<?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-7883331564813623883</id><updated>2011-07-31T09:07:08.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELPLESS KID</title><subtitle type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a boy named Julian. He cheated his way and entered GEP in Rosyth School. Now, after 2 years, he is struggling to cope with his studies... (Poor guy!) Anyway, he is living happily ever after.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883331564813623883.post-6208512475987579439</id><published>2010-08-06T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T23:13:03.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED</title><content type='html'>Come find me at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" href="http://www.badboysrule.tumblr.com"&gt;badboysrule.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-6208512475987579439?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/6208512475987579439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=6208512475987579439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/6208512475987579439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/6208512475987579439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2010/08/moved.html' title='MOVED'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-5712942275636187962</id><published>2010-01-22T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:39:12.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WIN, WIN, WIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Sorry for not blogging that often. But atleast, my posts are pretty long. Sunday, catechism classes began. Yendall is in my class, so is Joshua and in a way, Bervyn. Cos it's like same class as last year but we are combining with another class. Okay, I don't really have much to talk about Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY... Mentoring, and then, Chem... CHEM IS LIKE TOTALLY WTF! We can't even hear the teacher or understand her. I pity myself... I don't even understand the MOLE. Fortunately, she's only a temporary teacher. We should be getting the real teacher in a couple of weeks. Okay, then, fast-forward... TOURNAMENT! It was totally a OMG for a lot of reasons. First, I was playing first singles. Second, we actually won. Third, in another match (Teck Whye vs Boon Lay), Boon Lay was totally damn pro. Fourth, the Boon Lay teacher IC was a bitch. Anyway, game start... Wait, we were playing against Jurongville. My opponent was a super tall freak. He thrashed me. And, I was supposed to be the sacrifice to play against him so that Yuan Han could avoid playing against him. Then, the first interval, Yuan Han came to give me advice. He came, and started... "HEHEHE..." Before he could continue, the Boon Lay teacher went NONO! ONLY THE TEACHER IC OR THE COACH CAN TALK TO THE PLAYER. So lame lah... We don't have a coach with us and our teacher IC was umpiring another match. First doubles! Leon + Dillon = 3 long sets but we prevailed! Second singles was total ownage for Yuan Han. It seemed really easy. Second doubles seemed shaky but Glen and Brandon secured the win for us. Third singles, Soh Jie lost pretty terribly. But, we won 3-2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday... Actually, nothing much to talk about. VB was super confusing as usual. I'm having trouble trying to cope. It seems really fun but I just can't understand. DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday... ACE was about YOG and youth being bad ambassadors for Singapore. English was fun! We were split into several groups and each group would be giving a type of food. Like, Hello Panda, Yan Yan wafer sticks... Then, we had to do an information report, narrative and an exposition about the product. We presented the exposition on Thursday so read on! Okay, fast-forward to tournament... We were up against New Town! This time, Jens was used as the sacrifice so he played first singles. But New Town also put a sacrifice in first singles so their game was pretty close. It was 3 sets but thankfully, Jens proved too good. First doubles, Dillon + Soh Jie = Oh no! They were playing against a really strong pair of doubles. We lost this in straight sets. But wait, there was Yuan Han in second singles! He thrashed his opponent 21-5, 21-9. Then, second doubles... Brandon + Julian (me, of course) = super close win. Ding ding ding... It wasn't easy man. Our opponents were weak but pressure was on us to win cos we were clearly the stronger side. But we did win... 27-25, 21-19! Our opponents were pretty inexperienced and shaky. At one point, when one guy was serving, I moved closer to the net with my racquet higher so that if he made a really slight mistake,  it would cost them a point. And it did! He ended up serving into the net. Third singles, Leon owned... 21-8, 21-14. It was 4-1 to us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, whoo! PE was bad. We had a long talk, warm-up and then, we jogged 3 rounds as a class and sprinted the last round (individual challenge). The last round was scary. Jerome was sprinting the first part. But when we were reaching the finish line, I sprinted the last 50m like mad and I beat him by a second. And that Jerome touched my _ _ _ while I overtook him, thinking that it would slow me down. Anyway, we took our weight. I'm 49.5, OMG! SHIT!!! Nah, it's because I have muscles. Later, Mr Sim decided not to take height because we were being "cooperative". So, we played captain's ball. It was BULLSHIT! Our side was overly strong. We had Chang Joon. At the other side, Yi Rong only picked his friends and not the pro people so they were highly disadvantaged. At one point, I forgot who threw the ball but I obviously got a hand on the ball but before I got my left hand on the ball as well, MR ANDY LIM CHAU SHEEN crashed into me and there I went, BOOMZ the floor. It totally doesn't hurt when a fatty bangs you like that. Later, we had Physics. Physics was super EPIC funny, especially Chang and Shao Wei working together. Chang was seriously working super well with him. After Physics, Mrs Oon was speaking to the three of us. Some fag's mum emailed the school that Jerome, Hao Joon (???) and Julian traumatized her son and forced him to add them on Facebook. When that fag was counselled, he said that he was fine with everything we did and said. STUPID MUM! English was damn funny. We had to present our exposition to the class. Yun Sil, Tan Rong, Yan Hao and Amelia's group was super serious and no offence, lame. Our group was epic funny. First we went like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Buy Yan Yan...