<?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-7269424670643937046</id><updated>2011-07-08T19:29:27.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Departure of Sins</title><subtitle type='html'>Music is my passion, Music is my life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-5246371026760246765</id><published>2009-07-15T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:09:25.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worries became a heavy burden. Stress levels were skyrocketing. But that night, I went to sleep smiling.</title><content type='html'>Been at school for an entire 14 hours each day, for two days, completely spent on studying. School, followed by GCP, study groups, and then night study. I plan to carry on doing that, three to four times a week. Still, it feels that it is not enough. I am afraid...scared...to the end results shall my studying prove fruitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I should be studying now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269424670643937046-5246371026760246765?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/5246371026760246765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/07/worries-became-heavy-burden-stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/5246371026760246765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/5246371026760246765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/07/worries-became-heavy-burden-stress.html' title='Worries became a heavy burden. Stress levels were skyrocketing. But that night, I went to sleep smiling.'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-3991949200490055590</id><published>2009-07-07T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:36:10.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it</title><content type='html'>In 3 hours and a half, Michael Jackson's funeral will start. Hmm. The final music giant will go down, with fans clamoring for entry to see him one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. Hectic! GCP near everyday, staying back for study groups. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnival! Heh. Quite a refresher. Had a run (Walk really, no one really ran, all the more with no teachers with us ^^) around our school. Nearing the canal, Darren stepped on some dog waste that an irresponsible pet owner didn't pick up. Heh. That was about the only thing that made people brisk walk away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was good, but of course, overpriced. The funny thing, probably the hit of the carnival, was the bubble game. You get into this plastic bubble, and try to stand up, while it's bobbling up and down the water. Haha. No one, save for a little girl, managed to stand up while inside. Kept falling hilariously whenever they lost their balance. Facebooook has nice photos of the carnival there! Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played the stall games and got addicted to it to win something. Won a stuffed pig ^^. According to his tag, his name is Babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;42nd street, 4am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm rolling slowly&lt;br /&gt;No destination in mind...&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/7269424670643937046-3991949200490055590?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3991949200490055590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/3991949200490055590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/3991949200490055590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-it.html' title='This is it'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-2179804235325415764</id><published>2009-06-27T18:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:20:28.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. I have probably completed every assignment that was given to me for the June holidays, except for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SGC&lt;/span&gt; Testimonial that we have to write which I just remembered. Damn. I can't even remember whether we have to send the forms via email or hand it in personally. Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;smsed&lt;/span&gt; my teacher, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;heh.&lt;/span&gt; And his reply is..."Give  me by first week". Whew. That's a relief. Glad to know I have just a little bit more time to work on it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father came back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Abu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dhabi&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. Somewhere in the UAE, close to Dubai. He was over there for some job consulting, to oversee the establishment of the special rescue forces over there I think. The captain over there gave him a parting gift, which he gave to me. It is this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/SkX6SjhVkMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NJKt804CR2M/s1600-h/Camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/SkX6SjhVkMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NJKt804CR2M/s320/Camera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351958928879358146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera that I heard, costs about 300 dollars. Heh. I have no actually need/use for a camera, as such, I'm hoping I can persuade my father to keep it, or my sisters who can obviously make better use of it, to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The death of Michael Jackson is one of the most shocking.  He was such a popular icon, comparable even to Elvis Presley. Selling over 100 million albums for Thriller, it is the biggest number of sales for a single album, overshadowing it's closest competitor by more than half. The King of Pop, now joins people like Elvis Presley, Johnny cash and Bing Crosby, in the hall of legends, where they will forever be remembered. A sad way to go, and so untimely. I am deeply saddened by the sudden loss of him. His family...his children...his wife...my heart goes out to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269424670643937046-2179804235325415764?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2179804235325415764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/06/beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/2179804235325415764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/2179804235325415764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/06/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/SkX6SjhVkMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NJKt804CR2M/s72-c/Camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-4770131268120760616</id><published>2009-06-26T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:18:54.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The legacy they leave...</title><content type='html'>Ed, Fawcett, Michael Jackson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269424670643937046-4770131268120760616?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4770131268120760616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/06/legacy-they-leave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/4770131268120760616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/4770131268120760616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/06/legacy-they-leave.html' title='The legacy they leave...'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-5852473146119792523</id><published>2009-06-22T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:52:00.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange little eyes...</title><content type='html'>Hmm. A week till school reopens. And then it's gonna be busy all the way till end of the year. GCPs, courses, tuitions, study groups. Gah. All the preparation just for O levels. But I have to persevere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my Dad is coming back on friday, after a month stay at Abu Dhabi for his work. Also, 2 days after that, my maid is coming back from visiting her family, but of course would probably be quarantined. Meh. Getting sick of cleaning the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my holiday homeworks, save for my maths. I take one look at it and I get bored instantly. All the darn questions are the same. It's a repetitive cycle of the same questions over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Land of the Lost last week with Shannon and Joshua, heh. Quite a movie I must say. Not the best, but quite entertaining. Had nice and funny scenes and yet has a good storyline with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't talk much, my dog is whining at the door to go out for a walk. Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269424670643937046-5852473146119792523?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/5852473146119792523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/06/strange-little-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/5852473146119792523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/5852473146119792523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/06/strange-little-eyes.html' title='Strange little eyes...'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-2271820187475040610</id><published>2009-06-12T08:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:24:53.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those bloody bastards</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those bloody bastards that just passed by us,&lt;br /&gt;I know all of them, from the first to the last.&lt;br /&gt;They all seemed peaceful, so serene and demure,&lt;br /&gt;Until they get behind you, they reveal their lure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those bloody bastards are sneaky as hell,&lt;br /&gt;You won't know what hit you, neither can you tell.&lt;br /&gt;They would stab people in the back, both friends and enemies,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving nothing but destruction, and their shouts of glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those bloody bastards seem to have the law in their hands,&lt;br /&gt;Infringing our ideas, and taking a few hundred grands.&lt;br /&gt;They live in a lap of luxury, never knowing 'poor',&lt;br /&gt;yet they steal from the beggared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, claiming that is the cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those bloody bastards,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how delightfully similar they are to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269424670643937046-2271820187475040610?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2271820187475040610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/06/those-bloody-bastards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/2271820187475040610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/2271820187475040610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/06/those-bloody-bastards.html' title='Those bloody bastards'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-6895535007796008070</id><published>2009-06-10T20:04:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:22:47.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, we deal with that all the time</title><content type='html'>EDIT: I have no idea why the text is this way. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops haha. Sorry for the long period of inactivity. Had my final NCC camp, just completed it. What a damn fine camp to go out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;Now during camp, first day, rushed through the entire house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;grabbing stuff (Yeah, woke up late), in the end forgot to bring a few essentials such as powder (Yes, Essential!) and my entire food cutlery, including mess tins and mugs. so I had to make do during camp. Well when I say make do, i meant to buy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;a can of drink (was 100 plus, heh. Healthiest thing there), drink it up, and fill it with water haha. I managed to convince &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;people to share mess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;tins for cooking. (: That settled, I decided to make a trip down the street to 7-11. Of course, had to be done at night! We left at 12.45, and while the others ate Macdonald fast food, I just drank a drink while waiting. Never liked fast food, bloody unhealthy. So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;after we grabbed our stuff and I brought a small bottle of powder, we went back to school. Did I mention that it was in NCC terms, illegal to go out during the night, and yet everyone except for two, left the school? (:&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;ve to get back up the street, 7 more came over to enjoy some food. We bid farewell to them, and headed back. Managed to get a picture of the deserted street. O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;h how devoid of life, when after hours arrive.    