<?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-19624610</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:20:39.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the MAX</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-4817926564053334855</id><published>2007-08-02T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T14:50:01.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>growl</title><content type='html'>i took a trip to monster land.. i saw monsters big and small.. lolz0r.&lt;br /&gt;school was pointless today.. went for 1 hour, for dfund lab.. then went to tampines..&lt;br /&gt;fuck.. POSBank is damn annoying.. i wanted to make a debit.. well i did. but the stupid woman&lt;br /&gt;sucks at customer service :(. because i told her i wanted the POSB debit card.. which is the orange one which can be used online which ISNT instant. then she told me that it can be done instantly.. so i was shocked.. but ok.. then she took the blue one out to emboss.. THEN I GOT NTH TO SAY. cos she already swiped and all... so oh well..&lt;br /&gt;i'm living with a gay POSB everyday GO!  card, which is pretty useless because you cant use it online, and you can only use it like.. for shops/restaurants/axs machines.. basically personally.. damn ultra annoying =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH well.. so i'm trying to figure my e.maths now.. T.T .. most probably watching simpsons with charlene and manoj tonight.. we shall see... growlz0r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-4817926564053334855?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/4817926564053334855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=4817926564053334855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/4817926564053334855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/4817926564053334855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2007/08/growl.html' title='growl'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-5233177975386949024</id><published>2007-07-30T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:57:22.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaFj5KZV_n0/Rq4IgVteReI/AAAAAAAAACk/4YMlyCK8s_8/s1600-h/30072007303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaFj5KZV_n0/Rq4IgVteReI/AAAAAAAAACk/4YMlyCK8s_8/s320/30072007303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093017580279317986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-5233177975386949024?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/5233177975386949024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=5233177975386949024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/5233177975386949024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/5233177975386949024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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/_zaFj5KZV_n0/Rq4IgVteReI/AAAAAAAAACk/4YMlyCK8s_8/s72-c/30072007303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-758568844751664213</id><published>2007-04-30T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T01:54:33.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg</title><content type='html'>Omg so i haven't blogged in ages.. like really ages.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things have happened in these few months that i haven't blogged heh.&lt;br /&gt;I realised that people come and go in life alot, but sometimes the people that stay are those you notice the most.&lt;br /&gt;Ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I can't believe that I've worked at pasta for almost 4 months. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i like the people i met here, and i dunno man. I just cant bear to leave, neither can anyone i think =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm in computer engineering at TP now. Haha. Not my first choice really, but if it gets me to where i want to go in the end, i guess i don't mind =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You dreams grow big, your worries stay small..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And i'm kinda in love with someone :x&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-758568844751664213?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/758568844751664213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=758568844751664213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/758568844751664213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/758568844751664213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2007/04/omg.html' title='omg'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-117120723414430388</id><published>2007-02-11T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T23:20:34.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking emo.</title><content type='html'>Ok let me be fucking emo this post alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was just thinking today, i really want to do this joint polytechnic-SAF diploma scheme thing, but i don't even know if i've secured a place in my first two choices, vet tech at TP, or marine engineering at SP. It's quite a depressing thought. My dream was always to join the navy, the police force, the coast guard or the SCDF. Don't ask me why, i like the thrill of them all.&lt;br /&gt;And today i was thinking if i'd feel the same a few years from now. Whether i'd have as much fun as i did. I miss the good times. I miss those times where you laugh and joke with friends, a moment locked in time that seems like its never going to end. I miss the times where i could joke about stupid things, with people to laugh with me. Im not a serious person, and i was never one. Hopefully i never will be one. Well, not serious to that extent anyway. Fuck this. I'm trapped in some void and i have no idea how to get out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-117120723414430388?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/117120723414430388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=117120723414430388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/117120723414430388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/117120723414430388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2007/02/fucking-emo.html' title='Fucking emo.'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-116066770639983433</id><published>2006-10-12T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:21:40.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of our life?</title><content type='html'>Ps. before i start, all my entries will now be below this one :&gt; so just scroll down for more entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if life always went the way it was meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Because if it was, then why are some times just so hard to accept?&lt;br /&gt;How are we expected to live life the way it's meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;when what you want, isn't always what's meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another turning point;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a fork stuck in the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed only yesterday, Sec One, and i had no idea where the science labs were, or the com labs.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was sec two in a blink; faster than i could imagine. Too fast for me, but i scraped past to sec three. Still time went too fast for me. Sec four?! Jeez. To sum up my sec four life, "up; downs; rejects."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Time grabs you by the wrist;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; directs you where to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you four-fivers the best luck you could get for your O's. Get somewhere please, it's just one more month, less actually. Sprint the last lap, even if you lose the race, just make it to the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So make the best of this test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and don't ask why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not a question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but a lesson learned in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time was never meant to fly past so fast. But then you feel reality slap you in the face, we're all moving all, we're all moving away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's something unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but in the end it's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I hope you had the time of your life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever we've done wrong, lets just all forget about it. We're all going to leave. There's no point holding a grudge. Think about this, what if, 10 years down the road, you look back and realise that you've never apologized to whoever. It always seems difficult. But i guess, whatever it is, it's time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@Chuwen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We've always had our differences; and we still do. You can't say we'll be best friends in a snap, because it's not possible. But i just want you to know, if you ever come across this, that if you ever need help, i'll be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@Everyone else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The same goes. I'll try my best not to change my number or my email. Keep in touch because i love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the rejected roots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're the reason why i've survived the two most crucial years of secondary school. Thanks for always being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So take the photographs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and still frames in your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hang it on a shelf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In good health and good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;KEEP ALL THE PHOTOS. THEIR WORTH THE MEMORIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you 4/5 2006. It's definitely been the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT : The following post is supposed to be 13th Oct 06 but i didn;'t want it to bump over this entry so i'm gonna do it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went back to school with zon and dele. Supposed to go for chem lessons but then i changed my mind. Sat there and did maths instead then later when they were done they came to find me and we went photo crazy. Like literally every single teacher we saw LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P1013013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P1013013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DELE, MRS JOSEPH &amp; ME. She wanted a nice background. &amp;amp; She said she'd pay the EX-CO not to wash her car. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P1013016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P1013016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ZONIA &amp; MRS CHONG. She wanted flowers. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P1013019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P1013019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ADELE'S PRETENDING TO STUDY :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P1013017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P1013017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MRS CHONG &amp; I. HAHA Flowers again :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P1013009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P1013009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ADELE AND MRS TAY. SAD. Adele surrendered her key :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P1013012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P1013012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ZONIA, MR HAMZAH, ADELE &amp; I. LOL I TOLD MR HAMZAH HE WAS TOO TALL SO HE DECIDED TO BEND DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P1013010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P1013010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MS CHUA. She's too tall too. But she didn't want to sit down alone ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P1013008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P1013008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MS LIM and I. Adele didn't want to take because she claimed She didn't know Ms Lim LOL. what a dumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P1013011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P1013011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ZONIA, MRS BOO, ADELE AND I. Its a cute photo :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P1013005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P1013005.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ZONIA, ADELE &amp; MR POH. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P1013003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P1013003.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ADELE, MS TAN &amp; I. Whats with the arm folding LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P1013006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P1013006.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ME, ZONIA, ADELE, MR LIAN. LOL I SWEAR ITS FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P1013001%282%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P1013001%282%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ZONIA, MS PILO, I AND ADELE. IT WAS TOO DARK COS THE PHOTO-TAKER DIDNT KNOW HOW TO TAKE PHOTOS -.- SO I LIGHTENED IT. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P1013007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P1013007.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ONCE AGAIN, ZONIA, MR LIAN, ADELE &amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steal away. I got a new digi cam :D i love my samsung digimax L60. Photos on monday &amp;amp; wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-116066770639983433?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/116066770639983433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=116066770639983433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/116066770639983433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/116066770639983433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-of-our-life.html' title='Time of our life?'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-115928164617074410</id><published>2006-09-26T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T22:40:46.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.</title><content type='html'>gah. im such a loser.&lt;br /&gt;geog. the only subject i ever .. scored at .. well.. kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAILED. this is so disheartening. I would say depressing but charlene would whack me.&lt;br /&gt;Not like i haven't done so enough. Today was a mix of being high and being low. like. to the two extremes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i failed e.maths horribly. no surprise there..&lt;br /&gt;gee. i'm such a failure :[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-115928164617074410?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/115928164617074410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=115928164617074410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/115928164617074410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/115928164617074410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmm_26.html' title='hmm.'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-115918020711493224</id><published>2006-09-25T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T18:33:45.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superman.</title><content type='html'>i love this song. the grad night photos shall wait a little.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly it's been replaying on my playlist. its ... inspirational. nah. it's not. i don't know what it is though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Superman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't stand to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not that naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm just out to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The better part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm more than a bird...i'm more than a plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; More than some pretty face beside a train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's not easy to be me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wish that I could cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Fall upon my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Find a way to lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; About a home I'll never see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It may sound absurd...but don't be naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Even heroes have the right to bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I may be disturbed...but won't you concede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Even heroes have the right to dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's not easy to be me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Up, up and away...away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's all right...you can all sleep sound tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not crazy...or anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't stand to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not that naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Men weren't meant to ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With clouds between their knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm only a man in a silly red sheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Digging for kryptonite on this one way street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Looking for special things inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yeah, inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm only a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In a funny red sheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm only a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Looking for a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm only a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In a funny red sheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And it's not easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's not easy to be me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-115918020711493224?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/115918020711493224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=115918020711493224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/115918020711493224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/115918020711493224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/09/superman.html' title='superman.'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-115907197606311634</id><published>2006-09-24T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T22:38:02.