;br /&gt;And i was there laughing at the lizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a ridiculous dream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-7191492791042720859?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7191492791042720859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7191492791042720859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/10/damn-you-lizards.html' title='Damn you lizards.'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-8041888966232167690</id><published>2010-10-11T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T01:04:20.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mushroom.</title><content type='html'>Actually what i said previously was wrong! I did cut my hair around this short before. Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7649/625/1600/DSC00878.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-8041888966232167690?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/8041888966232167690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/8041888966232167690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/10/mushroom.html' title='Mushroom.'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-4544397223729046617</id><published>2010-10-11T00:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T01:06:27.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just gonna stand there and watch me burn~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I'M TOO EXCITED ABOUT MY NEW HAIRSTYLE. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but i've never cut my hair so damn short before. The hair dresser even shaved it. I mean part of it. Looks a bit like this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hairstyles.ws/hair-styles/Celebrity-Womens-Hairstyles/Rihanna/Rihanna-066376.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, mine is not so dramatic/exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs264.snc4/39554_10150277906060467_546455466_15112893_3290959_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI! That's me if you couldn't recognize (Ya right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, mel, my brother and my mum all gave positive feedbacks. And i like it too! Wheeeee don't regret cutting so short. Omg, but it will definitely take a longggggggggg time to grow. Yawnszsxzxsx. Nevertheless, time to play around with my hair! Actually i think i'll just comb it properly everyday, i was never a fan of messy hair. Or rather, i cannot stand my hair being messyyyyyyyy. Okay, actually it doesn't really look like the Rihanna's hair. K eos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good day with Mel. I did a great job in being a boyfriend right?! HAPPY NINETEENTH MELLIE!! Lurbexzsxsxzs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-4544397223729046617?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/4544397223729046617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/4544397223729046617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-gonna-stand-there-and-watch-me.html' title='Just gonna stand there and watch me burn~'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-5691166898448357164</id><published>2010-10-10T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T01:14:41.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even shorter hair?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched "Short hairstyles for round faces". HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://beautytips.blogliterature.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/short-hairstyles1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSFiyoFl7P7amoKKshbi3qTzYtWDh3nFrrKf2xFiLsDqIvLTlw&amp;t=1&amp;usg=__0e4IhKkGZjNWKYOKIHQpcTmAHWQ="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQiMNKDHU9YErYf6-CH0BIOYrR-mle79n4hJBJO7Y711rhCASk&amp;t=1&amp;usg=__rwb3BCmSb91DektrCVZDR5YCIlw="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRIKN2O54VdkmHIHZ-RcL4wdrsRpTF3t54VCvkRWNupdfLCFx0&amp;t=1&amp;usg=__nbdyUeJi6JEOz1FvywQDeMDk6r0="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQoYX0tiXe0pj4fdhJfcScQNBtIjr1rYzzMSfWjh0FEbdAaLqA&amp;t=1&amp;usg=__Eh2rHw5DjMVhQ4j-9q25ly072y4="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST ONE IS DAMN PHAIL HAHAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;K but yesh, i am contemplating to cut it shorter before it reaches the 'qiao' period. Andddd yeah after i cut, i'm going to leave it to grow till it reaches my ass (like in sec 1). Kidding, i won't want such longgggg hair la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combined bd celebration with mel ytd was good! It's been long since we last saw Pris, and since the DVs came tgth. Feels really heartwarming. This year's bd was good for me because i see a lot of reunions. Reunion of my family after tiding over the past few months and reunion of DVs!! And reunion of YCJMH/YJCMH(HAHA)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-5691166898448357164?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/5691166898448357164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/5691166898448357164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/10/even-shorter-hair.html' title='Even shorter hair?'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-928627023339086009</id><published>2010-10-10T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T00:35:29.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Male Chauvinist Pig.</title><content type='html'>I can't stand MCPs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-928627023339086009?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/928627023339086009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/928627023339086009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/10/male-chauvinist-pig.html' title='Male Chauvinist Pig.'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-3272603899991392932</id><published>2010-10-09T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T17:01:03.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster</title><content type='html'>I was so bored, i decided to visit friendster and read the testimonials. HAHAHA. Friendster was so lameee. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one was from daph:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 14TH BIRTHDAY SLANG PARTNER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. even the second shortest girl in our class is 14th and when i am still 13.hah.get into the same class next year alrights.or else,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons will be so dull&lt;br /&gt;no more screaming during pe&lt;br /&gt;nobody to slang with me&lt;br /&gt;no more crapping&lt;br /&gt;no more asking you what are you doing&lt;br /&gt;no more looking at you walking like some retard on the way back to class.&lt;br /&gt;less one shorty to be laughed at&lt;br /&gt;no one to help me with my maths&lt;br /&gt;and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sounded so negative. we must be optimistic like atticus. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best for eoys too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA i didn't know we started slanging since Sec 1?! Where're you from? AustrAlia~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-3272603899991392932?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/3272603899991392932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/3272603899991392932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/10/friendster.html' title='Friendster'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-5880642812978081518</id><published>2010-10-08T13:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T16:37:32.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dix Neuf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TK7W01NO_VI/AAAAAAAAF60/5vgmOcgA78g/s1600/IMG_2324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TK7W01NO_VI/AAAAAAAAF60/5vgmOcgA78g/s400/IMG_2324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525589995954306386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nineteen years old! Omggg last year as a teenager! Must cherish my youth! I can't understand why some people wanna grow up so badly!!! I wanna be young foreverrrr. K kidding. Not so desperate to be a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a relatively good time with wq followed by my family. Happy birthday to me :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, let's look forward to tonight. &lt;br /&gt;Oh no, damn it, it will be a boring night!!!! (Must act sian, right reg?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TK7YAlaVD4I/AAAAAAAAF68/HkzmSKqA6hQ/s1600/IMG_2344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TK7YAlaVD4I/AAAAAAAAF68/HkzmSKqA6hQ/s400/IMG_2344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525591297384320898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH WTH I THINK IM BALDING CHECK THIS OUT?!?!?!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-5880642812978081518?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/5880642812978081518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/5880642812978081518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/10/dix-neuf.html' title='Dix Neuf'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TK7W01NO_VI/AAAAAAAAF60/5vgmOcgA78g/s72-c/IMG_2324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-9161907805194662364</id><published>2010-10-05T16:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T16:24:50.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a little faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TKrgZHk8RLI/AAAAAAAAF6s/lvDIvQFGbtg/s1600/IMG_2303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TKrgZHk8RLI/AAAAAAAAF6s/lvDIvQFGbtg/s400/IMG_2303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524474615058678962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am reading Mitch Albom's Have A Little Faith. Very much about religious stuffs, especially Christianity. Didn't really feel like reading at first because i'm not much of a religious person. But yeah, after reading like almost half the book, it's really quite ermz captivating? Which leads me to read on. The above excerpt, coincidentally, is what i always thought about. A house is never a home if there is no warmth in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, tuition zzz. Two tuitions to be exact. ZZZ.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-9161907805194662364?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/9161907805194662364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/9161907805194662364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/10/have-little-faith.html' title='Have a little faith'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TKrgZHk8RLI/AAAAAAAAF6s/lvDIvQFGbtg/s72-c/IMG_2303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-1265822605747002544</id><published>2010-10-05T14:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T14:36:59.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWjrMTWXH28?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWjrMTWXH28?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Fergie's eyeliner. Cool. Maybe i should draw that on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;K kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-1265822605747002544?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1265822605747002544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1265822605747002544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-hehehe.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-3466805179985501317</id><published>2010-10-04T14:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T15:04:43.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs621.snc4/58139_10150272630575467_546455466_15005182_6807284_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorty has short hair now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels good to cut my hair short. Feels like a new beginning or smth. But not like i had any bad experience(s) before this la. I rmb the last time i cut this short was in J1, when Marcus and i just broke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs431.ash1/23859_1393381875961_1274598458_1117161_6825178_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There J1 and just got my haircut. Can totally rmb this scene. At Cathay B&amp;J. Quarreling over the phone. Hahahahaha. Right Jos and Sandy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K i'm bored now. My birthday is coming in 3 days' time! Feels like eons since i last celebrated my birthday. Idk why either. Nineteen, sure feels too young to be called old, and too old to be called young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-3466805179985501317?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/3466805179985501317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/3466805179985501317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/10/short-hair.html' title='Short hair!'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-1184599368044039964</id><published>2010-09-27T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T18:58:28.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itchy</title><content type='html'>I am feeling so itchy almost everywhere. My hands, my legs, my butt, yes butt omg. And it's not rashes. It's like an insect bite. But then i don't see any insects around! Wth? Itchy like...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-1184599368044039964?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1184599368044039964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1184599368044039964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/09/itchy.html' title='Itchy'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-2006560643407419507</id><published>2010-09-27T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T17:04:55.