&lt;br /&gt;Jerome: When you have Yan Yan, you get Yan Hao&lt;br /&gt;Chang Joon: When you have Yan Hao, you get Tan Rong&lt;br /&gt;Me: When you have Tan Rong, you get Joshua&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin: When you have Joshua, you get a year of free food supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we changed it... So we had it like this. Chang, Jerome and Benjamin were taking part in a race. Chang won. Why? Because he ate Yan Yan which gave him a lot of energy. Sian, VB later was "Aww, man! How do you do this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, finally!!! Bio in the morning was so damn damn damn sick! We asked the teacher stuff like... Nvm, I'm not saying it. But it was seriously very very sick and funny. Sian, there's so many things to memorise for Bio. During the Bio break, Chang and I went to see juniors. BRONSON"S BIRTHDAY! Happy birthday, Bronny! You're the same age as  I am! Okay, nvm about that. Later, IH was super lame and lame. We were supposed to divide ourselves into 3 groups. At first, Kevin and Gerald came up with some group. But they didn't really care about the rest of the class. They put themselves with the girls and put the rest with some shit people. But Yi Rong protested later. So, Mrs Lim grouped the whole class randomly herself. Ting Ting Ting... Somehow, Jerome and Chang were with me. We were to act like diplomats and answer questions from the SG as well as the US reporters, who were from the other two groups respectively. Ahh, anyway... Hiu Fung and Joshua were banned from talking because they were not being serious. Hiu Fung went over to Andy's group and Mrs Lim got angry. Then, she began scolding the whole class because of Andy, Joshua and Hiu Fung. SIGH! Anyway, later, I left Math early to go eat lunch and get ready to go for the tournament. Met Yuan Han, Leon and Soh Jie on the way... So I had lunch with them. While eating, Leon was doing suay bi. It sounded very hard and weird. Anyway, after lunch, we went up to Soh Jie and Yuan Han's class. Super cool man! Almost the all the cupboards at the back belong to both of them and they are filled with badminton related stuff. Like, there's this cool wrist exercise thing. Okay, fast forward to tournament! Yuan Han was playing first singles. It seemed super hard for him but the score suggested that it was really easy. He kept faking his serve till his opponent was damn sian of it. First doubles, Leon and Dillon... SUPER THRASH! Soh Jie for second singles was a loss. Second doubles, Brandon and I... It was the funniest moment of a badminton tournament for me. It was like this... On Wednesday, when the guy was gonna serve to me, I moved closer to pressurise him. Today, I did the same but that guy smiled at me. I smiled back. He stopped smiling and served. Later, when Brandon was gonna serve, that guy inched closer too. I asked Brandon to smile but it was too late. He flopped his serve when I told him to smile. We beat them easily though. 21-10, 21-18... Jens lost his game. So it's a 3-2 for us again! We win... On the way back, Mr Sun gave us a consent form for the tournament. So EPIC! We played 3 games already and then, he gives us the consent form. Actually, Mr Sun said we could sign it for our parents. The consent form was damn funny. I put my parent's name as Julian's father and I "did not consent". Soh Jie was funny. He forged Mr Sun's signature. Okay, lah... This post is long enough. I don't have much remaining to talk about.&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/7883331564813623883-5712942275636187962?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5712942275636187962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=5712942275636187962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5712942275636187962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5712942275636187962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2010/01/win-win-win.html' title='WIN, WIN, WIN!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-7012721426026983580</id><published>2010-01-16T15:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T19:53:36.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, my name is KEVIN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;I really feel like murdering some people. But first, I'll blog... Tuesday, we were super free. We only had English, Math and Visual Basic. Other than that, nothing... VB was pretty fun but I was sitting beside Yi Rong. Everyone seems to be hating VB or changing class. I'm all alone... But there's Zheng Huan now though I believe he'll change class soon too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday... Nothing really interesting! Da Vinci was a briefing by the teachers. We had a selection of Design &amp;amp; Engineering, Creative Problem Solving and IT Skills for Research. Everyone seems to be hating CPS and loving IT skills. But I'm hating Design &amp;amp; Engineering cos there's art. CPS and IT, I don't really mind. CPS is like really cool! Mr Valles is