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRAD NIGHT photos -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/gradnightr7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/gradnightr7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelsey and I! I like this photo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/gradnightr5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/gradnightr5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adele and I. Blur and it looks silly :D. Sorry dele!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/gradnightr6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/gradnightr6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE REJECTS! :D &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/gradnightr1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/gradnightr1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jan, Ms Lim, I. LOL Jan is soo cute :D Btw, inside-joke. Jan must ALWAYS take photos on the left hand side o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/gradnightr4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/gradnightr4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dee and i. Damn the photo is ugly. But dee is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/gradnightr3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/gradnightr3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DUUUUUH. JAN AND I. HAh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie thats all. Anymore photos to send me? I'm in search of the kim and i and stephie and i photo. forgot whose camera we used o.O. Okie! Tag or MSN me. dogfoxy_ryder@hotmail.com :)&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Excursion to URA building and other stuff tomorrow. :| what happened to the nice excursions to the zoo and stuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: GAH. blogger's pissing me off. Keeps destroying my photos. got a few more but i cant be bothered to deal with blogger atm. Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-115907197606311634?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/115907197606311634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=115907197606311634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/115907197606311634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/115907197606311634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/09/grad-night-photos.html' title='GRAD NIGHT photos -'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-115902337674196249</id><published>2006-09-23T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T12:33:22.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Night 2006</title><content type='html'>Ahhh. Finally I got my testimonial. Four years of being a good girl to receive a piece of paper. Hah. Good? I wish. Funny how time passes so fast. Mr Ng's speech was probably the best speech of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school has 3 SAC idols.. the adult ones hah. Mr Lian, Ms Raju and Ms J. Lim. Whee haha. Their song was nice. I never knew they could play the guitar or sing o.O. Well you learn something new everyday huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis' the song. Photos will be uploaded when jan/kelsey sends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny days and starry nights&lt;br /&gt;And lazy afternoons&lt;br /&gt;You're countin' castles in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;And hummin' little tunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, right before your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The summer fades away&lt;br /&gt;Everything is different&lt;br /&gt;And everything has changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel lost and on your own&lt;br /&gt;And far from home&lt;br /&gt;You're never alone, you know&lt;br /&gt;Just think of your friends&lt;br /&gt;The ones who care&lt;br /&gt;They all will be waiting there&lt;br /&gt;With love to share&lt;br /&gt;And your heart will lead you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how a photograph&lt;br /&gt;Can take you back in time&lt;br /&gt;To places and embraces&lt;br /&gt;That you thought you'd left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're trying to remind you&lt;br /&gt;That you're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;That no one is an island&lt;br /&gt;When all is said and done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel lost and on your own&lt;br /&gt;And far from home&lt;br /&gt;You're never alone, you know&lt;br /&gt;Just think of your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who care&lt;br /&gt;They all will be waiting there with love to share&lt;br /&gt;And your heart will lead you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll come a day&lt;br /&gt;When you're losing your way&lt;br /&gt;And you won't know where you belong&lt;br /&gt;They say that "Home is where the heart is"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So follow your heart&lt;br /&gt;And know that you can't go wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel lost and on your own&lt;br /&gt;And far from home&lt;br /&gt;You're never alone, you know&lt;br /&gt;Just think of your friends&lt;br /&gt;The one who care&lt;br /&gt;They all will be waiting there&lt;br /&gt;With love to share&lt;br /&gt;And your heart will lead you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel lost and on your own&lt;br /&gt;And far from home&lt;br /&gt;You're never alone, you know&lt;br /&gt;Just think of your friends&lt;br /&gt;The ones who care&lt;br /&gt;They all will be waiting there&lt;br /&gt;With love to share&lt;br /&gt;And your heart will lead you&lt;br /&gt;Where you belong&lt;br /&gt;I know your heart will lead you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now. When jan comes online, maybe more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-115902337674196249?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/115902337674196249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=115902337674196249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/115902337674196249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/115902337674196249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/09/graduation-night-2006.html' title='Graduation Night 2006'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-115762021397349499</id><published>2006-09-07T17:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T17:13:52.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Crocodile Hunter', Steve Irwin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/steve.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/steveirw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/steveirw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CAIRNS, Australia - Steve Irwin, the hugely popular Australian television personality and conservationist known as the "Crocodile Hunter," was killed Monday by a stingray while filming off the Great Barrier Reef. He was 44.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irwin was at Barrier Reef, off the remote coast of northeastern Queensland state, shooting a segment for Animal Planet's TV series called "Ocean's Deadliest" when he swam too close to one of the animals, which have a poisonous bard on their tails, his friend and colleague John Stainton said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He came on top of the stingray and the stingray's barb went up and into his chest and put a hole into his heart," said Stainton, who was on board Irwin's boat at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crew members aboard the boat, Croc One, called emergency services in the nearest city, Cairns, and administered CPR as they rushed the boat to nearby Low Isle to meet a rescue helicopter. Medical staff pronounced Irwin dead when they arrived a short time later, Stainton said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irwin was famous for his enthusiasm for wildlife and his catchword "Crikey!" in his television program "Crocodile Hunter." First broadcast in Australia in 1992, the program was picked up by the Discovery network, catapulting Irwin to international celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rode his image into a feature film, 2002's "The Crocodile Hunters: Collision Course" and developed the wildlife park that his parents opened, Australia Zoo, into a major tourist attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The world has lost a great wildlife icon, a passionate conservationist and one of the proudest dads on the planet," Stainton told reporters in Cairns. "He died doing what he loved best and left this world in a happy and peaceful state of mind. He would have said, 'Crocs Rule!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime Minister John Howard, who hand-picked Irwin to attend a gala barbecue to honour President Bush when he visited in 2003, said he was "shocked and distressed at Steve Irwin's sudden, untimely and freakish death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a huge loss to Australia," Howard told reporters. "He was a wonderful character. He was a passionate environmentalist. He brought joy and entertainment and excitement to millions of people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irwin, who made a trademark of hovering dangerously close to untethered crocodiles and leaping on their backs, spoke in rapid-fire bursts with a thick Australian accent and was almost never seen without his uniform of khaki shorts and shirt and heavy boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His ebullience was infectious and Australian officials sought him out for photo opportunities and to promote Australia internationally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irwin's public image was dented, however, in 2004 when he caused an uproar by holding his infant son in one arm while feeding large crocodiles inside a zoo pen. Irwin claimed at the time there was no danger to the child, and authorities declined to charge Irwin with violating safety regulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that year, he was accused of getting too close to penguins, a seal and humpback whales in Antarctica while making a documentary. Irwin denied any wrongdoing, and an Australian Environment Department investigation recommended no action be taken against him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stingrays have a serrated, toxin-loaded barb, or spine, on the top of their tail. The barb, which can be up to 10 inches long, flexes if a ray is frightened. Stings usually occur to people when they step on or swim too close to a ray and can be excruciatingly painful but are rarely fatal, said University of Queensland marine neuroscientist Shaun Collin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collin said he suspected Irwin died because the barb pierced under his ribcage and directly into his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was extraordinarily bad luck. It's not easy to get spined by a stingray and to be killed by one is very rare," Collin said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News of Irwin's death spread quickly, and tributes flowed from all quarters of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Australia Zoo at Beerwah, south Queensland, floral tributes were dropped at the entrance, where a huge fake crocodile gapes. Drivers honked their horns as they passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Steve, from all God's creatures, thank you. Rest in peace," was written on a card with a bouquet of native flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're all very shocked. I don't know what the zoo will do without him. He's done so much for us, the environment and it's a big loss," said Paula Kelly, a local resident and volunteer at the zoo, after dropping off a wreath at the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stainton said Irwin's American-born wife Terri, from Eugene, Ore., had been informed of his death, and had told their daughter Bindi Sue, 8, and son Bob, who will turn 3 in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple met when she went on vacation in Australia in 1991 and visited Irwin's Australia Zoo; they were married six months later. Sometimes referred to as the "Crocodile Huntress," she costarred on her husband's television show and in his 2002 movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace Steve Irwin. 22nd February 1962 - May your legacy live on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-115762021397349499?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/115762021397349499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=115762021397349499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/115762021397349499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/115762021397349499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/09/crocodile-hunter-steve-irwin.html' title='&apos;Crocodile Hunter&apos;, Steve Irwin'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-115513393574363246</id><published>2006-08-09T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T22:33:57.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woo.Yesterday was fun fun fun. Sports carnival at tampines stadium. that was a little dumb. the rejects played "gladiatress"  . Ahh. that stupid game where we stood on two springy things and had sticks to beat people with. Mmm. And my class won SAC cup  . Val leong is an awesome goalkeeper. and tabitha and sherri rocked. haha good job by amanda lee and triana. on the whole, good job. then we played the STUPID hamster wheel game. we got 2nd but it was dumb  . hah&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the beach. before that we hand some food and coffee at starbucks. mm. HAH the beach was fun. me and adele went to cycle and blade while char sat and tanned. then after that we all went to play in the water.&lt;br /&gt;Photos from the beach and MRT-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P0316009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P0316009.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P0316003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P0316003.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P0316001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P0316001.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P0316008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P0316008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P0316005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P0316005.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D. Best part of the day was the steamboat. GETTING THERE WAS FREAKING HAVOC. in the end we cabbed cos the bus stops were just so crowded. i swear half of Singapore was there. heh. OK then we got there and ate yum yum yum. My table was havoc LOL. we burnt the aluminium like horribly. and our oil splattered everywhere. The squid was the best. and adele opened the container of prawns and then she had no idea that it was alive.. and one jumped out. "AHHHHHHH" rofl. it was like this super GAY adele scream. hahaha and at 9 it was FIREWORKS.&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks photos*(all the photos are taken sideways, too lazy to rotate :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0026.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0026.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0040.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0047.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/fireworks-0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/fireworks-0046.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TADAA. and the bus was super packed on the way home. we reached home all around 12+. and nisha had a man sticking his dick into her hand lol. annoying people. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P0316010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P0316010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P0316011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P0316011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P0316013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P0316013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy stealing photos :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-115513393574363246?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/115513393574363246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=115513393574363246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/115513393574363246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/115513393574363246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/08/woo.html' title=''/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-115254246734388620</id><published>2006-07-10T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:41:07.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like this poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hello, stranger - you came just in time&lt;br /&gt;I look for your face in a crowd, or in line&lt;br /&gt;Hello, stranger - not a moment too soon&lt;br /&gt;See, that old picture's fading in the drawer of my room&lt;br /&gt;Now toys have gone lost, baby teeth have come loose&lt;br /&gt;There were accidents involving stitches, spilt juice&lt;br /&gt;Report cards were shown, and one time I got sick&lt;br /&gt;But it's nothing I couldn't catch you up on real quick&lt;br /&gt;Hello, stranger - I saved you a place&lt;br /&gt;And it hardly seems strange now that I've seen your fac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There were copper-colored ponies&lt;br /&gt;There was air that smelled like rain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the moon was out in daytime&lt;br /&gt;When I first learned your name&lt;br /&gt;And though the clouds moved in a-quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Though the path looked overgrown&lt;br /&gt;The time that I spent talkin' to you&lt;br /&gt;Made me feel like I was home&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-115254246734388620?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/115254246734388620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=115254246734388620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/115254246734388620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/115254246734388620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-like-this-poem.html' title=''/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-115227957800350657</id><published>2006-07-07T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T21:39:38.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P0208060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P0208060.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P0208021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P0208021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P0208041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P0208041.