Back as we walked to school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/Si-ojoDqptI/AAAAAAAAACU/sfOUEW6yzMQ/s1600-h/Nightwalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/Si-ojoDqptI/AAAAAAAAACU/sfOUEW6yzMQ/s320/Nightwalk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345676612713752274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the right is us of course. Rather blurry, didn't want to use flash as I was doubtful of my "concealing flash" skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;From the distance, it looked surreal. As we approached, I realised it was no hallucination. The gates were locked. The five of us had the starting p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;anic (Not easy to prevent that), but I regained my senses faster than the others (Heh, at least what I think anyway, since I started a plan first (: ). In a hushed tone, I whispered to the others that we had to climb it, everyone gave a nod or a grunt, sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;ifying our mutual, unanimous agreement. We quickly but quietly m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;oved into action, as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;the gates were noisy when touched, everyone else would hold the gates steady as each climbed over. Just as Dalton, our assigned first man, was about to climb, *CREAK.* Jonathan tried to abandon us and climb the netted fence. Gah haha. Good thing the noise wasn't extremely loud, though it sounded deafening in our heightened state of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;mind. As said by Dane cook, in every group you must always have one guy you gotta hate. And if you go "Um. I Disagree", well you are that person! He would a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;lways have massive negative traits haha. This is Jonathan, where he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt; could not control his fear. He actually tried to push Joshua off as Joshua, our second man, climbed over. In a shaky voice, he demanded to be the third guy over. By now, Dalton was on watch, making sure nobody from the school was watching, while Joshua and Jonathan supported the gates. Now it remained me and Lionel left on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;other side. We both turned to each other and agreed that, as I was the lightest among both of us, I would go over first. We shared a silent good luck, as I pulled myself up and over the gates, before landing with a silent thud on the road. As I spun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt; around to help hold the gates, Dalton regrouped with us, as he was keeping watch, just around the corner, a metre away. I suddenly saw to my horror that a car was approaching the school gates. "Go! Climb!" We 3 who were supporting the gates w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;hispered to Lionel near simultaneously. Luckily, we got over, and ducked past the corner just as the car came to within viewing range.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;We thought it was over, but as approached the car porch, we heard Dalton suddenly say "No..." I looked over to where he was looking, and realised the shutters were closed as well. Alot of thoughts went through my mind. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh shit. What now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;? The walls? We can't scale those walls!&lt;/span&gt; Completely forgot that the canteen rear had low fences and gates, until Joshua or Dalton (Don't know who, sorry, like I said, was thinking alot. Heh.), who were both infront of me, gave that idea. We all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;sprinted following the road, careful to remain silent as we went past the hostel. Now these gates, though smaller, had a difficulty level higher than the first, as now, there were many ways we would be spotted, from the brother's residence, the hostel, past the fence from the canteen and beyond, and back where we came from. That, and that only two people could support the gates while the others climbed. Dalton sprung to action and got ready to scale the gates, as Lionel and Joshua crouched down and supported the gates. I pulled Jonathan to the side, and told him to watch the direction of the brother's residence, as I watched the Hostel, and from whe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;re we came from. This time, Dalton landed harder, either due to the cement floor or due to the added fear of being caught, which now included the danger of trespassing, being stuck in a rock and a hard place. Just as Joshua is about to climb, Jon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;athan quickly dashed back to the gates, and insisted, again that he went over, this time being second over. Joshua didn't want to argue, and just allowed him to climb over. Now, the ones over kept watch, Dalton watching the canteen for any movements, while Jonathan watched the road. Lionel and I supported the gates as Joshua climbed over. Just as I was about to start climbing the gates, my phone rang. I quickly pulled it out of my pockets and answered it. It was th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;e other group, they were heading back now from down the street, and asked if we got in safely. In a hushed tone, I quickly delivered the news: The gates were locked. I could actually sense Gabriel's panic through the phone, as he said "Oh shit!" and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;announced it to the others over at his side, accompanied afterwards by largely audible gasps and curses there. I hurriedly whispered directions on how to get in, before saying "Good Luck." and then hanging up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;Joshua (I think!): "What was it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;Me: "The others, they are coming back and I just told them the gates were locked."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;Lionel then tapped me on my shoulder, and I realised that we both were still on the other side. I jumped up the gates, and climbed over. As Jonathan an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;d Joshua was supporting the gates, I went forward to Dalton to be on lookout. Once we five all got over, a sense of relieve spreaded over me, euphoric really. Gave the cheesy, yet largely appropriate line "Save the celebrations for later." We sp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;rinted past the canteen, halting just before we entered the foyer, to walk normally for the cameras (Inconspicuous!) We went up to the third floor, and in order to avoid the sentries still on duty (Our cadets. Heh.) we crouched walk the entire corridor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;We couldn't go past second floor either as a teacher was sleeping there, and neither could we go the short route through central staircase, as the sentries would have spotted us. Finally, we reached our bunks. We crept in s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;lowly, to avoid waking up the two people who didn't go. But they weren't there. Heaving a sigh of relieve shared by some of us, Joshua then bid us goodbye, and went back down to the Ops room where he slept. Worry then set in for me, I wondered if the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;other 7 made it, as we had no c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;ontact with them for a long time. I put on my shoes, told the others of my intention, and crept back down from where I came from. As I went down the stair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;s, I saw 4 figures in the darkness, within the gardens looking around and trying to find something. As I got closer to them, I realised it was 4 out of the 7. Dave, James, Dominic, Gabriel. They made it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;Me: "I know the way up, follow me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;Dave: "We all know the way up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;Me: "Not past the sentries and teachers do you now? Where are the others?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;*James and Dominic walks in.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;Me: "Hey there, glad to see you guys made it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;Gabriel: "The others are still stuck behind the (school) gates and they don't know how to climb it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;Me: "What? Then we gotta help them!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;Gabriel: "I'm on it. The shutters weren't fully closed by t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;he way, you didn't have to climb the canteen gates."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;*Gabriel sprints out of the car porch, and goes out of sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt; to the gates*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;Luckily, he manages to get them over, very noisily though, as they didn't do what we do, by supporting the gates. I led the way up, following m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;y original path. We finally made it into the bunks. Al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;l of us. Whew. No I didn't get any pictures as I came in. I'm not exactly sure my phone can conceal it's brightness as we sneaked past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;Well, that was only the first day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;Second day, Joshua's birthday, Cadets night, everyone sang happy birthday to him. Haha. Andrew had a good skit, impersonating 3/5 of our commanding officers, the security guard, and our VP. (: First was the impersonation of Mr Tan. Haha, Andre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;w, though speaking alone with us all in fall in position, got ALOT of laughter. I glanced to where the teachers were sitting, and I saw Mr tan with his smile, that usually mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;t disapproving. (: But of course, he started to actually laugh alot when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;the other teachers were impersonated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;Andrew: "Gentlemen! Sana course is important! I shall now hand it over to Mr Michael Lim!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;Mr. Lim's grinning face suddenly changed to a stern look as he realised what was about to happening. He walked down the flight of stairs from the LT room, and went to the back of the wall. Andrew, who was preparing Mr. Lim's usual looks (In a sports pants, with the sides pulled up slightly, and a massive grin), suddenly let out a shriek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt; as he saw Mr. Lim approach. Haha. Couldn't hear anything thought, since they were behind a wall. After the impersonation of Mr Lim, Mr Chia, who took the impersonation the best (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;Literally asking for an encore) was next. His standard "place hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt; on shoulder of cadet and ask how he's doing" was totally replicated by Andrew. Haha, The VP was then impersonated, his very easily identifiable "Tilt head, not body when looking", and the finally the security guard, who always told a life story to you if you did anything he disapproved (In this case, stepping on his 'planted' grass. What the..). Haha, all in good fun, after Cadets night, Andrew told the teachers it was simply a joke and asked the teachers to take it in their stride (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;Last day, we had our passing out parade. As it came to our batch who were leaving (No idea why they still gave us ranks, should just give ranks to those who are staying for one more year), the first guy called, was promoted to second sergeant. I begin th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;inking in my head &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shucks so we are just getting that rank.