one of the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday! PE! PE was really epic. We kept thinking that Dr Sun would be teaching us but luckily we got the new teacher. MR SIM... Everyone calls him Simpson. But he seems nice... Just that when we were doing push-ups, he made us do 20 and after we did 19 push-ups, we had to sing a birthday song for the January babies. If 201's teacher, Angela Loh, didn't hear, we had to sing again... We did thrice, third time Mr Sim was doing together with us. Physics... Teacher asked me to tell the class to go lab but I forgot. And she came to class. WHOOPS! Physics is super tough. I think I hate Physics. And Physics teacher was telling us that her class finds that we are disturbing them. I forgot what else she said. But the point was that we were not being very nice to 102. Anyway, later, English, Math and VB again. This time, VB was super duper hard. I didn't even understand how to do the coding. Some people are real geniuses. I envy them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, it's Friday! Wait, I mean TGIF! First, BIO... Human Reproductive System. It's not that boring but the teacher is so damn effing boring. History, boring too! Math, fun... But first, Mrs Chui told us that 102 felt that we were traumatizing them. What a word! Traumatizing... Second, we were making fun of them. Third, we were forcing them to make friends with us. All were honestly not true... We never traumatized them in any way. We never made fun of any one of them. We never forced anyone to be our friend. It's not like we don't have friends... They are the ones who have no friends. One guy there has 40+ friends on facebook. Then, during the break, we went up to class and some a super epic funny song on the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is Kevin. And I wank in a cuming factory. I have a bed, a Eunice and an abortion. One day, my husband came up to me and asked "Kevin, are you horny?" I said "No." Then shake your butt. Later, it was, squeeze your right nipple with your right hand, squeeze your left nipple with your left hand and shake your penis with your pelvis. SO DAMN SICK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, French was super funny. Since we had CCA Fair yesterday, some people had to leave class early. Then, JM didn't allow them to leave although in the morning, there was an annoucement saying that the teachers should excuse them. But, he allowed them to go and change into their costumes or uniform. And apparently, only the girls were involved. The guys were not really involved in CCA Fair. Anyway, when the girls asked for permission...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: Eh, toilet meeting or what? Are you going to the toilet to undress and show each other your boobs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was so freaking sick. The sickest I've ever heard from a teacher... But it was really funny too anyway. CCA later was not fun. We had to go Clementi Sports Hall. The girls were having a friendly match against Chong Boon Secondary. Anyway, for us, first, training... Then, we played. Jens and I vs Dillon and Soh Jie. We won man! I think I should be playing doubles... Apparently, some Clementi school was there too and coach knew their coach. So, we played two games against them. First, Bryan vs their best. Their best player was seriously a gay. The way he played, his hair and his voice... They truly belong to a gay. Bryan thrashed him anyway. For the second set, coach switched Bryan and Yuan Han. Yuan Han vs that guy... We won again. Then, I played... Out of all people, me! I really didn't wanna play! Anyway, first set, I was playing like crap... Seriously, I was walking. But in the second set, I was atleast fighting. Third set, I was trying to sustain the 1-2 point difference but he won. Nvm, friendly match only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY! The best day of the week... We had MO in the morning. Super DUPER EPICLY FREAKING FUNNY! I reached late and had to sit with a year 1. Then, another year 1 came... He was autistic. He is seriously very funny. When the teacher asked the class as a whole for the solution to a question, he took the marker and went to the board and wrote his solution. Then, he finished his work super quickly and he was walking around the class while biting his shirt. I forgot to say... He was wearing a kungfu panda shirt and shorts. The whole class laughed when he came in. Anyway, while he was walking around, biting his shirt, Chang followed him. I was laughing till I really cried. Then later, Chang went up to him and said "PEACE". He was asking "What is peace?" Then, later... I went up to him and said peace too... Then, scissors paper STONE! Then, I followed him too and he turned around and asked me why was I following him. I said I was going to Chang's place. But I kept following him... It was really the best MO class ever! Anyway, when I reached home... PLEASANT SURPRISE! Uncle Sanju and Aunt Amulya... We went out for lunch. We were almost heading for Pizza Hut but they said they could get pizza in India too. So, we went to Kopitiam... I got a BBQ Pork Set. Trust me, from my plate, both Aunt Amulya and Uncle Sanju were eating more  than I was. First, Aunt Amulya took a piece of meat, then Uncle Sanju and then Aunt Amulya... They were taking turns. Aunt Amulya was like... "I'm waiting for you to take a piece so that I won't feel that guilty taking another piece." But it's okay, uncle and aunt. I forgive you... My mum told them to take more meat from me. MY MEAT!!! Uncle Sanju claimed that I have no meat to take cos I'm skin + bones. Anyway, later, we went shopping with them and for them. And, HOME SWEET HOME! Okay, I feel a lot better now after blogging about *you know what*!&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/7883331564813623883-7012721426026983580?