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P0208034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P0208034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P0208043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P0208043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P0208007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P0208007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P0208001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P0208001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P0208005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P0208005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P0208012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P0208012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/P0208008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/P0208008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala. Sarah's house. K all uploaded. Steal away charlene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-115227957800350657?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/115227957800350657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=115227957800350657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/115227957800350657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/115227957800350657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/07/lalala.html' title=''/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-115115797277244220</id><published>2006-06-24T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T21:40:55.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WC'06</title><content type='html'>mm just decided to update. i like starhub's new advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You can stand amidst fields of gold and green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And hear a billion hearts that beat unseen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You can join the crowds and cheer as one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In a place where they all come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You can fill 90 minutes of fighting time and space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With tragedy and triumph and amazing grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You may carry them forever in your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Their names carved on every goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is where you will always belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is where legends are born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-115115797277244220?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/115115797277244220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=115115797277244220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/115115797277244220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/115115797277244220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/06/wc06.html' title='WC&apos;06'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114941494762269422</id><published>2006-06-04T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T17:55:47.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/xcast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/xcast.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im updating and here's a nice big picture i have. the top right corner guy is specially for adele LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 iceman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st row downwards - phoenix, juggernaut, magneto, mystique, professor x, pyro, rogue and shadowcat.&lt;br /&gt;2nd row downwards - angel, beast, callisto, colossus, cyclops, iceman, storm and wolverine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH. kid omega's not inside :( he's the porcupine guy. And i realised that psylocke was in the movie. damn i didn't notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT. there's geog tutorials tomorrow :X. booooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114941494762269422?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114941494762269422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114941494762269422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114941494762269422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114941494762269422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/06/updating.html' title='updating.'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114874453793108711</id><published>2006-05-27T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T23:42:41.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO WORLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/rawr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/rawr.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;HELLO WORLD! THIS IS ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My name is VALERIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I AM A MONSTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Long story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To shorten it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Parents teacher meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ms pilo commented "Valerie is an amiable young lady..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Later on, my mama said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"What young lady? More like monster!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So it started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FEAR ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114874453793108711?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114874453793108711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114874453793108711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114874453793108711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114874453793108711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-world.html' title='HELLO WORLD!'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114856694598662252</id><published>2006-05-25T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:22:26.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rawr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If you wake up and dont want to smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If it takes just a little while,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Open your eyes and look at the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Youll see things in a different way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dont stop, thinking about tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dont stop, itll soon be here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Itll be, better than before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yesterdays gone, yesterdays gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why not think about times to come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And not about the things that youve done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If your life was bad to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just think what tomorrow will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dont stop, thinking about tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dont stop, itll soon be here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Itll be, better than before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yesterdays gone, yesterdays gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;All I want is to see you smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If it takes just a little while,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know you dont believe that its true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I never meant any harm to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dont stop, thinking about tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dont stop, itll soon be here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Itll be, better than before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yesterdays gone, yesterdays gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dont you look back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dont you look back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114856694598662252?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114856694598662252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114856694598662252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114856694598662252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114856694598662252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/05/rawr.html' title='rawr'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114846715403189413</id><published>2006-05-24T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T18:39:14.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>I tell you. im fated -.-. I'm fated to be with RAH. right dee?! Like omfg of all people to be fated with. i hate her i hate her i hate her. Hate is a strong word. But i hate her more than i hate her ._.&lt;br /&gt;i'm obsessed ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im too lazy to blog more. maybe later or tomorrow. Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sticks and stones may break my bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but words can never hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114846715403189413?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114846715403189413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114846715403189413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114846715403189413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114846715403189413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_24.html' title='-.-'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114725618301009103</id><published>2006-05-10T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T18:16:23.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/blueblack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/blueblack.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NEW PRIDE AND JOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't exactly think i'd get it. ANYWAY LAST 2 PAPERS TOMORROW!! ALL MCQ OMG I'M HAPPY. HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna fail chem with flying colours and a single digit. Im telling you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114725618301009103?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114725618301009103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114725618301009103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114725618301009103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114725618301009103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/05/dd.html' title=':D:D'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114697404976485046</id><published>2006-05-07T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T11:54:09.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114697404976485046?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114697404976485046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114697404976485046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114697404976485046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114697404976485046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114681424874305602</id><published>2006-05-05T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T15:30:48.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omfg.</title><content type='html'>Lit paper was fine i was damn happy until..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNSEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my damn answer was less than half a page long?! and i had no time to change question so i was like damn.. 2nd part not so bad .. BUT THE FIRST PART WAS .. $#%#^# and the passage-based was about some ketchup thing i was like wtf -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog was excellent. I'm damn happy. But it's only MCQ.. 40 marks.. my other paper screwed everything up i bet :(. Im depressed man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah history on monday. -.- death.&lt;br /&gt;And lit's not over -.- double death.&lt;br /&gt;Maths paper 2 -.- triple death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114681424874305602?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114681424874305602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114681424874305602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114681424874305602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114681424874305602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/05/omfg_05.html' title='omfg.'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114674174594796395</id><published>2006-05-04T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:22:26.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>growl</title><content type='html'>Seriously, i hate this. everytime i get on my bum and go study, the questions turn out god damn easy and when i don't study, the questions are FREAKING difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The compos and compres were fine.. at least i think and hope so, let's leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First depressing paper - Social Studies &amp;amp; Physics&lt;br /&gt;I studied about Sri Lanka and Northern Ireland from back to front and front to back and guess what? It came out as source based.. wtf. Wasted?! And SEQ came out with POPULATION. I shouldn't even have studied. It's so common sense. -.- You know how depressing it feels? That you wasted.. like damn alot of time? :( And then, Physics.. i thought it might be easier so i slackened on my physics revision. Guess what?! The paper was freaking difficult.. Karma karma where are you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second depressing paper - Maths 1 and Geography 2.&lt;br /&gt;Maths.. i didn't study at ALL. because i was studying geog. AND GUESS WHAT?! THE PAPER WAS the most DIFFICULT piece of ... PAPER that i've ever sat for. in my life. at least 2 pages went blank and like 23 marks lost BY BLANKS. So that takes away my chance of passing maths. goodie.&lt;br /&gt;Omfg. That's the only phrase i can use when i think of geog. I studied geog for at least what.. 10 hours in total yesterday.. Including sleeping at 2 and waking up at 5. Guess what?!?!!?!?!?!? My mind blocked out all the information during the paper. I knew the damn answers but i didn't know how to answer anything. Physical was still fine.. my human was screwed up down left right and centre. I think im going to fail geog and it depresses me. This really sucks big time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shoot me. -Bang-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114674174594796395?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114674174594796395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114674174594796395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114674174594796395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114674174594796395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/05/growl.html' title='growl'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114672632503770151</id><published>2006-05-04T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T15:05:25.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG</title><content type='html'>OMFG FOR THE LAST 2 DAYS I STUDIED LIKE SHIT. not so much for ss, but i still studied. GUESS WHAT?! THE CHAPTERS I STUDIED CAME OUT BUT WTF... A COMMON SENSE ONE CAME OUT TOO SO I DID THAT. FREAKING POPULATION. OMG. so the studying was wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LAST NIGHT I SLEPT AT 2 AND WOKE UP AT LIKE WHAT.. 5 TO STUDY?! AND YOU KNOW WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;I THINK IM STILL GONNA FAIL GEOG. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STUDIED STUFF THAT CAME OUT BUT ITS JUST SO.. EURGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the .. you know the answer but you don't know how to answer situation. screw this..&lt;br /&gt;im not studying for lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bet you, something really difficult will come out. this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114672632503770151?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114672632503770151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114672632503770151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114672632503770151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114672632503770151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/05/omfg.html' title='OMFG'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114647165260883113</id><published>2006-05-01T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T16:20:52.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>con was fun :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/DSCI0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/DSCI0036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fel and her friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/DSCN7383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/DSCN7383.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/DSCN7390%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/DSCN7390%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me gwenda amanda - freak the skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/DSCI0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/DSCI0031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my class again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/archbishop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/archbishop.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my class again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con was funn. oooh. ha. but its over. thank god for that. no more heels no more skirts :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114647165260883113?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114647165260883113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114647165260883113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114647165260883113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114647165260883113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/05/con-was-fun.html' title='con was fun :)'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114641317850471113</id><published>2006-05-01T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T00:06:18.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CONFIRMATION TOMORROW..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;in fact... confirmation today. in 9 hours time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;A part of me doesn't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;A part of me doesn't know what i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait cos' .. i don't know!?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go cos its high heels geez.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what i wanna do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told felicia that i'm never gonna wear make up, and she'll have to tie me up if she wants me to wear it mwahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114641317850471113?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114641317850471113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114641317850471113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114641317850471113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114641317850471113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/05/confirmation-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114641303472087032</id><published>2006-05-01T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T00:03:54.