&lt;/span&gt; The second guy was called,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt; and promoted to first sergeant. Before I could finish processing that thought, my name was called, and I was promoted to first sergeant. Haha. Finally, just befor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;e retirement, I can afford two roofs, improvement from 3 stories. (: It's a really fun way to remember our ranks haha. So, no more typing! Pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/Si--H6_O8KI/AAAAAAAAACc/QxjHNJq6IlY/s1600-h/Daniel+with+olympic+torch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/Si--H6_O8KI/AAAAAAAAACc/QxjHNJq6IlY/s320/Daniel+with+olympic+torch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345700326014906530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BBQ flames made for Daniel to hold his "olympic torch"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/Si--IX6nl9I/AAAAAAAAACk/JBFnLfhx4Vo/s1600-h/Close+up+BBQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/Si--IX6nl9I/AAAAAAAAACk/JBFnLfhx4Vo/s320/Close+up+BBQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345700333780178898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BBQ Flames!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/Si--IsR0VkI/AAAAAAAAACs/iqFzYuXFxQU/s1600-h/Group+photo+take+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/Si--IsR0VkI/AAAAAAAAACs/iqFzYuXFxQU/s320/Group+photo+take+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345700339246192194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Group Photo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See more at facebook! Also, side note, working on a short but hopefully nice poem. Will upload it when i finish it! Just over half! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269424670643937046-6895535007796008070?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6895535007796008070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-we-deal-with-that-all-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/6895535007796008070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/6895535007796008070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-we-deal-with-that-all-time.html' title='Well, we deal with that all the time'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/Si-ojoDqptI/AAAAAAAAACU/sfOUEW6yzMQ/s72-c/Nightwalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-7636244158918809149</id><published>2009-06-01T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:09:45.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same old</title><content type='html'>Woohoo. Big day today. Chinese O levels just ended, and I think I did quite well with my paper 1, writing two and a quarter for my essay, and doing 1 and a half for my letter. Throw in loads of phrases and that might actually help me score well. (: Paper 2, different story. Gah. I gave my mother to check through after the exams, and for close passage, I got 3 marks. Heh. Next, the MCQs, I got 0 for the first passage and about half of the second and third passage right. That, added with my open ended questions, hopefully ended my paper 2 with either a close pass or a close failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt that my maid is going home today. ): Technically, her flight is tomorrow as it is a night flight (Or morning if you will), at 4 am or something like that. She would be off one month before she would come back. And her duties are now, thankfully split between the 4 of us, like taking care of the dog, cleaning the house, cooking and washing clothes. My mother would be far too busy working and my father is in Abu Dhabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out today to Tampines to the new mall, tampines one with a budget in mind of 70-ish. Came back home with a new phone, a new broadband line secured, and also the pre-order. Oh that and also throw in a small little toy we gave to my maid so she can bring it home as a gift to her son. Total is more than 400. Shucks. I really need to stop breaking my wallet. Speaking of wallets, I walked past the wallet shop at tampines mall, and they had awesome wallets! "Shoo! No money in here" was one that caught my eye. But I most loved the "This is my wallet. There are many like it but this is mine." (: Internal layout exactly like my current wallet, without the broken seam of course. Heh. Gotta lay my hands on that wallet some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone! I got a samsung F480. Small, handy touch screen phone, quite slim as well, thought it can't compare with the phone it is replacing. 5.0 megapixel thought, pretty handy since I'm just a student (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thanks for coming out with me on Sunday to study Shannon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269424670643937046-7636244158918809149?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/7636244158918809149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/06/same-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/7636244158918809149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/7636244158918809149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/06/same-old.html' title='Same old'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-7772571675243124562</id><published>2009-05-27T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:28:47.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>5 more days till O level Chinese...urk. Hope I can do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore has a swine flu case now. Some 22 year old woman from New York. Wonder if it's gonna spread like hell here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry, Miss Teng gave us revision papers to do. Jeremy and me (we paired up) doing halfway then suddenly the class chatter suddenly stopped, and damn quiet. Jeremy looked up while i carried on doing then see the entire class staring at us. Miss Teng gave a comment about us working very hard ^^. But truth be told, most of the work was Jeremy, while I corrected only a few of his mistakes. Stolen Glory (:&lt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, had to re-do 2.4 run in the blistering heat. So hot that halfway through the run, half of us pulled out, not being able to continue on. I was almost ready to give up until I looked at the timing on the watch that Dave lent me (Thanks Dave!), I still had 4 minutes left to complete two rounds. Turning to the others I whispered in between pants that I was not going to pull out, and I would try to make it to the end. Made it in time, but suffered from mild heatstroke (Looking at where sunlight heat the ground and having everything glare back into your eyes, could not stand steadily) and afterwards, had NCC photo shoot. So many people haha, we had a little trouble squeezing everyone into the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also side note, I finally brought 21st Century Breakdown over the weekends! Enjoying the songs now ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269424670643937046-7772571675243124562?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/7772571675243124562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/05/countdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/7772571675243124562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/7772571675243124562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/05/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-7524537805452864836</id><published>2009-05-19T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:11:29.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The secret letter</title><content type='html'>Mid year results. Darn. Didn't do that well, thought in comparison to my class, higher than that, thought it isn't really fair considering half the class just either skipped their examinations, simply gave up during exams or didn't study. Improvement in terms of passing rate, but hell, 3 Cs, 3 Bs and 1 A ain't gonna do shit for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269424670643937046-7524537805452864836?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/7524537805452864836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/05/secret-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/7524537805452864836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/7524537805452864836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/05/secret-letter.html' title='The secret letter'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-4608889903438476790</id><published>2009-05-17T08:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:36:51.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, my head</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my sister's birthday party. One word. Awesome. Had to decorate the chalet we rented with balloons and streamers and what not, while my maid, my aunt, another sister and my mother cooked up really nice dishes of chicken, fish ball and some dish I can't remember the name of. The rest we had it catered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister said there were about 50 people that came to the party, but I find that hard to believe. The entire house was filled with my sister's friend, so much that even the backyard had to be laid out for them to have space. I went around helping them with drinks and what not, and the rest I can't really remember as I am currently having a hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangover, yeah. Stupid me was holding a bottle of white wine thinking: "Hey, maybe this can cure me insomnia! If I get a hangover tomorrow I'll just pop some paracetamol in the morning. Next morning I wake up in my house (I came back, half of the family is still over there), my cup overturned, the wine bottle near empty and now my head is throbbing with pain. Really should not have taken that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moscat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o's&lt;/span&gt; alcohol level that lightly. Could have sworn I was still sober at night thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head's spinning like heck and my liver is protesting. All in a day of fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's pictures of the bottle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/Sg9ax2ZSFRI/AAAAAAAAACE/vk-9sPKjlBM/s1600-h/Photo551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/Sg9ax2ZSFRI/AAAAAAAAACE/vk-9sPKjlBM/s320/Photo551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336583895918974226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found it something like this, 'cept with my cup over turned and my bottle to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/Sg9axzFhREI/AAAAAAAAACM/yRO7G1LMMiM/s1600-h/Photo552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/Sg9axzFhREI/AAAAAAAAACM/yRO7G1LMMiM/s320/Photo552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336583895030776898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Up close, how much was left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/Sg9ax818FpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_fqwb42BGIk/s1600-h/Photo550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/Sg9ax818FpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_fqwb42BGIk/s320/Photo550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336583897649780370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another angle, here you can see it slightly that it's a brown brothers. It's a very good brand, recommended to try at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything ain’t what it seems &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wave my hands and I got you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you feel so fly assisting me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But now it’s my turn to watch you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I ain’t goin stop you if you wanna grab my neck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talk sexy to me like that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just do what I taught you, girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I give you my heat and I need you to push it right back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269424670643937046-4608889903438476790?