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7012721426026983580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=7012721426026983580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7012721426026983580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7012721426026983580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi-my-name-is-kevin.html' title='Hi, my name is KEVIN...'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-8130158423824066634</id><published>2010-01-11T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:49:54.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to old ways...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friday was epicly fun... Actually, everyday seems fun. Friday, we had BIO... Everyone got excited cos it's human reproductive system. The teacher seems really average lah. Not fun and not boring either... She asked us to introduce ourselves. Tell everyone your hobbies/interests, dream/ambition and sports we play... Jerome FTW! He went... I like gardening. I play netball and I want to become a fireman. Humanities teacher is still the same... MRS LIM! Not that I have anything to complain cos she is quite good. CCA is fun! On Friday, Leon and Yuan Han were playing Bryan and Chong? (the Vietnam dude) Then, Bryan's side went offensive. They kept smashing but couldn't break Leon's defence. Leon went: "YOU CANNOT KILL ME! YOU CANNOT KILL ME!" So, they attacked Yuan Han. Leon was like... "YOU CAN KILL HIM!" Finally, Leon himself got killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, nothing much also... CCA was a joke again. Jens was the stupid umpire and he didn't even know the score. We played "tournament" today. It didn't even finish. But I played against Brandon and won! So easy... Played Yuan Han and died. Whoops! Leon is actually behaving like a vice-captain these days... He was like giving me advice while I was playing. Surprising leh... Juniors are getting less fun to bully now. They are so not fun!&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/7883331564813623883-8130158423824066634?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8130158423824066634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=8130158423824066634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8130158423824066634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8130158423824066634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-old-ways.html' title='Back to old ways...'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-3539692976055763437</id><published>2010-01-07T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:55:01.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME BACK TO SCHOOL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;YO! School's started... Sorry, 4 days have passed already. Anyway, our mentor is still Mrs Chui;D but our English teacher is still Ms Chan): too! I have a sad life... On Monday, I brought a junior to school. What a senior I am! Then, when I first saw my classmates again, Andy definitely changed a lot, only his face lah. The rest were really different too. Like, Chang Joon... He seemed taller. Then, Andy brought me to our classroom. So cool, you know! The classroom had a balcony. Just that, no aircon... 204 got the aircon classroom. But their classroom is damn small and smelly cos it's new. Ours is like an aircon classroom. It's open from the two sides and the back. And I have a wall fan blowing at me. It's supposed to be the teacher's fan actually. Okay anyway... We went to disturb our juniors during the break. Most of them are pretty outspoken. Some are simply zero at it... Hmm, then we kept applauding when each person stood up to introduce himself or herself. So epic funny... The student leaders catered lunch for us. Anyway, later was house meeting. Super boring! It was damn squeezy too... Then, Mrs Chui and Ms Koh nominated Gerald for division rep. But he failed. Jun Yi and Wendelyn got it. O.O!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was boring again... We had boring house stuff, mentor group activities (which was nothing) and level activities. Level activities were epicly lame. Know why? Ms Chan planned it... Oh wait, the morning wasn't really boring. We had house games. It was kinda fun and funny. Straw soccer... We had to blow the ping pong ball into the goal. I didn't take part though. Yan Hao was releasing his saliva and Marcus kept complaining. Like the floor in front of them was all shiny and wet. And the ball was filled with saliva too so Marcus said... You lose HP if the ball touches you. Then, the other stations were mostly lame and stuff we've done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday... EPIC! It was not fun till evening. Chang, Jerome, Benji and I went to 102 again. We kept disturbing them till some decided to shoot rubber bands at us. Then I gave them a chance. I vowed not to move a milimetre. They still missed! Anyway, later... We had the bombing thing. It was pretty fun but my voice was gone for a few minutes. Oh yeah! There's a Rosyth guy in 102! Cool, right? Later, we went to the hall and we pretended to be 102 people. Super lame but funny... Later, we returned and played TOD. Chang gave 102's OGL the hint that he likes her O.o and I was made to "like" the new girl in our class. I'm never gonna do a dare on her anymore. There was lightning warning before campfire. Then, Chang was hoping that campfire would be cancelled cos Ethel wasn't there and Ethel couldn't enjoy the campfire. So much for ETHEL! Does he like Ethel or Emma? Campfire was boring... TILL Chang and I went to Nobel! It was really very fun. Most of our class guys were there. Guess why Gerald appeared... I think it's TR. Later, Nobel did some hakka thingy and we just followed and anticipated the next moves and we did it! Chang was made to say hi to some unknown Fibonacci girl. During mass dance, Chang went around looking for 102's OGL. That didn't work... We couldn't find her. So funny... And while searching for her, we found Emma. DAMN FUNNY! Emma smiled at Chang Joon but too bad, he didn't see it. After mass dance, we grabbed as much food as our hands could take and left. I counted 7  buns, 2 mamees and 2 lemon barleys... Yeah, I have big hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today! We had our first lesson in the class. The honour belongs to Mrs Oon, our new Physics teacher. After that, Ms Chan): and Mrs Chui(:! Okay, class dismissed!