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Stayed at home the whole day! Hiahiahia. Shit, i'm too lazy. But aiya, the world is ending in 2012, so don't have to work so hard la. K just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather is perfect. Rain. I only hate rains when i want to go out. But other than that, I like rainy days because who wouldn't sleep soundly with that?! And somehow, idk why either, i like to play the piano when it's raining. Maybe the mixture of the sound of the rain and the piano sounds better?! Ok, but ya you get my point, i like how the piano sounds when it rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh talking about piano, i went to download some scores of songs like airplanes, undo it, alejandro, hey soul sisters. I spent around $20+ to print like over 10 songs, but guess what, I think my money is going down to drain because i can't even play them. Ha ha ha joke. I can only play undo it. K i need to get my patience back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-2006560643407419507?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/2006560643407419507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/2006560643407419507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/09/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-7755665664148885560</id><published>2010-09-24T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T02:25:18.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim</title><content type='html'>Omg I'm still up at this hour despite having to wake up early for a swim with Daph tmr!&lt;br /&gt;Guess why was i home so late!! Had fat boyszsxz for dinner with the perfect line. Zomg i'm still damn full now la. Guess what we did after that? We made Jos practise her parking like 209839198 times! Sandy Sheryl and I were acting as poles that cannot be knocked down. Ya, seriously nth better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. I feel like just giving tuition to sec sch kids and not work in an office. I'm waaaaay to laaaazy even though my office job(for my brother) is only like 4 times (sometimes even less) a week. And it's only from 12pm to 6pm coupled with free transport most of the time. And i like how tuition can be so flexible and earn me so much money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wellzsxz the students are having end-of-year exams now so i won't be able to find students. Let's wait tilllllllll November!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my i'm too excited for October now. My birthday, Mel's birthday, our birthday celebration and a hair cut. For now, let's look forward to Sat! That is, beverrrlllllyyyyy's 21st! And followed by... the postponed partying. Kwakwakwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-7755665664148885560?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7755665664148885560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7755665664148885560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/09/swim.html' title='Swim'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-5761760909820462527</id><published>2010-09-21T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:22:40.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butter</title><content type='html'>Goshhh, haven't stepped in THAT place for a reallyyy longgggg time.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tmr!&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I won't do anything that will destroy my life now because my life is just (Y).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was trying to picture myself like 10 years down the road. I couldn't see myself as an office person, holding and attending meetings after meetings. But i could picture myself as a teacher somehow. Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-5761760909820462527?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/5761760909820462527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/5761760909820462527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/09/butter.html' title='Butter'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-3531406983988575005</id><published>2010-09-17T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T01:32:10.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undo it</title><content type='html'>Undo it - Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;I should have known by the way you passed me by&lt;br /&gt;There was something in your eyes and it wasn't right&lt;br /&gt;I should have walked but I never had the chance&lt;br /&gt;Everything got out of hand and I let it slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I only have myself to blame for falling for your stupid games&lt;br /&gt;I wish my life could be the way it was before I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stole my happy, you made me cry&lt;br /&gt;Took the lonely and took me for a ride&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-undo it&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart, now I want it back&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to see everything you lack&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you blew it, you put me through it&lt;br /&gt;I wanna uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-undo it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your photos don't have a picture frame&lt;br /&gt;And I never say your name and I never will&lt;br /&gt;And all your things, well I threw them in the trash&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not even sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you only have yourself to blame for playing all those stupid games&lt;br /&gt;You're always gonna be the same and, oh no, you'll never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stole my happy, you made me cry&lt;br /&gt;Took the lonely and took me for a ride&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-undo it&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart, now I want it back&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to see everything you lack&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you blew it, you put me through it&lt;br /&gt;I wanna uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-undo it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na, na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want my future, you can't have it&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to erase you from my past&lt;br /&gt;I need you gone so fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stole my happy, you made me cry&lt;br /&gt;Took the lonely and took me for a ride&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-undo it&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart, now I want it back&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to see everything you lack&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you blew it, you put me through it&lt;br /&gt;I wanna uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-undo it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stole my happy, you made me cry&lt;br /&gt;Took the lonely and took me for a ride&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you blew it, you put me through it&lt;br /&gt;I wanna uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-undo it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah another singer that i admire. Yummy. Anyway, it's not that i wanna post lame songs on my blog, but the songs are really quite apt in some ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally gotten my debit card! Started selling my metronome on ebay already. But nobody is buying/bidding for it): But there's this lady which seemed quite interested, but she didnt reply me already-.