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4608889903438476790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/4608889903438476790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/4608889903438476790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my-head.html' title='Oh, my head'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/Sg9ax2ZSFRI/AAAAAAAAACE/vk-9sPKjlBM/s72-c/Photo551.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-7355334732381847129</id><published>2009-05-11T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:05:11.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small post</title><content type='html'>Just remembered that I never posted pictures of my guitar so...Tada! My Guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/SggUH9op1DI/AAAAAAAAABs/7sMMFvq6PCA/s1600-h/Photo534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/SggUH9op1DI/AAAAAAAAABs/7sMMFvq6PCA/s320/Photo534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334535885657068594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/SggUHjvUVoI/AAAAAAAAABk/8oGXnJ7YGRY/s1600-h/Photo533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/SggUHjvUVoI/AAAAAAAAABk/8oGXnJ7YGRY/s320/Photo533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334535878705698434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6 stringed SX. Sunburst Red to black. Cut, with in-built tuner and also supports an amp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269424670643937046-7355334732381847129?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/7355334732381847129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/05/small-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/7355334732381847129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/7355334732381847129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/05/small-post.html' title='Small post'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/SggUH9op1DI/AAAAAAAAABs/7sMMFvq6PCA/s72-c/Photo534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-235066610170870293</id><published>2009-05-11T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:55:43.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearance Sale</title><content type='html'>Just went over to davis guitars and brought a new capo and 2 more picks. Keep forgetting where I place it, thus brought more just in case. The capo now allows me to play more songs once I learn them. (: Finished doing half of good riddance in normal time, next week, when mid years end, I'll finish up two more lines. Pity I can never swap E minor to D fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the house. Sisters are doing law stuff/in poly/working and parents are out as well. Currently working on maths, which is conveniently tomorrow. Also, happy birthday to Shannon! Hopefully you'll like the gift we got for ya. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, can't wait for 21st Century Breakdown by green day haha. Releases on 15th May. Also just remembered, heard of four more new songs from chart attack and various sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Sex Magic - Ciara ft. Justin Timberlake. Very catchy tune. R&amp;amp;B but also pop influences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Made You - Eminem. Lovely MV (: , very comedic. Like the verses. Hip-Hop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up in Vegas - Katy Perry. It is actually a very nice song, go listen to it for a bit. It seems to be pop and rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock you down - Keri Hilson ft. Ne-Yo and Kanye West. Lovely, 3 awesome artists complied to one song. The lyrics and good and so is the rhythm. Obviously R&amp;amp;B (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go listen to them when you have time, great addition to your list of favourite songs (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I just can't pull myself away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Under a spell I can't break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just can't stop, I just can't stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just can't stop, I just can't stop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269424670643937046-235066610170870293?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/235066610170870293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/05/clearance-sale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/235066610170870293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/235066610170870293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/05/clearance-sale.html' title='Clearance Sale'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-7298337791008168412</id><published>2009-05-03T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:33:22.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racking up the points</title><content type='html'>Just completed half of good riddance, in same time. Now, my fingers hurt. Bad. I think I see some riots and protests by the cells there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Mid years. Hope I studied enough. Been forcing myself to balance all three things at once. Working on SS now. Really hope that swine flu won't hit Singapore during O Levels. Now that would just be bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, go listen to Green Day - Know your enemy, from 21st Century Breakdown. It's Awesome. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know the enemy?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know your enemy&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta know the enemy oohhey...&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/7269424670643937046-7298337791008168412?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/7298337791008168412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/05/racking-up-points.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/7298337791008168412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/7298337791008168412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/05/racking-up-points.html' title='Racking up the points'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-7482928411274261021</id><published>2009-04-25T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:49:20.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neutral Grounds</title><content type='html'>Just got my new acoustic guitar yesterday, an SX, been playing it for a while now. Thanks to two other friends in my class who are gonna teach me (: . It costed me 200 dollars, but it's bloody worth it, and very "powerful" for the price according to the guy who owns 12 guitars, with built in tuner and comes with a cover as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had geography remedial today, awesome learning experience, as I just got a 9/10 for it, and I also learnt another 2 more chords. Now I can play Green Day - Good Riddance, Sketchy, but I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time for a long post, ate a really good &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bowl of ban mian&lt;/span&gt; at Pasir Ris Avenue 6, should go try it out some time, as for me, I have to go nurse my sore fingers from pressing down all those frets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So take the photographs and still frames in your mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hang it on a shelf of good life and good time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tattoos and memories and dead skin on trial,&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth, it was worth all the while...&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/7269424670643937046-7482928411274261021?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/7482928411274261021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/04/neutral-grounds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/7482928411274261021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/7482928411274261021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/04/neutral-grounds.html' title='Neutral Grounds'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-236262811114484256</id><published>2009-04-20T16:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:49:24.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious moments</title><content type='html'>Haha, my arms are covered in paint. Went to paint the class after school. Unexpectedly, it was bloody fun. As we painted, a soccer match between our school and another school started. It went slowly until some idiot from their school acted a hero, rush for the ball so close to their goal and did not let the goalkeeper take it, and accidentally kicked it into his own goal! Instantly the entire block facing the field echoed out roars of laughter and shouts. We shouting and laughing from our class, others doing the same at the central staircase and field gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During physics, we were solving a question for some kind of keystone circuit which, according to my teacher, is a very famous circuit used by engineers and studied by the university students taking physics as well. Obviously, our resistors used were small to avoid complexity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: "Okay so whats P.D through the 3 ohms resistor?"&lt;br /&gt;Erwin: "It's Nine point...eight seven six five four three two one." Looks around at everyone staring at him. "What? Really wad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it turned out to be really that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Listening. Haha, all the answers are bloody similar. What was the reason the old man gave for not being married? (Old man wanted to find perfect woman, found one so close, but didn't cherish it. And is now old.)&lt;br /&gt;A: He missed a chance, and is now alone.&lt;br /&gt;B: In order to find the perfect woman, he did not marry.&lt;br /&gt;C: Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;D: In order to find the perfect woman, he let go of the chance, and wasted his entire youth days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll give it all up,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm taking back my love,&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking back my love,&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking back my love...&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/7269424670643937046-236262811114484256?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/236262811114484256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/04/hilarious-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/236262811114484256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/236262811114484256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/04/hilarious-moments.html' title='Hilarious moments'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-8007426672044000497</id><published>2009-04-17T16:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:20:58.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My eyes burn. Do yours?</title><content type='html'>Revamped the entire blog! Have your eyes burnt! haha. Sleek white, with a new picture, new text colours and a music player at the bottom! Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Joshua create a template for his blog, so I decided on something smaller, a change in layout. Probably would move to template, but that will be saved for next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we played dodge ball today for P.E. Wow, that was pretty fun, tossing balls and avoiding them. Had loads of fun there! Also love the events that happened, such as being raided by the other court (We were playing 4 teams, 2 teams on each tennis court) where they all grabbed their dodge balls and started to assault our court. Our two teams that were once fighting stopped, and turned onto the other court (: . 8 dodge balls make the game chaotic. Also, one of the shuttlecocks from the people playing badminton got stuck onto the sloped roof of the walkway. So we all tried using the ball to roll down the correct slide, like a major carnival game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yays. Finally got a collar badge, the class monitor badge, for the first time in my years here! 1 hour long of pep talk from Mr. Ng sure did good. Clarifies loads of my doubts (: . Decorated the class afterwards, with construction paper and what not. Costed me $7.40. Wahaha. On monday, I shall finish it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can talk all you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But my skin is really thick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm the leader of the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And my game is really sleek&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269424670643937046-8007426672044000497?