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and wait&lt;br /&gt; Does  an angel contemplate my fate&lt;br /&gt; And do they know&lt;br /&gt; The places where we go&lt;br /&gt;  When we're grey and old&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I've been told&lt;br /&gt; That salvation lets their  wings unfold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So when I'm lying in my bed&lt;br /&gt; Thoughts running through my  head&lt;br /&gt; And I feel that love is dead&lt;br /&gt; I'm loving angels instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And  through it all she offers me protection&lt;br /&gt; A lot of love and affection&lt;br /&gt; Whether  I'm right or wrong&lt;br /&gt; And down the waterfall&lt;br /&gt; Wherever it may take me&lt;br /&gt;  I know that life won't break me&lt;br /&gt; When I come to call she won't forsake me&lt;br /&gt;  I'm loving angels instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I'm feeling weak&lt;br /&gt; And my pain walks down  a one way street&lt;br /&gt; I look above&lt;br /&gt; And I know I'll always be blessed with love&lt;br /&gt;  And as the feeling grows&lt;br /&gt; She breathes flesh to my bones&lt;br /&gt; And when love  is dead&lt;br /&gt; I'm loving angels instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And through it all she  offers me protection&lt;br /&gt; A lot of love and affection&lt;br /&gt; Whether I'm right or  wrong&lt;br /&gt; And down the waterfall&lt;br /&gt; Wherever it may take me&lt;br /&gt; I know that life  won't break me&lt;br /&gt; When I come to call she won't forsake me&lt;br /&gt; I'm loving angels  instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114641303472087032?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114641303472087032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114641303472087032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114641303472087032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114641303472087032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-sit-and-wait-does-angel-contemplate.html' title=''/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114623759354828431</id><published>2006-04-28T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:19:53.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi everyone. my name is valerie. i'm greedy. im greedy for love. im greedy for dee. i love dee. dee is so nice, so wonderful, dee is everything i ever want. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i love RAH too. i love everyone. peace! dont you agree that everyone around me is absolutely lovely and sweet. i think so too! im in a good mood today. i love everyone.&lt;br /&gt;do you guys think i should shave my hair off? i think i'd look good. i think i will. oh yeah, i will. i'm rambling. thats my favourite pastime. anyway, do tag my blog and comment on how unbeliveably sweet i am in this entry. good night, my sweet friends! till then -- valerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-actually. that extract was written by DELANIE WONG -.-.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114623759354828431?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114623759354828431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114623759354828431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114623759354828431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114623759354828431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/04/hi-everyone_28.html' title=''/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114620503958075804</id><published>2006-04-28T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:18:20.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>about to go study soon. the sad truth just hit me. confirmation's coming. i hate my class but i'll miss it. ah well. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. YAY. i persuaded stephie to go facilitate sports camp with me! i hope the rest go too! YAY it'll be fun i hope :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of the One called Saviour?&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of His perfect love?&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of the One in Heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard how He gave His Son?&lt;br /&gt;Well I have found this love and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe&lt;/span&gt; in the Son &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;show me your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I believe&lt;/span&gt; in the one called Saviour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I believe&lt;/span&gt; He's the risen one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I believe&lt;/span&gt; that I'll live forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I believe&lt;/span&gt; that the King will come&lt;br /&gt;Because I have found this love and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I believe &lt;/span&gt;in the Son &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;show me your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jesus you are my best friend and you will always be nothing will ever change that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I believe&lt;/span&gt; in the One called Saviour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I believe&lt;/span&gt; He's the risen One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I believe&lt;/span&gt; that I'll live forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I believe&lt;/span&gt; that the King will come&lt;br /&gt;Because I have found this love and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I believe&lt;/span&gt; in the Son &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;show me your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jesus you are my best friend and you will always be nothing will ever change that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jesus you are my best friend and you will always be nothing will ever change that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jesus you are my best friend and you will always be nothing will ever change that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Nothing will ever change that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;funnily, i'm rather emo lately. i don't know why?&lt;br /&gt;i'm desperately hoping to get A for english; geog; lit for mye.&lt;br /&gt;B for maths; comb humans; comb science? and a pass for chinese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why doesn't it seem possible &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anymore&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114620503958075804?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114620503958075804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114620503958075804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114620503958075804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114620503958075804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/04/hmm_28.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114614157062990497</id><published>2006-04-27T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:39:30.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114614157062990497?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114614157062990497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114614157062990497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114614157062990497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114614157062990497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_27.html' title='-'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114604772213943098</id><published>2006-04-26T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T18:35:22.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life flies past you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before you know where you're going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're quickly ageing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;past memories hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;take it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then a kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;movin' to teens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the young adult life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wow you're a full fledged adult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senior citizen discounts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the next thing you know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're drifting off to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. just something REALLY random. ignore me&lt;br /&gt;school was boring today.&lt;br /&gt;i finally found my confirmation clothes.&lt;br /&gt;yays for charlene and felicia. AND MY MOTHER :O&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114604772213943098?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114604772213943098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114604772213943098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114604772213943098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114604772213943098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/04/arr.html' title='arr'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114596579036104021</id><published>2006-04-25T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T19:55:06.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>A video for everybody's entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADELE IS AMUSING LOL. EVERYBODY MUST WATCH THIS. it's a once in a lifetime opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="330" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fr6xo4NmcbI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fr6xo4NmcbI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="330" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="380"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="360"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="330"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fr6xo4NmcbI"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114596579036104021?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114596579036104021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114596579036104021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114596579036104021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114596579036104021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/04/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114595847268340330</id><published>2006-04-25T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:47:52.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rah</title><content type='html'>Whee. today was fun. me and char wee were "road marshalls" for the 2.4 rerun lol. it was fun. we were laughing alot over pointless things. kinda pissed. mr tan lied again. he didn't even go through the maths wtf. all the teachers are like that. things go in, things never come out. it pisses me off especially when i take pains to do it and i never see it again?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went mells house after school. did some work. argh. im seriously lacking in studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now.. i'm like.. online?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114595847268340330?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114595847268340330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114595847268340330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114595847268340330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114595847268340330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/04/rah_25.html' title='rah'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114587891158818151</id><published>2006-04-24T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:43:48.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growl.</title><content type='html'>Shacked is the only word to describe my day. I was so shacked that i let pebble draw on my leg without screaming LOL. i literally slept the whole of chinese. Whee. Geog was ok .. we were kind of high and not high today. The only funny part was when mell and fell both took out tissue and blew their nose damn loudly, then char was sitting with fel and i was sitting with mell. Immediately me and char sat together and left mell and fell alone. LOL. it was funny at that time. Been revising settlements.. i wish we'd revise some physical geog. It's more of my specialty. Okay. Physics was horrible wth. i couldn't answer any of the questions i'm gonna fail my MYE terribly man. Ahh. I suck. Then after school went to zonia's house. OMG IT WAS HILARIOUS. Me and mell kept laughing damn freaked loudly over .. nothing? And delanie caught our laughing germs. Mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather busy today, not going for karate. Too much homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;English Compo - Mistaken Identity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lit Revision - The English Teacher - Chapter by Chapter plots and character anaylsis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maths - Enlargement - Q1, Q2, Q3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geog TYS - 4, 8b&amp;amp;c I think it was 8. Check later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;We ate macs .. again?! oMG we ate alot i feel freaking fat. I'm neglecting my tama because i actually don't really care about it anymore lol. It just passes my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG char told me that MDM JUSTINA CHAN CALLED ME A CHILDISH LITTLE KID WTF. what did i do man. i bet you $100 she read my blog. Whats with the sudden attitude change and her calling names? Isn't there supposed to be professionalism in being a teacher? Like not taking students' words to heart? I bet you we'll look back and laugh about this. Like no big deal?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114587891158818151?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114587891158818151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114587891158818151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114587891158818151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114587891158818151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/04/growl.html' title='Growl.'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114561300321813395</id><published>2006-04-21T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T17:54:31.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY! yay?</title><content type='html'>Today turned out fine. OMG Mell and i were like... freaking high during geog? LOL. It all started when Felicia asked me "What happens after stripping?" and Mell and i were talking about something funny, so i burst out laughing. Then sharonjit said, "Before you strip you must first sterilize" OMFG. FUNNIEST LOL. If i voice recorded Mell's laughter, it was freaking contagious. Then Ms Lim told us to stop laughing or she'd kick us out :(. It was too funny though. We had to laugh silently LOL. Okay. Game plan (omfg sounds like ms pilo.) - I'm gonna study these topics for geography!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Weather and Climate&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Natural Vegetation&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Plate Tectonics&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Weathering&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Rivers&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Population&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; That includes all the subtopics. LOL. I give up on rice cultivation and crop cultivation. It's too tedious and i hate memorizing processes. Maybe it's just me. LOL. I really really find physical geog easier than human geog. Someone slap me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah that reminds me, Mdm Chan went a little crazy yesterday but i was in no mood to blog about it. I really don't care if she reads this. SHE READS BLOGS. She can go tell every single teacher i bitch about; about my blog and i don't care? She can intrude in my privacy for all i care, really. Anyway. She's nice at times and all, but wth was wrong with her yesterday?! She walked backwards and kind of walked into the chair, and Andrea burst out laughing. OK it was funny. But she couldn't take a joke?! She had to go scold Andrea and make her stand? And because Mell and Gloria exchanged like one sentence she made them stand?! Bleh. AND THEN me and Sarah were laughing cause she said "weaving in and out" and did some funny action and she thought we were laughing about the current affairs article about the JC boy who commited suicide. wth. BLEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm going to fail chemistry mid-year. I had this retarded dream... about me getting 26 points L1R5 for O's. Like omg. Im depressed man! Mwahaha. Let the nerd transformation begin. Then during chinese the chinese teacher was a little high? lol. Progress cards came back today. Mine sucked, but big improvement still, i'm quite satisfied. From 9 red marks it dropped to 4. Woo. and of the 4, i could have passed them all. The 2 maths test vectors i didn't listen cos i was pissed off with Mr Tan. And the SS, i wrote a little out of point, my fault as well. Physics, i was too stoned to study. I COULD HAVE GOTTEN A PERFECT PROGRESS CARD. But no, my laziness kicked in. wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened during chem today. It's actually not to bad i understood quite abit of chem. An achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I WAS FREAKING PISSED TODAY. I was looking high and low for my geog tys answer key so i could mark my MCQ questions i did. AND WTF? i couldn't find it. Then, i searched for like 2 hours. I found it in my textbook shelf. wtf wtf wtf wtf. I SEARCHED THERE LIKE 214336532 TIMES. And the other day, i took out my ss and geog books and i was gonna revise. I searched for my sec 3 lit text like hell for almost an hour. In the end i called charlene to get janel's book for me. GUESS WHAT. I saw a corner of a book sticking out i was like "what's this" WTF IT WAS SITTING IN FRONT OF ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah during english today, we were complaining about ****** ****. That gay man. Then Ms Pilo said he got the ACSI paper, which was the one she got the year before. So she wondered out loud where he got it. and zora said "From his boyfriend" WE ALL BURST OUT LAUGHING. It's not funny anymore, sadly. And then dee was saying something about him, and she accidentally said 'her' instead of 'he' so again we burst out laughing. English is fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is really busy for me. Looks like there'll be no revision :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; : Church stuff ; reconciliation cum pre-confirmation camp? Only staying for one day thank god.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday : &lt;/span&gt;Karate grading. Whoo wish me luck. I want a blue-black belt :D.