- And yesss can start selling stuffs on ebay. My mum wants me to sell her sewing machine too. Cool. After selling, we can buy new one!!!! But not like it's so easy to sell, so ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-3531406983988575005?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/3531406983988575005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/3531406983988575005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/09/undo-it.html' title='Undo it'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-2398764393910189630</id><published>2010-09-15T01:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T01:07:28.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metronome</title><content type='html'>Goshhhh I want a vintage metronome!! &lt;br /&gt;It's so cooooooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.63012124.jpg" width=350 height=400&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.63012124.jpg"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/listing/22745388/free-shipping-vintage-seth-thomas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-2398764393910189630?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/2398764393910189630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/2398764393910189630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/09/metronome.html' title='Metronome'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-8909970482773613849</id><published>2010-09-11T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T13:49:14.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So apt.</title><content type='html'>Impossible - Shontelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember years ago &lt;br /&gt;Someone told me I should take &lt;br /&gt;Caution when it comes to love &lt;br /&gt;I did, I did &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you were strong and I was not &lt;br /&gt;My illusion, my mistake &lt;br /&gt;I was careless, I forgot &lt;br /&gt;I did &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now when all is done &lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to say &lt;br /&gt;You have gone and so effortlessly &lt;br /&gt;You have won &lt;br /&gt;You can go ahead tell them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell them all I know now &lt;br /&gt;Shout it from the roof tops &lt;br /&gt;Write it on the sky line &lt;br /&gt;All we had is gone now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell them I was happy &lt;br /&gt;And my heart is broken &lt;br /&gt;All my scars are open &lt;br /&gt;Tell them what I hoped would be &lt;br /&gt;Impossible, impossible &lt;br /&gt;Impossible, impossible &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling out of love is hard &lt;br /&gt;Falling for betrayal is worst &lt;br /&gt;Broken trust and broken hearts &lt;br /&gt;I know, I know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking all you need is there &lt;br /&gt;Building faith on love and words &lt;br /&gt;Empty promises will wear &lt;br /&gt;I know, I know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now when all is gone &lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to say &lt;br /&gt;And if you're done with embarrassing me &lt;br /&gt;On your own you can go ahead tell them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell them all I know now &lt;br /&gt;Shout it from the roof tops &lt;br /&gt;Write it on the sky line &lt;br /&gt;All we had is gone now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell them I was happy &lt;br /&gt;And my heart is broken &lt;br /&gt;All my scars are open &lt;br /&gt;Tell them what I hoped would be &lt;br /&gt;Impossible, impossible &lt;br /&gt;Impossible, impossible &lt;br /&gt;Impossible, impossible &lt;br /&gt;Impossible, impossible! &lt;br /&gt;Ooh impossible (yeah yeah) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember years ago &lt;br /&gt;Someone told me I should take &lt;br /&gt;Caution when it comes to love &lt;br /&gt;I did &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell them all I know now &lt;br /&gt;Shout it from the roof tops &lt;br /&gt;Write it on the sky line &lt;br /&gt;All we had is gone now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell them I was happy &lt;br /&gt;And my heart is broken &lt;br /&gt;All my scars are open &lt;br /&gt;Tell them what I hoped would be &lt;br /&gt;Impossible, impossible &lt;br /&gt;Impossible, impossible &lt;br /&gt;Impossible, impossible &lt;br /&gt;Impossible, impossible &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember years ago &lt;br /&gt;Someone told me I should take &lt;br /&gt;Caution when it comes to love &lt;br /&gt;I did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy you're right, this song is so Jia Wen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the perfect line(we obviously don't know how to spell thick-skin). Good time catching up with them all the way till like 2am plus at Chilli's and Sheryl's new(to me it's still new) house. Yes, finally meeting up properly, not in a club and all high and drunk. Really really missed school. I just find it funnily heart-warming how we can come back tgth and just sit down and catch up despite going through so much (frankly speaking) bitchings last time. Hahahaha. K enough of those. Had a good time. Oh and i'm going to download the Human Centipede show if i find it! HAHAHA. So... When Mahjong ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with WQ ytd and just roamed around Tampines. Tampines is really damnnnn boring. We walked two malls and there was still spare time before our movie started. Caught resident evil, which is idk-what-to-say-but-it's-lame. Ya. I can't believe i watched that show, because i was never a fan of action movies. But i liked the quality time spent, because we hardly meet. For the whole of last week, I met him only on tues and fri. But i like it this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, gonna have an awkward moment later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy, can't wait to meet up with DVs tonight, especially because Daphie (then she'll say "Can you stop calling me Daphie?!!?!?!) the psychopath mugger is finally coming out to meet us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-8909970482773613849?