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/8007426672044000497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-eyes-burn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/8007426672044000497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/8007426672044000497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-eyes-burn.html' title='My eyes burn. Do yours?'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-1648622190447128916</id><published>2009-04-15T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:52:17.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why must the sins of our past be a burden to our future?</title><content type='html'>Gah. Looonng time since I updated. Sorry about that. I just didn't really know what to write, and couldn't find a good time interval to write updates. So I have decided to write and blog about events that really...hit hard, be it good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mid year orals. Panicked and probably screwed up both components. Smart teachers, knowing we would exchange information, prepared a list of different conversation questions. I salute you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, just remembered about DSA-JC. Hope I'm not late for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell everybody what you wann&lt;/span&gt;a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm walking my shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And see the way you're living if you really want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Got my mind on my money&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not going away...&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/7269424670643937046-1648622190447128916?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1648622190447128916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-must-sins-of-our-past-be-burden-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/1648622190447128916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/1648622190447128916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-must-sins-of-our-past-be-burden-to.html' title='Why must the sins of our past be a burden to our future?'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-1999258895327070805</id><published>2009-04-11T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:25:48.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness</title><content type='html'>wheee hahahaha. Here's yer update then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269424670643937046-1999258895327070805?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1999258895327070805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/04/madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/1999258895327070805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/1999258895327070805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/04/madness.html' title='Madness'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-515458608450643045</id><published>2009-02-18T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:36:12.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I see are tears</title><content type='html'>Wednesday! Came to school in NCC uniform to commemorate a belated "Happy fall of Singapore". Really bloody hot in it. But it allowed me to have some of those situational awareness, where I realised the number of people in whatever uniformed groups they are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. During English, we had to each read out a speech we had done. The day before we had Danial, the class comedian to do a speech. Everyone kept laughing whenever he read each sentence as he unintentionally turned all of it into sexual innuendos about gays. Today, we had someone who greatly oppressed the government. He wrote some speech about it and everyone forced him to speak. He quickly cut short his speech by a whole and turned it into a complaining speech haha. The teacher even quickly debated back on his speech with every point she had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry, went to lab to do QA. Wow haha, the colours and what not were all expected. However, no one really considered that ammonium chloride when added with sodium hydroxide and heated would cause it to blow. Had 5 people suffering from burns on their hands when the whole solution blew out of the test tube. 7 broken test tubes from all the shock of it blowing out haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269424670643937046-515458608450643045?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/515458608450643045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-i-see-are-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/515458608450643045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/515458608450643045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-i-see-are-tears.html' title='All I see are tears'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-8661819443198489837</id><published>2009-02-14T11:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:26:51.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And hell hit hard</title><content type='html'>Friday. Ugh. So much homework. Darn examinations will be drowning us in about 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an interesting day. I left the house with a feeling i forgot something. When i reached the school, I thought I remembered, it was that I probably forgot to turn my contact lenses the right way. Only during the assembly that I was reminded with a sentence: "You will be learning the hardships of war during your recess, where only war *Insert loud groans and awws from the entire school* food such as plain porridge, rice, ikan billies and...well that's about it." I Forgot to bloody pack cup noodles to proliferate from this! Was intending to bring two, one for myself and sell the other at absurd prices. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For PE, we ran all the way to a nearby (I say nearby as it is within walking distance. I say not THAT nearby is that we had to walk 2 streets, cross an overhead bridge, past a market, walk through a few blocks, another road, before one more block before we reached it.) playing court for basketball and street soccer. Luck will have it, some guy came late. I had to run all the way back to pick him up, before going back there again. Haha! Good exercise thought! Decided to go running at night after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography. We had a test, but as the test was in the workbook, a quarter of the class already did it before hand. While we scribbled furiously, attempting to finish it in 25 minutes, they just sat there and pretended they were writing. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CME. Civics And Moral Education. Supposed to teach us something about life. Haha, this time it was responsibility. What kind of friend are you looking for? Half the class instantly listed High family income as number one. Real classy people, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a group of people do a skit on stage afterwards. Pretty...inter-okay, I wont lie. It sucked. Badly. It's like an open invitation to poor acid right into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went out running at 8.30 that night. As I left, my sister came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister: Hey you going out running?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Sister: Do you know what day it is?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Sister: The?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *checks date. Friday, 13th* Thanks dude. really, THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even realise it was that day haha. Did two rounds in the end. Stopped because I was late for a meeting. I'm getting slower the longer the period of not excerising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I dont know much about classic cars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I got a lot of friends talking classic cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To see what, held, oh, high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Media, please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269424670643937046-8661819443198489837?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/8661819443198489837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-hell-hit-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/8661819443198489837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/8661819443198489837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-hell-hit-hard.html' title='And hell hit hard'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-4889926678590610598</id><published>2009-02-11T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:28:26.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Mayhem</title><content type='html'>Haha. Just took a quiz that is quite funny and amusing. You do this by switching on your music player and hitting shuffle, before answering the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY?”, YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Stolen - Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;(I guess i'll go: No, this is stolen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Blow me Away - Breaking Benjamin      &lt;br /&gt;(Umm...Awkward silence will follow after that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;The man who can't be moved - The script&lt;br /&gt;(Haha, interesting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Vindicated - Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;(Ooo, like this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Fall for you - Secondhand serenade&lt;br /&gt;(Odd answer haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;All Rise - Blue&lt;br /&gt;(Another odd one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;Way I Are - Timbaland&lt;br /&gt;(Haha, I know this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers - MCR&lt;br /&gt;(Wow?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Harder to Breathe - Maroom 5&lt;br /&gt;(Third and probably the last odd question)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Damn Regret - Red jumpsuit apparatus&lt;br /&gt;(Oh...Shit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Dance Floor Anthem - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;(Guess it would be dancing?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Shadow of the day - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;(Aww, repentance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when september ends - Green Day&lt;br /&gt;(Oh man haha, soldiers like in the MV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Best of Me - Daniel Powter&lt;br /&gt;(I know this one as well (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Beverly Hills - Weezer&lt;br /&gt;(Hoping I'll make it big?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;How to save a life - The Fray&lt;br /&gt;(Oh man...shlda deleted this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Good Riddance - Green Day&lt;br /&gt;(What the...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;Save You - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;(Saving people. HAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;If I Never See Your Face Again - Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;(Self explanatory!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT’S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;Get Low - Flo-Rida&lt;br /&gt;(Wow haha, going low is bad. Wonder what that means.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;Mad World - Gary Jules&lt;br /&gt;(Matches the mood of the song. Nice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;High School Never Ends - Bowling for Soup&lt;br /&gt;(I regret high school never ending?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;For you to Notice - Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;(Cool!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Situation - Weezer&lt;br /&gt;(Perfect situations make me cry...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;Do You Know (The Ping-Pong Song)&lt;br /&gt;(Hes avoiding my question!