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; I realised something. My confirmation is in what? One week and i haven't gotten anything yet.. dear dear dear. Somebody kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's everything i got to study for MYE. Exams in less than a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;English formats&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Chinese formats&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Maths : Mensuration&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Maths : Algebra&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Maths : Graphs&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Maths : Geometry&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Maths : Trigonometry&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Maths : Properties of a Circle; Loci&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Maths : Statistics&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Maths : Variation and Inequalities&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Maths : Vectors&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Maths : Transformations&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Geog : Weather and Climate&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Geog : Natural Vegetation&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Geog : Plate Tectonics&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Geog : Weathering&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Geog : Rivers&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Geog : Population&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;SS : Countries Divided&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;SS : Conflicts Among Countries&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;SS : Singapore's industrial development&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;SS : Education in Singapore/Switzerland&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;SS : Population&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;History : Russia-From Revolution to Dictatorship&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;History : The rise of Nazism in Germany&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;History : European War&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;History : Cold War&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;History : Fall of communism in Eastern Europe&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Lit : Twelfth Night&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Lit : The English Teacher&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Chem : Experimental Chemistry&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Chem : Kinetic Particle Theory&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Chem : Atomic Structure&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Chem : Ionic/Covalent Bonding&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Chem : Stoichiometry and Mole concept&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Chem : Energy from chemicals&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Chem : Chemical Reactions&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Chem : Acids bases and salts.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Chem : Periodic Table&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Chem : Metals&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Chem : Atmosphere and Environment&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Physics : Physical Quantities and Units&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Physics : Kinematics&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Physics : Dynamics&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Physics : Mass and weight&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Physics : Density&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Physics : Turning effect of forces&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Physics : Energy Work and power&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Physics : Transfer of thermal energy&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Physics : General wave properties&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Physics : Reflection/Refraction of light&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Physics : Electromagnetic spectrum&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Physics : Sound&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Physics : Electricity&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Physics : Magnetism&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; OMFG?! IM GONNA DIE. DIE val DIE. For anybody who wants a full list on what to study; Refer to my lovely blog :D. All the geog people from 4/5 mwahaha. I had nothing better to do. really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114561300321813395?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114561300321813395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114561300321813395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114561300321813395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114561300321813395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/04/friday-yay.html' title='FRIDAY! yay?'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114553112551410592</id><published>2006-04-20T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:42:11.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/28/36995814_dd1abc37fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/36995814_dd1abc37fc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MELL FOUND THAT. I THINK IT IS THE CUTEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN OMG LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fine today. Except mdm chan went a little.. crazy today? heh. OK after school went to zonia's house lol. WE DID NOTHING THERE. except make kelsey laugh like a maniac. ADELE WAS BULLYING HER. lol. but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;omg! i actually studied today. I'm quite proud of myself. mwahaha. it will deteriorate soon, i'm sure. Studied geog and ss! And while packing my english file looked through english formats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Speech format&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Report format&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Weather and Climate&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Natural Vegetation&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Plate Tectonics&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Social Studies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Countries Divided&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Conflicts among countries&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; OMFG i'm turning into a nerd. Somebody &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAVE &lt;/span&gt;me. My last living hope is Mell? AHHH. I bet mell will start studying soon! OMG. i'm not really done with plate tectonics and natural vegetation. Will finish it later tonight :D. Leaving you with another brilliant song from QUEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buddy you’re a boy make a big noise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Playin’ in the street gonna be a big man some day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You got mud on yo’ face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You big disgrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kickin’ your can all over the place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We will we will rock you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We will we will rock you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buddy you’re a young man hard man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoutin’ in the street gonna take on the world some day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You got blood on yo’ face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You big disgrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wavin’ your banner all over the place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We will we will rock you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We will we will rock you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buddy you’re an old man poor man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pleadin’ with your eyes gonna make you some peace some day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You got mud on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You big disgrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody better put you back in your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We will we will rock you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We will we will rock you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114553112551410592?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114553112551410592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114553112551410592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114553112551410592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114553112551410592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/04/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114543201500352312</id><published>2006-04-19T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T15:33:35.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>booo</title><content type='html'>mwahaha. i swear i feel like a loser. Guess what i did? I freaking took out the straw from the lemon tea. i was freaking thirsty i took out the plastic. wanted to put the straw in my mouth. THE FREAKING PLASTIC WENT IN MY MOUTH INSTEAD. wtf. i feel like a loser now :(. Im sure char will be happy to hear that.&lt;br /&gt;Today was boring. I hate wednesdays and thursdays. RE -.- I really have nothing against the nun or the subject. i just hate sitting through the lesson. RE makes you do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;redundant&lt;/span&gt; things. And thats a fact. Then was lit. we went thru the english teacher stuff. I don't like that book :(. MM physics chem was fun i sat with adele behind denyse and andrea. And we were just pissing them off LOL. Fun Fun. Felicia and Debbie both didn't come today. Eh. I want to get sick. I asked veron to sneeze at me during chinese! LOL. and the teacher was annoying. wtf. I don't even take her stupid chinese lesson and she was like telling me not to sleep wtf. AH. she sucks. Whups. there goes my resolution not to insult teachers on my blog. She's fine. Just really annoying sometimes. Blehhh. OKay after school i was eating char's cold cold cold cold fries that her mother made in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORNING. &lt;/span&gt;in an attempt to get sick. Obviously i failed miserably. Sad :(. Took a cab home with zonia and charlene lol. The taxi driver was like "turn right or left?" and i said "turn right" 2 seconds later "NONONO TURN LEFT" rofl! I don't even know left from right. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Send me back to primary school&lt;/span&gt;! Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've paid my dues   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time after time   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've done my sentence  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But committed no crime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And bad mistakes  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've made a few  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've had my share of sand kicked in my face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I've come through  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are the champions my friends  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we'll keep on fighting till the end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are the champions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are the champions  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No time for losers  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause we are the champions of the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've taken my bows  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And my curtain calls -  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You brought me fame and fortune and everything that goes with it  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thank you all  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it's been no bed of roses  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No pleasure cruise  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I consider it a challenge before the whole human race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I ain't gonna lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are the champions my friends  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we'll keep on fighting till the end   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are the champions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are the champions  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No time for losers  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause we are the champions  of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Queen just rocks. ROCKs ROCKs ROCKs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114543201500352312?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114543201500352312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114543201500352312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114543201500352312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114543201500352312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/04/booo.html' title='booo'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114537229093684666</id><published>2006-04-18T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T22:58:26.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I woke up it was 7&lt;br /&gt;I waited till 11&lt;br /&gt;Just to figure out that no one would call&lt;br /&gt;I think i got a lot of friends but I don't hear from them&lt;br /&gt;What's another night all alone?&lt;br /&gt;When your spending everyday on your own&lt;br /&gt;And here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is&lt;br /&gt;Having more fun than me&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe when the night is dead, I'll crawl into my bed&lt;br /&gt;Staring at these 4 walls again&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to think about the last time, I had a good time&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's got somewhere to go&lt;br /&gt;And they're gonna leave me here on my own and here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is&lt;br /&gt;Having more fun than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't fit in with anybody&lt;br /&gt;How did this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;Wide awake I'm bored and I can't fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;And every night is the worst night ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'm just a kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to be alone in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to be alone in the world&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is&lt;br /&gt;Having more fun than me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares tonight&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm just a kid tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Life's freaking boring. Boo. Just finished english compo. I think this sucks. We're doing redundant stuff. I'm turning into a freak. Someone help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114537229093684666?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114537229093684666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114537229093684666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114537229093684666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114537229093684666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114536246045304167</id><published>2006-04-18T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:14:20.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rah.</title><content type='html'>school sucked. i hate tuesdays.&lt;br /&gt;dee came back today yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114536246045304167?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114536246045304167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114536246045304167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114536246045304167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114536246045304167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/04/rah_18.html' title='rah.'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114526391165132580</id><published>2006-04-17T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:52:54.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROAR.</title><content type='html'>Bleh. Today was like, horrible lol. Maths. i got 2/20. Yeah that sucks. Ah. Progress card coming back tomorrow. Cross fingers for me. From my memory i failed both emaths tests and my physics. I guess it's an improvement. Wish me luck :)&lt;br /&gt;Geog was .. slow. It kinda passed real slow but it was fun. Mell kept drawing on my paper again -.- Give mell paper and a pencil/pen and she'll keep herself busy for goodness knows how long. I'm in love with QUEEN songs and i still think bon jovi is the hottest thing. Karate later. 2nd last lesson before GRADING. i super wanna get a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blue-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;belt. Wheeeee. Chinese was fun. I was passing the time doing senseless things. After school me and denyse were trying to MATE our gotchis. Found out they can only mate when they're 5 years or older. Then they start kissing and we both get a baby that lasts for 24 hours only. This is the v3 one man. Heh. I'm loving my phone more and more. It dropped into a puddle of muddy water on my way home. SUcks. But nothings wrong with it at all. But i was super scared. Anyway. After school zon sent me and char to tamp mart and we went to eat. LOL. we were talking about which teachers we'll miss when we leave school. I guess all are basicly sweet. it's not their fault they wanna behave in the way they do. Here's my top 5 teachers i'll miss list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ms CHIANG ; oh btw she's getting married. sweet huh.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ms Janice Lim ; she's nice to talk to during and outside lessons.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ms Tan SL ; she's sweet to. how can i not miss my tennis teacher? i miss both. :)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ms Pilo ; okay she can be annoying at times, "girls take out marife cruz -.-" but basicly nice.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;LAST. not least :D Mr Tan TS ; ah he's annoying at times too! but he's a good teacher.