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/8909970482773613849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/8909970482773613849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-apt.html' title='So apt.'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-7057969888283248013</id><published>2010-09-02T12:46:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T13:29:36.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi?</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooo tempted to cut my hair but reg and wq(after he saw pics of me in short hair) said i don't look good in it. Kwa kwa kwa. And once again, i'm thinking of cutting bald, and buying a wig to wear. But i shall wait till i'm older?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TH8yuB85MaI/AAAAAAAAFwk/e21tc1d8mpo/s1600/hairforhope.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TH8yuB85MaI/AAAAAAAAFwk/e21tc1d8mpo/s320/hairforhope.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512180235303989666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://hairforhope.org.sg/hfh/images/gallery/fullsize/media-asiawork3.jpg" width=620 height=500&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://hairforhope.org.sg"&gt;Hair For Hope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been good to me. I like how free i am now. Free as in i can plan my own schedule and stuffs. Work is boring, but with nonsense from my brother in the office, it's not thaaat mundane after all. My eyes almost dropped from staring at the excel sheets for like 98120731hours. Yeah. As for tuition, i'm beginning to feel worried for my ability in teaching English. I mean, my own English isn't THAT fantastic, and yet i'm teaching it. It's not that i'm trying to cheat the parents' money, it's just that they asked me to try and teach! So... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to meet my Yong Chun Jie Mei Huas(YCJMH)/YJ Chun Mei Huas(YJCHM according to Prisissy.) for dinner later. Missed themmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for... WORK. (Oh by the way, i'm working at home. Shiok right hahahaha.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-7057969888283248013?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7057969888283248013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/7057969888283248013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/09/hi.html' title='Hi?'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BM4vKDzAKM/TH8yuB85MaI/AAAAAAAAFwk/e21tc1d8mpo/s72-c/hairforhope.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-1632485803299459626</id><published>2010-09-01T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T16:24:34.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$20</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20.00 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, 'Who would like this $20 bill?' &lt;br /&gt;Hands started going up. &lt;br /&gt;He said, 'I am going to give this $20 to one of you, but first, let me do this. He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill. He then asked, 'Who still wants it?' Still the hands were up in the air. &lt;br /&gt;Well, he replied, 'What if I do this?' And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. 'Now, who still wants it?' &lt;br /&gt;Still the hands went into the air. &lt;br /&gt;My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20. &lt;br /&gt;Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who do love you. The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but by who we are and whose we are. &lt;br /&gt;You are special - Don't ever forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-1632485803299459626?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1632485803299459626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1632485803299459626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/09/20.html' title='$20'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-3531907463623331225</id><published>2010-08-31T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T14:10:46.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Teenage Dream - Katy Perry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm pretty &lt;br /&gt;Without any makeup on &lt;br /&gt;You think I'm funny &lt;br /&gt;When I tell the punchline wrong &lt;br /&gt;I know you get me &lt;br /&gt;So I let my walls come down, down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you met me &lt;br /&gt;I was alright but things &lt;br /&gt;Were kinda heavy &lt;br /&gt;You brought me to life &lt;br /&gt;Now every February &lt;br /&gt;You'll be my valentine, valentine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go all the way tonight &lt;br /&gt;No regrets, just love &lt;br /&gt;We can dance, until we die &lt;br /&gt;You and I, we'll be young forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I'm livin' a &lt;br /&gt;Teenage dream &lt;br /&gt;The way you turn me on &lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep &lt;br /&gt;Let's run away and &lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart stops &lt;br /&gt;When you look at me &lt;br /&gt;Just one touch &lt;br /&gt;Now baby I believe &lt;br /&gt;This is real &lt;br /&gt;So take a chance and &lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to Cali &lt;br /&gt;And got drunk on the beach &lt;br /&gt;Got a motel and &lt;br /&gt;Built a fort out of sheets &lt;br /&gt;I finally found you &lt;br /&gt;My missing puzzle piece &lt;br /&gt;I'm complete &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go all the way tonight &lt;br /&gt;No regrets, just love &lt;br /&gt;We can dance, until we die &lt;br /&gt;You and I, we'll be young forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I'm livin' a &lt;br /&gt;Teenage dream &lt;br /&gt;The way you turn me on &lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep &lt;br /&gt;Let's run away and &lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart stops &lt;br /&gt;When you look at me &lt;br /&gt;Just one touch &lt;br /&gt;Now baby I believe &lt;br /&gt;This is real &lt;br /&gt;So take a chance and &lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mma get your heart racing &lt;br /&gt;In my skin-tight jeans &lt;br /&gt;Be your teenage dream tonight &lt;br /&gt;Let you put your hands on me &lt;br /&gt;In my skin-tight jeans &lt;br /&gt;Be your teenage dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoooouuu &lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I'm livin' a &lt;br /&gt;Teenage dream &lt;br /&gt;The way you turn me on &lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep &lt;br /&gt;Let's run away and &lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;br /&gt;Noooooo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart stops &lt;br /&gt;When you look at me &lt;br /&gt;Just one touch &lt;br /&gt;Now baby I believe &lt;br /&gt;This is real &lt;br /&gt;So (ohhhh) take a chance and &lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mma get your heart racing &lt;br /&gt;In my skin-tight jeans &lt;br /&gt;Be your teenage dream tonight &lt;br /&gt;Let you put your hands on me &lt;br /&gt;In my skin-tight jeans &lt;br /&gt;Be your teenage dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always liked her songs! Yumz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-3531907463623331225?