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Won't Go Home Without You - Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;(Not going home with someone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Through The Glass - Stone Sour&lt;br /&gt;(Gahh! Matches the mood again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;Thunder - Boys like Girls&lt;br /&gt;(Haha, changing thunder.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Stan - Eminem&lt;br /&gt;(Stan hurts me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;The Adventure - Angels and Airwaves&lt;br /&gt;(This was an awesome adventure!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269424670643937046-4889926678590610598?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4889926678590610598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/02/music-mayhem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/4889926678590610598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/4889926678590610598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/02/music-mayhem.html' title='Music Mayhem'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-2440116557434019650</id><published>2009-02-07T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:59:40.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They are ruling the world</title><content type='html'>Wow haha, when did teachers go tech? Just realised the trend is now to distribute homework from the internet. Mr Suhami and Mrs Er are trendsetters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner again today, at the intercontinental hotel. The food there was umm...meh. Not alot for a meat lover like me. The oysters were small, but still quite delicious and they served different types of coffee there, like lattes! When I first went to the table, I realised they had two forks and two knives but no spoons. Sigh. Looked stupid using a fork to eat rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a jerk, joshua lim. You abandoned us three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lets here it for america's sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;I must confess&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with my own sins...&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/7269424670643937046-2440116557434019650?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2440116557434019650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/02/they-are-ruling-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/2440116557434019650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/2440116557434019650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/02/they-are-ruling-world.html' title='They are ruling the world'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-3581789230734367928</id><published>2009-02-03T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:53:18.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rehabilitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bah, been a hectic week, didn't have time to post. Lets see what's first. Ahh yes, well I ain't gonna buy a Fall Out Boy ticket since I can't drag anyone along. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it, already on Qualitative Analysis. No way to know all of the physical tests for anions and cations except to remember all of this. Awesome short abbreviations work best here thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the cops come a few days ago, haha. Some guy got beaten up by his class members and now his mother is suing everyone there. I overheard a teacher of that class saying that she would "wash (her) hands out of this case." Also on related news, principle announced our school had a classification of "Rioting and Assault" on the link ways next to the canal. Strong dysphemism if you ask me, since it was a small fight among two students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, gotta bugger off now, gotta finish up this worksheet on QA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in for luck,&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in so deep.&lt;br /&gt;This air is blessed,&lt;br /&gt;You share with me...&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/7269424670643937046-3581789230734367928?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3581789230734367928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/02/rehabilitation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/3581789230734367928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/3581789230734367928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/02/rehabilitation.html' title='Rehabilitation'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-1873983459431428169</id><published>2009-01-29T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:05:08.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's way outta your league, bro</title><content type='html'>Urk. Can't find anyone to tag along for the Fall out Boy Concert. Caught the flu when I came to school. Wouldn't stop sneezing at thin air, thus sitting at the back of the class slowly sniffling away. Just popped a cold pill, hopefully would stop the darn sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, physics lesson was pretty fun. Half the time recapping on EM spectrum, other half talking about random stuff like how during sports day, only married men fired the starting pistol, since the rounds were blanks, and non-married men should not ever fire blanks, which lead to us wondering what happened to Mr. Shaheed after he went firing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my shoes split, which made me realised: I REALLY gotta find a day to get a new pair and a new bag. Since, my bag too was tearing, but I didn't have anytime to go over and buy a new one. Saw a sweet looking bag for twenty at TM/CS/Eastpoint a few weeks ago, wonder if they still sell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another turning point a fork stuck in the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Time grabs you by the wrist directs you where to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So make the best of this test and don't ask why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's not a question but a lesson learned in time&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269424670643937046-1873983459431428169?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1873983459431428169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/01/shes-way-outta-your-league-bro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/1873983459431428169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/1873983459431428169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/01/shes-way-outta-your-league-bro.html' title='She&apos;s way outta your league, bro'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-7177262249974621349</id><published>2009-01-27T22:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:16:43.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such an Elitist Bas@%$d</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;Went around visiting houses, saw relatives I never saw for a long while on both sides of my family tree. Later, had a few families who in turn came and visited our house. The hosts cooked up supper for them, my sisters doing Japanese style dishes (Sushi, rice rolls and what not), my father providing an awesome plate of cheese served on top of crackers with white and red wine while my mother entertained the guests. Also, I ate my first few pieces of abalone this year, and downed 3 glasses (according to my mother) of white wine. Brown Brothers, tasted really really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/SX8iJVEKhbI/AAAAAAAAABM/2BHbQYQLckw/s1600-h/Wine+Glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/SX8iJVEKhbI/AAAAAAAAABM/2BHbQYQLckw/s320/Wine+Glass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295989230479771058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wore my new set of clothes today, was planning on saving them for graduation night. Oh well. Pity the vest I brought along with the shirt looked alot like one of those bullet proof vests, but matched perfectly with my fedora ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with a call from my mother about people visiting our house. Quickly dressed and went down to wait. Watched The Prestige, nice movie, but quite messy. Then went to visit two more houses, before returning home, to entertain another family who came to visit. However, I slept right through that (Was tired!). Later left for a dinner at the shangri la hotel, where the buffet was down an escalator. First thing I saw the moment i went down? The president with his family. And his bodyguards of course, in the surrounding table. I love that place, loads of fancy food. Stuffed myself silly with oysters, butter chicken, miso soup et cetera. Later, had a few rounds of luck draw, such as bingo and one of those "reach into this and pull out a piece of paper" game. So close to winning! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And someone is calling my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; From the back of the restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And someone is playing a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In the house that I grew up in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And someone will drive her around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Down the same streets that I did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269424670643937046-7177262249974621349?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/7177262249974621349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/01/such-elitist-basd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/7177262249974621349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/7177262249974621349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/01/such-elitist-basd.html' title='Such an Elitist Bas@%$d'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/SX8iJVEKhbI/AAAAAAAAABM/2BHbQYQLckw/s72-c/Wine+Glass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-3144619537312513013</id><published>2009-01-25T08:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T08:55:12.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subliminal Messaging</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year tomorrow. There's gonna be a partial solar eclipse as well, which according to loads of people, is a bad omen. Add that with it being the year of the ox, you get people shaking their heads sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partial solar eclipse, from 4 pm to 5-6.30-ish. Stare at it with your eyes and you may go blind. Stare at it from a camera and your camera will kill it's self. Bah. Those solar filters don't come cheap, so I'm just gonna stare at it with my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternating between typing here, and typing on the PBwiki. Wow, very typical. Even on internet, everyone still bullies the small guy in there. Haha. At least he hasn't created an account, doubt he sees it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garbage truck just went by, I see them donned in red shirts and matching blue jeans. Just as they are about to leave, neighbour opens up his gate and hands all three of them a hongbao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't care what you think&lt;br /&gt;As long as it's about me&lt;br /&gt;The best of us can find happiness&lt;br /&gt;In misery...&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/7269424670643937046-3144619537312513013?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3144619537312513013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/3144619537312513013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/3144619537312513013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year-tomorrow.html' title='Subliminal Messaging'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-1460538816690867953</id><published>2009-01-23T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:50:00.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Cherry Train</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year celebrations today. Started off with a lion dance. One of them fell off near the end, poor guy. After that, went back to class for lessons. Well actually, for us it was just relaxation time. The teacher didn't want to bring us out for games (PE), so we set there and just did whatever we want.  