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; OK screw this teacher talk. It's making me depressed. When i was sec 1 i was like "damn i wish i was sec 4" Now i'm sec 4 i'm like "damn i wish i was sec 1". Truly, truly. There's nothing they're missing being sec 4. The work load is so huge. The work is so difficult. AND sec 4 classes are infested by ants damnit. There was this huge long line of ants crawling up the corner wall today. It freaked me out lol. I took val leong's water bottle and drowned them all! Mwahahahaha. I'm such a sadist. Here's my fav queen song - fat bottomed girls. SANG BY MY FAVOURITE AMERICAN IDOL WHO GOT VOTED OUT WTF. still have one more. ACE better not go. Poor Bucky :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Are you gonna take me home tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ah, down beside that red firelight;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Are you gonna let it all hang out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Fat bottomed girls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You make the rockin' world go round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hey I was just a skinny lad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Never knew no good from bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I knew life before I left my nursery,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Left alone with big fat Fanny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; She was such a naughty nanny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Heap big woman you made a bad boy out of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hey, hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've been singing with my band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Across the wire, across the land,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I seen ev'ry blue eyed floozy on the way, hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But their beauty and their style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Went kind of smooth after a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Take me to them dirty ladies every time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (C'mon) Oh won't you take me home tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh down beside your red firelight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh and you give it all you got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hey listen here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now I got mortgages and homes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I got stiffness in my bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ain't no beauty queens in this locality. (I tell ya!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, but I still get my pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Still got my greatest treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Heap big woman you gonna make a big man out of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now get this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, won't you take me home tonight (please)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All down beside your red firelight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, you gonna let it all hang out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; GET ON YOUR BIKES AND RIDE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oooh yeah oh yeah them fat bottomed girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Fat bottomed girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yeah yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ride 'em cowboys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Fat bottomed girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yes yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114526391165132580?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114526391165132580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114526391165132580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114526391165132580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114526391165132580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/04/roar.html' title='ROAR.'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114519246810366427</id><published>2006-04-16T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:08:56.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh.</title><content type='html'>ah i'm jealous. veron watched 8 below. ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;i think jon bonjovi is HOT.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/BONJOVI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/BONJOVI.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114519246810366427?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114519246810366427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114519246810366427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114519246810366427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114519246810366427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/04/ahhh_16.html' title='ahhh.'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114509504329615379</id><published>2006-04-15T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T17:57:23.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun fun fun current affairs.</title><content type='html'>Rofl. current affairs is truly enjoyable. Here's an extract of one of my personal responses. It's also the longest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heartless Barbarians. It may not be the most civil, nor the most appropriate way to term the seal hunters, but that is exactly what they appear to be. Hunting the seals, althought I personally dislike it, is normal for the inuits and the aboriginists. I detest their behavior. True, the protesters might have offended them, why why in the world did they have to fling seal guts at them? There is totally no respect for the seals. First of all, the seals were already dead. What gave them the need to dig the seals' guts out? Above the fact that i totally dislike the seal hunters, i disagree with the vets that it is most humane to crush the seals' skulls with hte hakapik. In fact, i don't see that even one aspect of the process is humane. It's as good as saying smashing a human head against a stalagmite is perfectly humane. Perhaps it could be the fact that seals are only animals, and humans are superior. I think that enough seal pups have drowned without needed these spiked-club yielding barbarians kill more of them. This is a complete one sided argument. There is no way i can reason with another side of it, excpet maybe that selling hte seal reamins give them profit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. i'm crazy lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114509504329615379?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114509504329615379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114509504329615379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114509504329615379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114509504329615379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/04/fun-fun-fun-current-affairs.html' title='fun fun fun current affairs.'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114509131755635345</id><published>2006-04-15T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T16:55:17.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAH</title><content type='html'>Man i've got tons of homework to complete. Being a catholic totally messes up your holidays sometimes lol. Especially this "long holiday". Blah. Half the world's at the click five concert. And i totally lost my chance to go. Because of Easter Vigil. GOD. Okay whatever i'm actually fine with it. Prompts me to go do homework. I'm sick. I'm really sick. Valerie? Doing homework and having fun doing it? WTF! Okay there's still tons and tons and tons of homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;GEOG CURRENT AFFAIRS JOURNAL - 2 more articles&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;GEOG TYS QUESTION 28 a and b.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;EMATHS EX 4B QUESTIONS 2, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 13&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;ENGLISH DISTINCTION IN COMPRE PRACTICE PASSAGE 4&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;RECOPY AND RELABEL LIT NOTEBOOK&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;CHINESE B WORKSHEET&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;FINISH UP ENGLISH COMPO ON MISTAKEN IDENTITY.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; I've done Lit and the Geog CAJ. I'm freaking tired and bored and i still have like tons more to go. Whee this so rocks doesn't it? Theres only 37 hours left in this holiday. Including the ungodly hours that i probably won't be awake. Mell says i should update more often. LOL. i update when i feel like. I'm a weird person. Heh. i feel like updating lately. mMm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think stephie should just dye her hair back before mrs joseph catches her and suspends her. Stephie. Stephie. Stephie. Testi's important you know. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think Mr Tan and Mrs Boo are being weird lately. They have these weirdish mood swings. Like nobody does anything and they suddenly get angry. I mean come on, we're only human. They were human once. "were". Technically teachers are robots that belong to MOE. When they cease to be a teacher and return their brains to MOE, they will be human again. Anyway. The piles of homework we're given for a short 3 day break is just too much. Like who the hell has so much tile to do it all? I only pick out those i enjoy doing. Geog CAJ's actually quite a joy to do LOL. In total contrast to the freaking english compo we have to do on mistaken identity. It's just pointless really. I have nothing against english. I think it's a fun enjoyable subject. The workload for english is just pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I've been constantly irritated by the RAH lately. geeeez. Really she can't keep things to herself. She's so loud and annoying and she loves interferring in things that really don't concern her at all. Dee, Char, Mel, Kels should know who i'm talking about :D. Funny. Anyway Char and I have been throwing letters over the heads of our classmates during chemistry lessons. Mr Ali is so tolerant and i guess i am a little guilty for taking advantage of it. But school's just plain boring. Even Ms pilo should understand that. We told her to play some games for english and she blasted at us. OMFG. Why can't we? It's not like we're asking to play some retarded game like monopoly. We asked if we could play scrabble or taboo and she was like, "No!" And she was really annoying on Thursday. She made me go sit at the freaking dustbin -.-. Like wth. Char found it amusing. Though it was HER and ZON that made me sit next to the dustbin :(. They found me stoning and drinking lol. So they kept laughing. And i took out my shoe to throw at them and Ms pilo saw that. Oh damn :(. So fine it was faults on both sides.  BUT she loves to pick on my corner. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus, lover of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, i will never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;You've taken me, from the miry clay,&lt;br /&gt;set my feet upon the rock and&lt;br /&gt;now i know.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;Though my world will fall,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114509131755635345?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114509131755635345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114509131755635345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114509131755635345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114509131755635345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/04/rah.html' title='RAH'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114502490030147173</id><published>2006-04-14T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T22:29:52.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All alone against the world outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You were searching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For a place to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lost and lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now youve given me the will to survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When were hungry, love will keep us alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dont you worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sometimes youve just gotta let it ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The world is changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Right before your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now Ive found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Theres no more emptiness inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When were hungry, love will keep us alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I would die for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Climb the highest mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Baby, theres nothing I wouldnt do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I was standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All alone against the world outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You were searching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For a place to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lost and lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now youve given me the will to survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When were hungry, love will keep us alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When were hungry, love will keep us alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When were hungry, love will keep us alive  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114502490030147173?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114502490030147173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114502490030147173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114502490030147173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114502490030147173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/04/hmm.html' title='hmm.'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114502286159035826</id><published>2006-04-14T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T21:54:21.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bah. lots to say.</title><content type='html'>Haven't updated in ages, so i kinda have lots to say! First off, church was horrible today. The service was fine. It was the people i totally couldn't stand. There's like alot of standing and kneeling today. And this annoying woman in front of me, kept kicking me with her high heels when i'm already suffering in that small square area i had to stand in. So i couldn't kneel. I literally almost punched her. Like whatever. She really didn't have to be so rude and annoying. And like ok then church was REALLY super duper crowded today. And so obviously most people didn't have a seat. This woman had a seat, but her kid was super noisy and crying. Common sense would have made her bring the kid out right? No she stayed there to my annoyance. Then the warden told her to bring the kid out. ANd she said, "IT'S SO CROWDED, YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO TAKE MY SEAT" like wtf. who wants her seat. Jesus doesn't deserve such a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt; fanclub. How ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie then after that went to meet kelsey and mell. OMG I was at the MRT at 1 and like 5 trains went past before kelsey told me she was coming! OMG yay. and in the MRT i was fricking annoyed. Cos it was again so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CROWDED. &lt;/span&gt;So i couldn't walk around the carriages to find kels and mell. so i stayed where i was till city hall. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I almost died.&lt;/span&gt; First this 3 women came in talking like they ownt the world. And they stepped on my shoe. and looked at me like i was in the wrong. wth. OK then this man came in and put his hands up to hold the handrail. AND WTF. his BO was horrible. So i turned the other side. GEEZ this other woman's perfume was horrible. Okay whats with the world! Then i met kels and mell at city hall. When we got on the train i took out my tamagotchi and kelsey was like "OH MY GOD" rofl. it was funny. OKay then we missed our somerset stop. At orchard i told mel. HEY we're at orchard. and she was like "ya we going down somerset" then i was thinking. isnt that before orchard? so i told her and they were like OH YEAH rofl. i don't know how we missed it. It was quite fun i guess. It started raining so we went to buy a NEWSPAPER umbrella. chosen by kelsey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we went to subway. there were ALOT ALOT of cute cute aussie boys. OMG they're freaking cute. I think they're aussie. accent doesn't sound american. Okay. Then we met char. Then we went walking walking nothing much. Took alot of retarded photos. Heh. Then later it stopped raining so i wanted to throw the umbrella away. And kels was like "WHAT IF IT RAINS AGAIN" so i got smart! guess what i did. I pretended to leave the umbrella on the floor of forever 21 as if i looked at something and forgot. Then i told kels and mell and char. Later if it rains, we'll pretend to come back and ask "hey did you all find an umbrella here? we forgot about it. it looks like a newspaper" LOL. okay. I have mell's atm card. She's not allowed to spend anymore!! And she's not supposed to eat CHOCOLATE. and you know what?! SHE ATE 2 SUBWAY CHOCOLATE COOKIES!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. i'm not going to the hollaback crew concert anymore. I didn't wanna deprive char's sister's friend of a ticket. Cos even if i go i have to leave halfway for church. Easter vigil -.- I'll meet his fanclub again. Growl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately has been real tiring for me. i've been really inattentive during lessons like wth. It's not really like me. i'm not even listening during maths and geog! And they were kinda my two fav subjs at one point of time. Geog still is but human geog is so tormenting i can't focus. Blah. need to start studying. if i fail mye i'll kill myself lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to listening to bohemian rhapsody. I think it rocks. :) And i can't say anything bad about mdm chan. she reads blogs! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope she doesn't read mine. Anyway i'm addicted to arc again. it's been my fav game for 6 years. Its little spaceship like characters that you bring around to shoot others. yeah. &lt;a href="http://www.arc-hq.net"&gt;www.arc-hq.net&lt;/a&gt; If anybody is ever interested :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeya when i next decide to update. Might be tomorrow, might be next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114502286159035826?