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/3531907463623331225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/3531907463623331225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/08/teenage-dream.html' title='Teenage Dream'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-6974716366175135847</id><published>2010-08-29T00:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:50:49.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Konichiwa! Bonjour!</title><content type='html'>Chilled at Starbucks with some bitchy girls. And the actor was there too! He was chilling with his friends too. HAHAHA. The Zhang Yao Dong guy. I rmb i saw him once at PS and i waved to him, and he smiled back at me! Coolz. Hehehe. He must be thinking "Wow was is that pretty girl waving at me?!" K whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I'm going to download the drama now and put it in my ipod! And my brother is giving me his iTouch (because he got himself an iPhone)! Maybe I can sync the drama into the iTouch hiahiahia. And I'm waiting for my bday! I'm going to save up and pamper myself with... an iPhone! Sounds reallllly yummy isn't it. Yes, and sell my current phone before it spoils!!! You know how I always drop my phone. I'm considered quite lucky that my phone is still in working condition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, for now, let's look forward to tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take up a new language or take up singing lessons?!&lt;br /&gt;If language, Japanese or French?!&lt;br /&gt;Long hair or short hair?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-6974716366175135847?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/6974716366175135847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/6974716366175135847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/08/konichiwa-bonjour.html' title='Konichiwa! Bonjour!'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-4437015795109909884</id><published>2010-08-27T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T01:56:27.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic</title><content type='html'>I hate how nostalgic i am. Seriously! (I'm not sounding emo here don't worry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just looking through this person's facebook. He's like a stranger to me now. We hardly even talk. It's really funny how very close we were, and things changed. It's really hard to find someone you can be soooo damn close to, love him/her soooo damn much and have him/her to reciprocate. Or rather, it's really hard to find that kind of love now. Because we've grown to be selfish. We want people's concern, but we can't return the same amount of it. I regret missing out so much after we lost contact(a nicer way to say breakup). I got to admit it was the best i ever had albeit being the most torturous. It was the best because we were so crazily in love (maybe because it was just puppy love HAHAHA) but we were so innocent. And we were so willing to sacrifice almost anything and everything for each other. But if you think again, it's really stupid to sacrifice so much for a person. But then again, you are crazy about him/her. Then again, it's silly. Still, you are madly in love with him/her that you don't really care. So this goes on... And so after him, i've never really found anyone I can feel the same towards him. Even though along the way, i thought i found better ones. But no, like i said, I THOUGHT. One is too sticky, one is just toying, one is just not right. But now, the one that i'm looking for, is found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have you found the person who can make your heart beat at 201839beats per second?&lt;br /&gt;The person who can make you smile with everything he/she says?&lt;br /&gt;The person who you are so crazily in love with and vice versa?&lt;br /&gt;The person who is willing to listen to all your woes?&lt;br /&gt;The person who comforts you?&lt;br /&gt;The person you want to be there for and is there for you?&lt;br /&gt;The person who can make you "all-smiles" when you see his/her name appear in your phone's message or call?&lt;br /&gt;The person who can make you giggle to yourself when you read his/her flirty texts?&lt;br /&gt;The list is just endless, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed! I think my pratas have digested after listening to my story. Oh, where did i get my pratas from? I made my mum buy! &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-4437015795109909884?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/4437015795109909884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/4437015795109909884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/08/nostalgic.html' title='Nostalgic'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-149545309803181874</id><published>2010-08-26T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T13:04:17.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAPH!!</title><content type='html'>HI DAPHNE!! I'M HERE FOR YOU IF YOU NEED ME! Study smart, play hard, but don't you break my little heart! (Freaking gay)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-149545309803181874?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/149545309803181874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/149545309803181874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/08/daph.html' title='DAPH!!'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-3425125575358738587</id><published>2010-08-24T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T17:13:19.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Sometimes I start to think.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you call?&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you miss us?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-3425125575358738587?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/3425125575358738587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/3425125575358738587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you.'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-8429755716443042114</id><published>2010-08-23T13:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T13:25:40.