We were missing 7 people today, but compared to other classes, with 4E3 being 25-ish, and 4E5 being 10-ish, it was a rather godsend. The real celebrations at the hall, was like a plane crash, and nobody in it knew they were burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, with 150 dollars in my pockets, due to the good progress award thing. This might be my ticket to uh.. well my ticket to a ticket to Fall Out Boy's Concert seeing I just spent 4/5 of my bank cash for investment of stocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to cut it short, for hereeee's my-tuition-teacher-whos-walking-straight-for-my-house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I always been a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;But things are gonna change I just wanna come home.&lt;br /&gt;And you're...you're the only face I wanna see,&lt;br /&gt;That why I'm gonna be on the next plane home...&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/7269424670643937046-1460538816690867953?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1460538816690867953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-cherry-train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/1460538816690867953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/1460538816690867953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-cherry-train.html' title='That Cherry Train'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-4562847057656377528</id><published>2009-01-21T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:48:00.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell on Wheels</title><content type='html'>Today was an erm...interesting day. Had to heave two stacks of magazines to class at the start of the day, whilst carrying my books and my uniform, and also had to open the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess, we had several "guests" who came over to our class to play truancy. Nice sia, first time form teacher walk in, scold us, never realised. Second time, walk in, notice the first guy who hid behind his bag, but did not notice the others. Second guy got afraid and quickly went back to his class. Third time, form teacher came in to tell us to behave ourselves, and reprimanded us for not informing him of the dude, STILL never see the last guy, who damn smart, quietly doing his work, despite heavy informative looks in the general direction of him by many students of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCC. Had to split our workforce. Half of the NCOs went over to take the sec. 2s over to east coast park, dunno what they did there, running for 3 hours i heard, while the other half of the NCOs took the sec. 3s in teaching them the process of "learning aid". Finally, at the end of the training, got part B go try and whack another part B, attempted assault as we call it. Heard loads of different stories about what happened, mostly due to a pushing incident. Poor guy broke down afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training. The SNCOs wanted some drills for themselves, and thus Joshua helped them give commands, while i watched them. Half-way past, a child that was being supervised by Eugene wandered over to Joshua, while i talked with Mr Tan, Form teacher and also my NCC head in-charge. Conversation half way talk past le, suddenly he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: "What is he...did he just sniff Joshua's shoes?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Seriously?"&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: "Ya he is starting to freak me out. Why is he with Eugene?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: *chuckles* "No idea, sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to quickly go attain information from various sources. First information i heard was that he was Eugene's brother, was pretty shocked when i heard that. No resemblance at all sia. Later went over to where they were both sitting, with a junior Lance Corporal of mine and a "graduated last year but still came back &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inchek&lt;/span&gt;", which is a retired officer or something. Found out that the child was probably not Eugene's brother, as he left in a car different from Eugene and that his name was Moses from 2N1. I also received word that he could have been one of the guys Eugene had been a peer mentor to. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Also forgot one thing!&lt;br /&gt;22/01/09 3.46 pm&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, forgot to add, that our school had some guy who came over to study for 2 weeks, to learn the "patrician way" as the principal placed it. He is a bloody illusionist. Loads of magic tricks up his sleeves. Moving cards up a deck, replacing cards, levitating cards &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;et cetera.&lt;/span&gt; Check him out haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I don't believe in love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nothing is left for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If I don't believe in love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're too good for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269424670643937046-4562847057656377528?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4562847057656377528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/01/hell-on-wheels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/4562847057656377528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/4562847057656377528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/01/hell-on-wheels.html' title='Hell on Wheels'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-4542511311183664067</id><published>2009-01-20T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:14:03.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Good to be King</title><content type='html'>Argh! Still can't get chemistry right. Bloody mole concept. They make my brain hurt quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon's facebook just got deleted. Poor guy, nobody knows why yet, since they haven't replied his email. Odd, why do they randomly go delete people's facebook? I kinda feel sorry for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess, went to check NCC notice board. Wow. It says "RNR at East Coast Park". Erm, isn't RNR rest and recuperation? Why is it RNR when we are going to get them to run? Nice one joshua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently typing out a web profile for some pbwiki thing. English teacher wants the whole class to do a web page of every single one of us here, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i distinctively remember hearing the lyrics "I got my mind on my money, and -" Something. Odd, can't find it in any song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crack the shutters open wide&lt;br /&gt;I wanna bathe you in the light of day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and just watch you as the rays tangle up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;around your face and body...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269424670643937046-4542511311183664067?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4542511311183664067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-good-to-be-king.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/4542511311183664067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/4542511311183664067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-good-to-be-king.html' title='It&apos;s Good to be King'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-6264756129005417755</id><published>2009-01-18T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:06:32.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They call him the Lost</title><content type='html'>Just by watching MTV for about an hour, you will attain an average of 5 songs that you like. I found 4, Live your Life, Crack the Shutters, I don't believe in love and You better pray. Glad you liked Crack the Shutters Yi poh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book of Nostradamus was seriously odd. It talked about how to world will end in 2012. Like the Mayans had predicted. Really, really stupid if you ask me. Just because our sun will align itself to the galactic center. What does that mean? "Oh, natural disasters will hit us extremely hard on that one day." Yeah dude. I'm pretty sure if that happened, we will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; be wiped out. Earthquake? Get to the skies. Tsunami? Get to the skies/underwater. Massive flooding? Skies, high rised buildings. massive tornadoes because some how the alignment will cause massive winds? Bunkers. Asteroid raining hell on us? Human technology allows us to tell as early as 30 years before impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much of posting material for the weekend. So, Like all wise writers, we erm...Liberate posted stuff and convert them to our own use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVER OR A FIGHTER?&lt;br /&gt;No idea what that means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOS YOU FAVOURITE TEACHER?&lt;br /&gt;All are equal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR WORST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;The cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS A KID, WERE YOU A LEGO BUILDER?&lt;br /&gt;Guess so, small time contractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF "REALITY TV"?&lt;br /&gt;Don't really watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU CHEW ON YOUR STRAWS?&lt;br /&gt;No. Don't really use straws actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WERE YOU A CUTE BABY?&lt;br /&gt;If i have a time traveling machine I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW IS THE SINGLE LIFE FOR YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT COLOR IS YOUR KEYBOARD?&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BUNGEE JUMPED?&lt;br /&gt;No real bridges tall enough here in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANY SECRET TALENTS?&lt;br /&gt;Great Sleuth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR IDEAL VACATION SPOT?&lt;br /&gt;Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EATEN SUSHI?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOVIE "DONNIE DARKO"?&lt;br /&gt;Not really sure that exists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU GIVE A DARN ABOUT THE OZONE?&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY LICKS DOES IT TAKE TO GET TO THE CENTER OF A TOOTSIE POP?&lt;br /&gt;How the heck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU SING THE ALPHABET BACKWARDS?&lt;br /&gt;Never tried, Never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON AN AIRPLANE?&lt;br /&gt;No, i flew with wings from place to place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE SPEEDO'S HOT?&lt;br /&gt;Depends if they were in an air-conditioned room or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR STAND ON HUNTING?&lt;br /&gt;Away from the hunters target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS MARRIAGE IN YOUR FUTURE?&lt;br /&gt;If I have a time traveling machine I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;Fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAID, "I LOVE YOU"&lt;br /&gt;Don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS TUPAC STILL ALIVE?&lt;br /&gt;Whats a tupac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU CRY AT WEDDINGS?&lt;br /&gt;I only been to a wedding once. So er, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?&lt;br /&gt;scrambled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE BLONDES DUMB?&lt;br /&gt;Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DOES THE OTHER SOCK END UP?&lt;br /&gt;Where the other sock will not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TIME IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;10.46 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME?&lt;br /&gt;My surname, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS MCDONALD'S DISGUSTING?&lt;br /&gt;Fast food makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WERE IN A CAR?&lt;br /&gt;40 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU PREFER BATHS OR SHOWERS?&lt;br /&gt;Baths. Soak up and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS SANTA CLAUSE REAL?&lt;br /&gt;He existed as nick, but died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU ADDICTED TO?&lt;br /&gt;Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRUNCHY OR CREAMY PEANUT BUTTER?&lt;br /&gt;Crunchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER RIDDEN IN AN AMBULANCE?