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114502286159035826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114502286159035826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114502286159035826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114502286159035826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/04/bah-lots-to-say.html' title='bah. lots to say.'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114232411329090723</id><published>2006-03-14T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T16:15:13.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New template</title><content type='html'>I stole the old rejects template i made :P. I didn't realise that i made this car with lightwave AGES ago. i think it looks cool, yay. Hmm i dumped the old template. Yay kayaking on thursday i think with char and felicia. ANYBODY ELSE WANT TO COME? :D.&lt;br /&gt;@ denyse i linked you so link back! mwahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114232411329090723?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114232411329090723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114232411329090723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114232411329090723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114232411329090723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-template.html' title='New template'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-114232131909160176</id><published>2006-03-14T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T22:50:17.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rahhh</title><content type='html'>I have been &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FORCED&lt;/span&gt; to blog!! rahhhhh! I think i'm going to change my template. I feel like sleeping .. hmm.. i shall steal our ex-clique blog's template! Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i shall go change it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done! YAY. now tag tag tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-114232131909160176?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/114232131909160176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=114232131909160176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114232131909160176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/114232131909160176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/03/rahhh.html' title='Rahhh'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-113645151112727826</id><published>2006-01-05T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T16:58:31.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby mice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Presenting... My mice! Specially uploaded for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHARLENE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/mouse5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/mouse5.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/mouse6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/mouse6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/mouse3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/mouse3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/mouse2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/mouse2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/1600/mouse.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1659/1946/320/mouse.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/VALERIE/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;K done. i think the jet black one's the coolest. and the white one's the only whitish one. Hahs! Okay. Take your picks!! The white one is gonna go to Zora i think. Hurry choose Char!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-113645151112727826?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/113645151112727826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=113645151112727826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113645151112727826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113645151112727826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2006/01/baby-mice.html' title='Baby mice!'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-113561619764357262</id><published>2005-12-27T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T00:59:33.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just browsing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O.o I was just browsing through some random people's blog. And i saw one from by some german guy. Surprisingly, it was about singaporeans. He was singapore-born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's what it said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 5 reasons why Singaporean blogs are embarrasing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[*]They use what they call 'singlish' very often. Eg; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lah, leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[*]Their blogs or websites are often 'littered' with things non-singaporeans wouldn't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[*]When people 'flame' their comment boxes, they are ever-ready to spit out insults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[*]They enjoy ranting insults about other races until they get caught for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[*]They use stupid internet language 90% of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tagged his blog saying that he should be ashamed of being a singaporean. And that he should keep his comments to himself. I mean, point 5 and 4 isn't really true.. Point 3 is merely instinct, And point 2 is redundant. What can i say? Point 1 is just us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I should have noted his blog URL and then distributed it, but in my rush, i forgot. And firefox does not feature histories :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-113561619764357262?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/113561619764357262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=113561619764357262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113561619764357262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113561619764357262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-browsing.html' title='just browsing.'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-113560679054901209</id><published>2005-12-26T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T22:19:50.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas sucked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm losing the christmas spirit. Recently, all the christmases have seemed like a redundant holiday. Feels like another normal day, really. I've lost my interest in opening presents. When i was a kid i'd always be the first to be at that enormous pile of presents. Now, i'm close to the last person. I was in no mood at all christmas eve and christmas day. I got pissed off with quite a few people on eve. Stayed at home and did homework on christmas itself. I didn't even bother to help decorate that tree. I told my parents not to put it up this year. Thus, that tree remains .. rather green. Ah well. Trying to finish up my homework. O's next year. I'm seriously wondering if i'll be able to get to even a poly :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-113560679054901209?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/113560679054901209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=113560679054901209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113560679054901209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113560679054901209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-sucked.html' title='Christmas sucked.'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-113483223881809771</id><published>2005-12-17T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T23:10:38.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick of it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:78%;" &gt;I swear i'm sick of this. Things have always been this way and they've never changed. Life's just fucking like this and theres all there is to it. I mean fucking hell. What the fuck. Don't complain about my fucking language. I swear i fucking made this extra small. If you choose to copy and paste this, then go ahead. But i'm not forcing you to read my fucking language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-113483223881809771?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/113483223881809771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=113483223881809771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113483223881809771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113483223881809771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-sick-of-it_17.html' title='I&apos;m sick of it.'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-113475941992187943</id><published>2005-12-17T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T02:57:19.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like an asshole.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heh. I feel like a total asshole today. First off i kinda told Lorraine i won't be going for the sec 4s farewell. Why? It's personal. I guess it's quite obvious. Refer to the entry below. But then again, it's supposed to be for the sec 4s right.. Not cos of jan or whoever, whatever. But something's keeping me from going. It kinda put me off the rest of the day. Was kinda insensitive to charlene. She was sick and i kept wanting to go kayaking yeah. But i finally told her to tell me when she felt like it. No point being an idiot because of someone else. Right? I don't know. Heh, sorry charlene. :p. I'll promise you that you can capsize me next time haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still. Haven't even said congrats to cheryl. She got into TPJC. i think. She msged me this morning. But i was asleep. I think i'll sleep through tomorrow too. Watched lost all the way up to season 2 episode 9. Gotta wait till next month when they release more in the US. I swear lost is addicting. I used to think it was a gay show like survival. But it's 200 times better. So i watched king kong yesterday. It was so sad. I cried at the part when Jack Black's character threw the chlorofoam in kingkong's eye and he kinda blacked out but you could see he was watching anne. So sweet. And then the part where king kong fell off the empire state building. SO FREAKING SAD. Oh well. My bro told me something interesting. In the movie, after he climbed to the top of the empire state building, there was this antenna thing. He ripped it off to stand on it. My bro told me that that antenna alone cost them 2 million US dollars. That's like 3.7 million sing. God. For one antenna! I'd build it for them for 2 million US dollars :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok whatever. I've been super bored lately. Nothing to do at home. Everytime i try to do SS i get bored. Ok it's a boring subject. Only 5 subjects are going to my O's. English, Geography, Literature, Physics/Chem and E-Maths. Nothing else. I can't see me passing SS/Hist in the near future. And i'm taking chinese B next year. Yes i'm a loser at chinese. All come flame me. &lt;insert&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-113475941992187943?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/113475941992187943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=113475941992187943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113475941992187943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113475941992187943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-feel-like-asshole.html' title='I feel like an asshole.'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-113456334372022665</id><published>2005-12-14T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T20:29:03.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda.. what's that word...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was just thinking. If me and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; were still best friends now. Would things be different? I still don't know what happened. Honestly. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she'll&lt;/span&gt; never tell me. I've given up trying. Really. But that doesn't mean i stopped thinking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;. How did the damn friendship go so wrong. Or was it doomed from the start? Maeh i've been reading people's blogs about the perth trip. I can't say i'm not disappointed that i didn't want to even try. But then again. We don't talk. And i've drifted from the team &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;. Would'ave been awkward for me, but come on. Who doesn't want the opportunity to go to Perth with friends? .. Or rather, whatever friends i've got left in the team. Really, things are so different. Perhaps thats the reason why i want to join &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kayaking &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;canoe polo&lt;/span&gt; when i leave SAC. It's much more appealing to me. Why i joined tennis in the first place? I really don't know. I just know it was the wrong choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-113456334372022665?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/113456334372022665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=113456334372022665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113456334372022665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113456334372022665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2005/12/kinda-whats-that-word.html' title='Kinda.. what&apos;s that word...'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-113447497540207889</id><published>2005-12-13T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T19:56:15.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horribly boring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So these few days have been super boring. Charlene's not in singapore and i have this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;killing&lt;/span&gt;  urge to go kayaking. Ah well. Going on Friday! Awesome. I think i'm going to die cos' the only piece of homework that i have&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; successfully&lt;/span&gt; completed is geog. Ok bleh. I gave up on history/ss. I really don't intend to use it as an O's subject. Been stoning the whole day. Back to playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tibia &lt;/span&gt;again. Now i'm gonna say stuff that 90% of the people who read this won't understand. The update was awesome. I'm addicted to my druid. Who would'ave thought i would like playing a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mage&lt;/span&gt; let alone a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;druid&lt;/span&gt;. Heh. And i spent half the day levelling her.. or rather him. And now Mike tells me it might reset experience points. Death to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cipsoft&lt;/span&gt;. Freak. Okay the rods look awesome. My favourites are definitely the vortex wand, level 7 sorcs, dragonbreath wand 13 sorcs and the 33 druids/sorcs. And i'm really pissed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike (Syrn) says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit&lt;br /&gt;Mike (Syrn) says:&lt;br /&gt;It was all reset&lt;br /&gt;*valerie™. Ҳ die monster says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh FUCK&lt;br /&gt;*valerie™. Ҳ die monster says:&lt;br /&gt;i hate to say fuck in front of you you know&lt;br /&gt;*valerie™. Ҳ die monster says:&lt;br /&gt;but fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-113447497540207889?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/113447497540207889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=113447497540207889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113447497540207889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113447497540207889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2005/12/horribly-boring.html' title='Horribly boring.'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-113437250399618174</id><published>2005-12-12T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T15:28:24.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is awesome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Life wouldn't be so awesome if you couldn't compare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Life wouldn't be so awesome if things didn't go wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Life wouldn't be so awesome if friends weren't there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Life wouldn't be so awesome if it was perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha i kinda made that up on impulse. ok whatever. charlene's off to KL today. so i'm left here. Damn that means kayaking has to be postponed again. Kayaking on friday. Anybody with 1-star wants to come? msg me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;i was just thinking, what if tomorrow never comes? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-113437250399618174?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/113437250399618174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=113437250399618174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113437250399618174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113437250399618174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-is-awesome.html' title='Life is awesome.'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-113426687108046635</id><published>2005-12-11T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T10:07:51.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt; bored. So let's have a kayaking theory lesson! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What is a kayak?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;By definition, a kayak is a decked boat, which is paddled from a seated position using a two-bladed paddle. Contrast this with a canoe, which is NOT a decked boat paddled from a kneeling position with a single blade paddle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Parts of a kayak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bow&lt;/span&gt; - Front of the kayak, identified by the seat and design of the cockpit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stern&lt;/span&gt; - Back of the kayak, identified by the seat and design of the cockpit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Portside&lt;/span&gt; - On your left when seated properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starboard&lt;/span&gt; - On your right when seated properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deck&lt;/span&gt; - Top part of the kayak, usually slopes slightly in a moderate inveted V or rounded to shed water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deck lines&lt;/span&gt; - Ropes that run along the edge of the deck. Used for assisting rescue, towing and mooring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cockpit&lt;/span&gt; - Opening on the deck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cockpit coaming&lt;/span&gt; - Narrow lip around the edge of the cockpit, holds the spray cover in place and prevents water from entering the kayak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toggle&lt;/span&gt; - At both ends of the kayak, for towing purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cleat&lt;/span&gt; - On the deck, to hold deck lines in position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seat&lt;/span&gt; - Inside the cockpit for sitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foot rest&lt;/span&gt; - A piece of aluminium tubing or plastic to support the feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hull&lt;/span&gt; - Bottom half of the kayak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buoyancy&lt;/span&gt; - Polystyrene foam packed securely and evenly into both ends. Ensure kayak stays afloat even when filled up with water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Gunwale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; - Edge or side of the kayak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Okay. I'm really damn bored. Mell was super amusing. I realised where i learnt my randomness from. Charlene's out there kayaking now. I'm freaking jealous. It's ok. We're even. She was freaking jealous when i went for camp too. Oh well. I really wanna kayak badly. And i'm super bored. Still have History and SS homework.. and maths. Damnit how am i gonna survive. I so badly want to get into TP. It's not hard but i hate studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-113426687108046635?