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiya, take a break la.</title><content type='html'>Yay, enjoying as much as i can, now that my brother/boss is on a holiday. Hahahaha. Oops. But of course I've to complete some tasks before I can free myself la. On a good mood today because I'm going to jump on the trampoline later!!! But i dreamed that I went back to Whitley, and the trampoline was like in a room. And the ceiling was a normal room ceiling? And the trampoline was just a bed?! And i couldn't jump properly. That's damn sad. So ya, I hope i won't be going into a room with a bed later :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That very same feeling felt when i was thirteen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-8429755716443042114?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/8429755716443042114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/8429755716443042114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/08/aiya-take-break-la.html' title='Aiya, take a break la.'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-2100109150719914026</id><published>2010-08-23T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:31:12.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No-purpose day.</title><content type='html'>Had a no-purpose day today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My student was supposed to meet me for lunch but she forgot about our date! So i had to dabao food to her house instead-.- Gave 1.5 hours of english tuition. Drained. Not only was my student sick of it, i was too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay went home to chill awhile and received calls regarding the house on sale. Omg so scary. It really made me break into cold sweat because i almost closed the deal!(Not so easy la hahahaha). Er ge, faster come backkk! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to MSQ. Had MfM for dinner yummy. Then walked aimlessly, like totally no-purpose right. And caught Step up 3! For a person who doesn't know much about dance, i still found the show (Y). FYI, i didn't watch step up 1 &amp; 2. Flabbergasted! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-2100109150719914026?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/2100109150719914026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/2100109150719914026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-purpose-day.html' title='No-purpose day.'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-6230128770275692939</id><published>2010-08-20T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T17:28:39.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too fast... Too fast...</title><content type='html'>These two days had been.. Pwoah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally able to speak my heart out to some people, and it's not as hard as i thought. Not for me, at least. I feel bad, really bad. So it's time to be serious now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. My mum told me we are gonna shift house. Yes, AGAIN. Let me count. From my grandparent's house to Pasir Ris, from Pasir Ris to Poh Huat Drive, from Poh Huat Drive to my current house. And now, from my current house, i'm going to move again. But i'll still be staying in Hougang. Right... But to a smaller house now, since it's left with my mum, my second brother and i. So i've already moved house for three times, and it's going to be my fourth :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, my student is so sweet, she just asked me for lunch again. Hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Come back, quick.!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-6230128770275692939?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/6230128770275692939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/6230128770275692939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/08/too-fast-too-fast.html' title='Too fast... Too fast...'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-6119899488629493525</id><published>2010-08-19T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T01:04:13.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What we should be looking for.</title><content type='html'>Besides having it to be mutual, both must have similar goals and mindsets. With that, there's smth to work towards and look forward to. Despite how much thick and thin they have to go through, it's all gonna be worth the while. Because it's where they wanna be at the end of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-6119899488629493525?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/6119899488629493525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/6119899488629493525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-we-should-be-looking-for.html' title='What we should be looking for.'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-6213368753414906853</id><published>2010-08-18T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T00:11:54.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smitten</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/0Ro8I9ID73o/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Ro8I9ID73o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Ro8I9ID73o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was well-spent(:&lt;br /&gt;Had buffet for lunch followed by movie. Yumz. Watched the show above. It's in chinese, but there's Wang Lee Hong! So handsomeeee. I'm gonna learn that song that he played hiahiahia! (If i can.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hope, it's not another child's play. Time will tell. For now, don't fall into it too easily. Yup, i've learned from my lesson. There's no need to rush at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Teacher you got bf ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No...?&lt;br /&gt;Student: I can see from your yan shen that you have.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wth...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That student is quite funny. He never fails to entertain me every time i go for tuition. Hahaha. This is what i like about giving tuition to secondary school kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-6213368753414906853?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/6213368753414906853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/6213368753414906853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/08/smitten.html' title='Smitten'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-1020150236774122368</id><published>2010-08-15T02:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:35:33.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has to be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;It has to be mutual.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhhhhh my mum's puke is so smelly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-1020150236774122368?