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BRUSHED YOUR TEETH TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS DRUG FREE THE WAY TO BE?&lt;br /&gt;Not really, I need my daily sanity medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU WEARING SOCKS?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER HITCH HIKED?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN'S THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?&lt;br /&gt;Bout 1-2 years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU LIKE YOUR LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty cool I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU PSYCHIC?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU READ "CATCHER IN THE RYE"?&lt;br /&gt;Odd little name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU PLAY ANY INSTRUMENTS?&lt;br /&gt;I wish to swap guitars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU SKATEBOARD?&lt;br /&gt;No tricks, But i can ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU LIKE CAMPING?&lt;br /&gt;Edgy on the comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DOES THE LAST MESSAGE IN YOUR HANDPHONE INBOX SAY?&lt;br /&gt;I will be a little late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU SNORT WHEN YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;Myself. I am a sad little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS A DOG A MAN'S BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;True to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU BELIEVE IN DIVORCE?&lt;br /&gt;It exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU DO THE MOONWALK?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES YOUR MOM KNOW YOU HAVE A MYSPACE?&lt;br /&gt;My myspace account is non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Cutlet served with black pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU WEAR NAILPOLISH?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU LIKE SOMEONE RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Is it even possible to dislike/hate everyone you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE MOST ANNOYING TV COMMERCIAL?&lt;br /&gt;"You got the whole world, in your hands!" Is a sorry excuse for music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU SHOP AT AMERICAN EAGLE?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE BAND AT THE MOMENT?&lt;br /&gt;Loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Calm. Sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been minutes,&lt;br /&gt;it's been days,&lt;br /&gt;it's been all I will remember&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269424670643937046-6264756129005417755?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6264756129005417755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-call-him-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/6264756129005417755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/6264756129005417755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-call-him-lost.html' title='They call him the Lost'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-5146696217054723174</id><published>2009-01-16T14:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:33:59.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If the speakers see me, I am dead</title><content type='html'>Inaugural prayers, I think I did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;alright. My legs were slightly trembling but good thing I was behind the podium ^^. After recess, had civics and moral education, where we were discussing about laws in countries. The discussion soon went from Singapore laws to Africa laws, where if a man raped a woman, the woman would be sentenced to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: Wwaaa! Desmond's favourite place sia!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Sickos. How would you feel if it's your family member?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: Oh my god he commit incest now sia!&lt;br /&gt;Desmond: Wa lau why everyone arrow me!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: *laughs* I mean if she is your family member and someone ELSE raped her, how would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Rape back a family member of his lor! He rape mine I rape back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laugh so much neighbouring class come see what's so funny. After her lessons, was Pastoral Care, well actually, my form teacher didn't really care about PC, so he come talk to us about O Levels and what not. I then ran an errand for him, go class to class ask teacher to give their result slips over to him. Man, I can't believe I still get called Harry Potter even without spectacles -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to fashion an idea in my head,&lt;br /&gt;where I would impress you,&lt;br /&gt;with every single word...I said,&lt;br /&gt;Would come out insightful, or brave, or smooth, or charming...&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/7269424670643937046-5146696217054723174?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/5146696217054723174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-speakers-see-me-i-am-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/5146696217054723174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/5146696217054723174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-speakers-see-me-i-am-dead.html' title='If the speakers see me, I am dead'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-4617446951576455201</id><published>2009-01-15T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:17:23.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half-Day</title><content type='html'>Tomorrows inaugural prayer service. Been called upon to say a prayer for my religion. Didn't know there was this much I needed to have when i said prayers. Calm, sincere voice, where to place stresses and what not. Hope I don't choke half way past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was half-day. Spent the other half of the day first setting up new decorations and fixing old ones in my class (Falling once), then running all the way to the hall to fix up a CCA booth. We just set up a creepy looking cave of camouflage netting's and 30 year old pictures that will so attract large crowds of people. The NCC Air are a bunch of con men, every year setting up a flight simulator and remote control helicopter. Instant swing for them, but when the new kids come in, you'll probably hear them whispering to each other "What happened to the flight simulators?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got an idea for my theme, seems pretty valid for an idea ^^, hoping it would dish out enough points for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every night she cries herself to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking why does this happen to me,&lt;br /&gt;Why does every moment have to be so hard...&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/7269424670643937046-4617446951576455201?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4617446951576455201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/01/half-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/4617446951576455201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/4617446951576455201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/01/half-day.html' title='Half-Day'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-7100571371440905815</id><published>2009-01-13T19:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:16:06.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidiness</title><content type='html'>That's it. The theme, which is so easy, that it's hard. I mean, at first glance, you can come up with an idea within about 5 seconds. But on the second time, you realise so many are already out in the market, thus your originality and complexity are gonna rocket - Downwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already stress is mounting quickly, by the sheer weight of O levels alone. Knowing that it will decide everyone's future, it's digging deep into our bones, refusing to come out till a year later. I now envy those who have just finished their Os, as they have the capability to celebrate and enjoy life everyday now, while their successors wallow in agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to doubt if there is any chance at all that my dream path would be realised. It is extremely difficult, and I'm not sure there is time to fully master my subjects. I have never thought up of an actual backup plan, where worst case scenario is enacted. I try not to think about it, for I have no idea what I will do next if that actually happens. Rather, I don't wish to know, for comforting thoughts are no longer appearing as much as they have last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, decorated the class early for Chinese New Year. I think we did a pretty darn good job at it. After we ripped down old decorations, I suddenly spot something in the corner of the room, on closer inspection, i found, This:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/SWx-exuDXqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZbQZkY6s1oI/s1600-h/God+Sees+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/SWx-exuDXqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZbQZkY6s1oI/s320/God+Sees+You.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290742729461161634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously creepy subliminal message. It was the only piece of paper i found that was not ripped off. I left it there as a possible momentum. Or to scare the next fella who sees it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about 7.45 pm now. Gotta get back to studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be there for you through it all,&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven.&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/7269424670643937046-7100571371440905815?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/7100571371440905815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/01/tidiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/7100571371440905815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/7100571371440905815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/01/tidiness.html' title='Tidiness'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXCboRWvmeY/SWx-exuDXqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZbQZkY6s1oI/s72-c/God+Sees+You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269424670643937046.post-4417011116519656492</id><published>2009-01-12T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:41:22.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the</title><content type='html'>First Post.&lt;br /&gt;It kinda feels more like a test really. Seeing what it seriously is. So i guess this is like a pilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sucks that it's O levels this year, you know? Just witnessed the previous batch receive their results and it really makes me worried. Makes me start thinking realistically what results I would get. I mean, no one can deny they would like a full 6 points for their Os, but indeed, it's pretty tough. I have no idea why i always set goals so high, even thought i know, even now, that there is little chance for me to not feel disappointed when the results are released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Levels start tomorrow, for me. Not the papers, more of the coursework. I just got a hint of what it might be, and it's extremely easy. So easy, that its hard.  Very hard. For when it's this easy, marks aren't gonna just be given out like freebies, Complexity of the coursework for most will be bloody low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009, gonna be a hell year for my batch. I'm prepared to crash course my way past, studying about 6 hours everyday. I'm not sure that will be enough, but I am hopeful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269424670643937046-4417011116519656492?l=exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4417011116519656492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/4417011116519656492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269424670643937046/posts/default/4417011116519656492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exodus-of-the-stars.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is.html' title='This is the'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694843667716532815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