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/113426687108046635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=113426687108046635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113426687108046635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113426687108046635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2005/12/bored_10.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-113422064625402345</id><published>2005-12-10T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T21:17:26.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've decided that i'm gonna go to Temasek Poly. Trying to decide between an IT course or H&amp;T. But i know i freaking want to join canoe polo. Gotta learn the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESKIMO ROLL. &lt;/span&gt;'Pushing and shoving is allowed in an attempt to capsize your opponent'. Awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-113422064625402345?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/113422064625402345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=113422064625402345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113422064625402345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113422064625402345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2005/12/er.html' title='ER!'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-113412812698204135</id><published>2005-12-09T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T19:35:26.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rahhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heh. Went out with charlene today. Went to TM. The pig complained for soooo long that i should rebond my hair. And when i finally did she said its spastic. Time to strangle her. ANYWAY. i freaking need to kayak. Anybody with 1-star wants to come with me on a ROUND-UBIN kayak race? It's 22km. More than i would run. Comee on i need a partner. And ms pang complained my font was tiny. so i shall now make it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-113412812698204135?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/113412812698204135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=113412812698204135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113412812698204135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113412812698204135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2005/12/rahhh.html' title='Rahhh'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-113403802256740082</id><published>2005-12-08T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T21:43:23.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK i got bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;http://www.drawahouse.com/houses/show.asp?houseID=8176&amp;houseHash=ab9da3c0a343deb72b3139bed12412d7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Your house tells the world that you ought to be a leader. You are a freedom lover and a strong person. You love your house and family. You are a gifted artist as well. Once you have a problem, you need a friend with you. Your life is always full of changes. You are very tidy person. There's nothing wrong with that because you're pretty popular among friends. Your life is always full of changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love, you shut yourself off. It's difficult to win your heart because you have decided to keep your feelings deep inside. You have a strong personality and you like to command, influence and control people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You added a flower into your drawing. The flower signifies that you long for love. It also safe to say that others don't see you as a flirt. You don't think much about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realities sink beneath the mud.&lt;br /&gt;Passion lies between the trust.&lt;br /&gt;Decide among the right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Throw it all away just to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;Own me. Love me. Hate me.&lt;br /&gt;Escape the snarls of destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I STILL FREAKING NEED TO KAYAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-113403802256740082?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/113403802256740082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=113403802256740082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113403802256740082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113403802256740082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2005/12/ok-i-got-bored.html' title='OK i got bored.'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-113396455284830879</id><published>2005-12-07T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T22:09:12.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camp sick.</title><content type='html'>Alright, so camp's been over but i still miss it. I guess it was pretty slack for me. For most of the tennis people. Cos' our camps are usually never this slack. Oh well. And i miss kayaking alot. Gonna do two-star with charlene, ed-linddi, ed-millia and ted. Gosh ted's freaking amusing. The instructor's Ed-linddi's friend. Hope i can pass. Or that 50 bucks will like fly down the drain ._. The school team people are off to Perth tomorrow, i hope they have a safe trip :) and lots of fun. I think i'm gonna go kayaking with charlene and maybe liane and rachel next week. Hope they're free. Hmm. I kinda miss the instructors too. They were super fun. Carrie super funny. Nikki and Clara too. And i kinda forgot to mention that on the first day, Ms thanabal brought her whole family. It was quite amusing, we were all like guessing who was who. Heh! Kinda short entry today, nothing much to blog about. I mean, what can i say when i'm lazing around the house. Pfft. I need to go do stuff. I'm a hyper person. Ahhhh! After i take 2 star i shall think about going for some SSC activities and all. The round-ubin race sounds fun. But sheesh. 22 km ._. I think ed-linddi signed up. Winner gets an Ipod Nano i think. Not like i need one :p Okie thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19624610-113396455284830879?l=rexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/feeds/113396455284830879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19624610&amp;postID=113396455284830879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113396455284830879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19624610/posts/default/113396455284830879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rexion.blogspot.com/2005/12/camp-sick.html' title='camp sick.'/><author><name>monster kealur wabbit</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19624610.post-113388196100223102</id><published>2005-12-06T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T13:14:45.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Camp! Whee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Alright, so i decided to make a new blog again. Let's see how long this one lasts. Rahhh. Anyways, camp was actually real fun. Except for the part where.. the packlist &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAILED&lt;/span&gt; to mention that we needed to bring a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sleeping bag&lt;/span&gt;. So we all ended up sleeping on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COLD HARD &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FLOOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much about it, we reached the campsite at like.. 8? 9? Can't remember. Hahas. Anyway, the tennis old girls were there again. Actually it was quite unexpected.. it's not exactly a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tennis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;camp right? Oh well. XiuLi, Dominique, Serene and Ms Tham was there. I really have .. nothing to say. REALLY! :) Oh well. So we reached there put down our bags and we were like, "Oh shit" in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dorms&lt;/span&gt; cos like.. we were sleeping on some wooden floor thing. I slept between Agnes and Veron. Then we went to play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;icebreaker&lt;/span&gt; games. First game my group kinda got stuck, but our group isnt that bad. It was quite alright actually. We got tangled in the hand game. The one where you have to like, hold hands with someone that isn't beside you. But at least we almost got loose. If my memory didn't fail me, i think that's all we managed to play. Heh. The food wasn't bad. For a camp. Then in the afternoon we had some blindfold game thing. When veron was like.. leading me, i heard adele screaming like mad ._. it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freaky&lt;/span&gt;. Hahas. Then after lunch we played teambuilding games. First game was some plank thing. Freaky cos its like.. Almost 1m high.. so yeah thats quite freaky, but it was ok. Then we played the tire game. Verena climbed the pole! Heh. Rocks. Then when we had to take it out again they carried gwenda and stuff. Okayyy. Then we played the swinging game thing, like the rope's in the middle and you have to swing across and bring water.I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing to say&lt;/span&gt; about that. Haha. Then spider web and some block thing. Okie then we had belay school. Nothing much to say about that, i mean its just normal belaying and stuff. Yeah then after that was dinner. Haha. My group's facils were Iris and Carissa. They're quite fun hahas. Oh yeah, then we got scolded by the old girls and all cos we were like throwing alot of food away.. like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; alot. Oh well. So we worked out something lalala. Did i tell you the group names? HAHAHA. Group 1 was gloria's group. They were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hungry&lt;/span&gt; when they made the group name so it was named.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hunger pangs&lt;/span&gt; hahaha. Then glad's group was.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GOLDEN MONKEY &lt;/span&gt;for the obvious reason. She dyed her hair like.. light brown and looked like a freaking golden monkey. My group was like.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chilli padi&lt;/span&gt;. Please don't ask me why, i don't know. But it's ok. It's just a name. And Liane's group was.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aeroplane&lt;/span&gt;. for another obvious reason. Every 5 minutes a plane goes wheeeeeeew past. SUPER loud. We learnt something! SIA flies &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXTRA&lt;/span&gt; low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun began! Shall skip the boring parts k. So we had breakfast and all and started activities. Our first was Abseiling. IT WAS SUPER FUN. Extra fun cos' our instructor was an ex-girl that was super duper funny. Super duper amusing. Her name was Carrie, or Carey.. Heh, don't know how it's spelt. Anyway, she's just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super funny&lt;/span&gt;. Abseiling itself was normal though, haha. Everybody managed to do it. Oh, did i mention that cos' i went for kayaking 1 star before camp my face was like.. PEELING. FREAK! And like.. AHHHH. Then 2 other instructors came, Clara and Nikki. Clara was the instructor from PRSSC, the one we had when we went for sports camp kayaking. She's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super nice&lt;/span&gt;. And Nikki too. Then Clara was like.. You went for the 1 star on thursday and friday right? And i was like.. gulp, how'd you know. Haha, i'm still clueless how she knew. Anyway then we did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Challenge Pole. &lt;/span&gt;Did i ever say it's probably the freakiest thing i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; did? It's like you have to climb up a pole that's about ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 cm wide and about 7-8 metres high&lt;/span&gt;. And if that's not bad enough, you have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stand on the pole with 2 legs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;straightened&lt;/span&gt;. And if that's STILL not bad enough, you have to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; jump and hang on to one of those trapeze things.. FREAKY!&lt;/span&gt; okay. Then after that, we had orienteering and rock climbing. We saw Becky's group doing orienteering earlier and so we knew it was fun. Heh, its like some treasure hunt thing. Me and Gwenda were like picking stuff that we didn't know where so we were like crappppp. It's okay. Then there were 17 clues. Then when we got them all, we went back then there was 1 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;extra box&lt;/span&gt; in that row which was 18. Then dominique was like "Are you all done?" so me and gwen said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, 1 more&lt;/span&gt;" Then they were like "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What number&lt;/span&gt;?" and i was like "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYBODY &lt;/span&gt;started laughing ._. Then rock climbing, was quite normal. I didn't get to the top, kinda had no strength. That's about all for the 1st day. OOOh wait. We played some environment game. It was quite fun. But then we got.. "plants" ._. Oh well. It was alright in the end. I didn't really enjoy it cos i was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one eye'd blind&lt;/span&gt;. Heh. I kinda dropped one contact and like.. ripped it into tiny little pieces for fun. Okie. Then we had sentry. Like guarddogs. So before our duty, me and agnes were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt; so we walked down to .. "inspect". Nobody there yet, and i was holding my cap cos my face was like crap. Then agnes was like "i go call the sentry people you stay" I was like. CRAP NOOO. Cos all the old girls was there. Then they were like "How come you're peeling until like that." Thank god Clara told them so i didn't have to .. say anything. Haha! Then Ms Aileen Tan was like "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You want aftersun lotion? I have 3 bottles&lt;/span&gt;" then the old girls was like laughing. I was freaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malu&lt;/span&gt; there. ._. Then agnes came back to save me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third day&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;LET THE FUN BEGIN! KAYAKING IN THE MORNING. I was like.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREAKING&lt;/span&gt; high. And did i mention &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peeling like hell&lt;/span&gt;? Anyway. When we were going through the parts of the boat, i was kinda thinking. Whee, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; remember all the parts. So clara was our instructor. Quite expected. Then she said something about "You know who i'm going to ask" About the boat parts.. then veron was like "Yeah, the burnt face" ._. So i whacked her on her leg and she FREAKING PINCHED ME! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt; pain. And it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bruised&lt;/span&gt; hahahs. Anyway, kayaking was fun, except for the fact that the kayak was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plastic&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freaking heavy. &lt;/span&gt;Partnered Gwen again. We were quite alright, managed to control. Then we played some cat and mouse game. Kinda chasing each other. Then agnes and jane were supposed to be catching our kayak, me and gwen were kinda high, and crazy. We were running like mad. Then we caught verena and claudia cos they got stuck. We were last to be caught, quite happy, but then again, not really fair. So, its just a game. Then we rafted up. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER FUNNY YOU KNOW. &lt;/span&gt;Nicole was like "i need to pee" so clara said "jump in the water" AND SHE MEAN'T IT! So nicole jumped in and was like "I can't pee" It was freaking funny. Okie, then we were playing some jumping from kayak to kayak game. Fun. Then nicole had to get back up, into the kayak beside me. So clara was like "you know how to rescue?" i was like "yeah". so i had to hold her combing and put weight on it, and like.. i put my hands on the wrong side ._. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MALU again&lt;/span&gt;. Then i didnt have enough weight to pull nicole up so Clara did it. Oh well. Then we swapped partners so i ended up partnering carissa. She had 1 star too so it was quite fast, but kayaking's like.. my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favourite thing&lt;/span&gt; :p. Okie. Then lunch and we did CRCs. But it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAD&lt;/span&gt; to rain. Oh well. When it stopped we didn't have enough time.. So we only managed to do 1. The one where its just 2 rope-wires and we had to hold a partner and do it. I partnered Olivia, it was alright, very fun. But i'd rather stay on the water :) Okie. Nothing much to say, except me and agnes have a new loser sign. When abseiling. you gotta keep an L-shape, so we used 1 hand as a wall and 1 hand as a diagonal L shape. Haha. Then campfire. Our group's skit was alright, but it was kinda dead, and i was quite malu at the cheer cos at the "When i say al you say right" part, i was saying it alone ._. i don't know why. But it's okay. We were damn high at the beginning. Then i kinda was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;losing my voice&lt;/span&gt;. Heh. Okay nothing much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats about all, nothing much about the last day. Except i'm home. But anyway, i'm planning to do 2-star soon. I kinda wanna kayak damn badly. I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kayak-sick&lt;/span&gt;. So like i hope charlene and all do it too. 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