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1020150236774122368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/1020150236774122368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-has-to-be.html' title='It has to be...'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-2599834440663405902</id><published>2010-08-14T14:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T15:02:52.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So trueee</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"But the clincher was that she just didn't care as much as he did, and that had him hooked." &lt;br&gt;- The Family Way, Tony Parsons.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Isn't that happening to almost everyone now? I guess that's pretty much the reason why we're so hooked onto someone but they just don't know(or maybe they know, but they continue to mislead you). They don't really care. They care more about their own lives, or about someone else's life. At the same time, you are hooking someone else too, but you don't really care about him/her but you care more about the person who's hooking you. Oh man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Melina says:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______ neh reply meeeeee&lt;br /&gt;angryyyzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jwenggg says:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE SICK LEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Melina says:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jwenggg says:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Melina says:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jwenggg says:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he told me&lt;br /&gt;OOPS&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Melina says:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i msged him at 12plus&lt;br /&gt;KNNBCCB&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-2599834440663405902?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/2599834440663405902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/2599834440663405902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-trueee.html' title='So trueee'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-9098998120341590066</id><published>2010-08-14T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T03:44:13.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>I found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-9098998120341590066?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/9098998120341590066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/9098998120341590066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-4516657250492502371</id><published>2010-08-14T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T00:43:24.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grade seven!</title><content type='html'>Hiii, should this be a good news or a bad news?&lt;br /&gt;I passed my grade 5 piano with a merit! But both my teacher and i expected a distinction. But oh well, it's over now. Good news is that, i'll be skipping to grade seven. Oh me goody ness, it's gonna be a huge jump, according to my teacher. So, with just merit for grade 5, i need to work doubly, triply, quadruply hard for my grade seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that, i'm QUITE lucky. &lt;br /&gt;First, my alevels, I didn't do really well, but i passed. So ya, that's not doing any good right...&lt;br /&gt;Next, my TP. I got like 16 points. Which means, 4 more points to fail! But still, i passed right...&lt;br /&gt;And now, my piano exam. I just got Merit on the dot. So I'm kinda scared to move directly to grade seven. But then again, i managed to pass right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yaaaa. I don't know whether i should feel happy or sad about all these. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Plsss be happy! Sorry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-4516657250492502371?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/4516657250492502371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/4516657250492502371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/08/grade-seven.html' title='Grade seven!'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16607787.post-2087056936591924207</id><published>2010-08-12T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T18:03:52.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teethless</title><content type='html'>Omg, i totally need to share this. &lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that all my teeth dropped(again). I always dream of that. So i decided to google it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the dreams I get requests to interpret, tooth loss dreams are in the top ten. Actually, they are not so much requests for interpretation as pleas for reassurance. There is something very disturbing about these dreams--not only in the content but in the emotion that comes along with them. And it is in the emotional content of the dream that we find the biggest clue to its interpretation. Below are some ideas designed for helping you discover what those emotions may be and what those lost teeth might symbolize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you dream about losing teeth, before trying to figure out what it means, ask yourself how the dream made you feel. Oftentimes, it is not the dream of the teeth falling out that creates the disturbance to the psyche but the feelings that accompany the dream. There is often a feeling of helplessness, of powerlessness--the teeth are coming out and there is nothing the dreamer can do to stop the process. Sometimes teeth fall out, sometimes they are simply missing, sometimes they crumble away. Whichever way they make their exit, the dreamer is left with not only a gap in her smile, but a hole in her heart when she awakens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If feelings of loss of control, helplessness or powerlessness accompany your tooth loss dream, the dream is typically acting as a mirror of a situation in waking life. Dreams of tooth loss coupled with anxiety reflect a fear of change, fear of transition. Ask yourself if there is some transition that you are fearful of making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art10573.asp"&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art10573.asp&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scaryyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16607787-2087056936591924207?l=jwenggg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/2087056936591924207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16607787/posts/default/2087056936591924207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwenggg.blogspot.com/2010/08/teethless.html' title='Teethless'/><author><name>Jw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