&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/7883331564813623883-3539692976055763437?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/3539692976055763437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=3539692976055763437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3539692976055763437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3539692976055763437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-back-to-school.html' title='WELCOME BACK TO SCHOOL!!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-8147287405382914324</id><published>2010-01-03T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:39:29.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO SINGAPORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah man! Finally, I'm back... Guess what? I'm back! You know something? I'm back! On Friday, we had the second party for Uncle Sanju and Aunt Amulya. We reached there really late. But of course, in time to meet everyone before we returned to Singapore. On the way back, Uncle Johnny was driving again. It was seriously damn damn funny. Indian drivers are known to sound the horn atleast once every 30 seconds. Usually, they honk before overtaking another vehicle. Then yesterday, U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ncle Johnny was going real fast but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; a vehicle behind us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; kept honking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. So, Uncle Johnny decided to give way. Even after that Chevrolet overtook us, the driver didn't stop honking. Then on its license plate, we saw: "KERALA STATE". It was a state vehicle. Then Uncle Johnny was like... Wow, state car! But it won't stop sounding the horn? So, he tailed the car, switched on the high beam lights and whenever the car in front honked, he would honk with the same rhythm. Then, he would complain: "Look, there's no car in front for him to keep honking!" When we finally reached a junction where we would separate, Uncle Johnny spammed the horn and said "BYE BYE!" That was seriously the funniest ride I've ever had!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, yesterday, it was my last day in India (for now) but the first day that I woke up myself before 6am. Hmm, anyway, we made it to the airport on time, probably before schedule. We were queuing up at the check-in counters. Then, Uncle Deepu, Aunt Sang, Uncle Deepu's mother, Matthew, Joshua and Tony appeared. Everything was going fine for us till then. I asked Joshua how fast bullet trains are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Buyet trains are veyi speed!&lt;br /&gt;Julian: It's not speed. It's fast...&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: But speed is faster than fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENIUS! He just added another meaning for the word speed. Anyway, they were on the same flight as us. Then, there were the baggage check-in issues. We were taking some bags for them cos they probably were going to exceed the limit. Next, the immigration forms... There were 10 of us, none of us had filled in anything. When we reached the immigration counters, it was horribly crowded. But thankfully, we were the last for that flight so the airline people requested that we jump the queues. After that, the security checks... That was the worst queue I've seen. But the airline ground staff came to our rescue again. Then, we hurried to the boarding gates. Ah, finally!  The Singapore flight in the evening was delayed. It was raining too. But we reached Singapore safe and sound! It's good to be home;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-8147287405382914324?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8147287405382914324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=8147287405382914324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8147287405382914324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8147287405382914324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-to-singapore.html' title='WELCOME TO SINGAPORE!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-7721464276551942544</id><published>2010-01-01T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:04:04.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yeah man...&lt;/span&gt; It's finally 2010. HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS!! I'm so damn tired. We had a train journey that began at 4am and ended at 6.30pm. And on 29th, our train ride began at 8.45pm and we got off at 11+ the next morning. The first train ride was boring but the train was nice! There were berths (beds). We reached Mangalore. The hotel there is honestly not that good. But it was reasonable for a hotel. No aircon though... Okay, fast forward to the wedding dinner. Food was good. Dogs were present. Then, somebody asked Uncle Sanju to sing... He couldn't prepare. It was a big surprise. But I felt that was damn mean... And, there was this grand march! Every couple had to march. So lame! Then, there was the throw the bouquet thing. Somebody named Jeanne  (not my sis) caught it. Okay, then, party over lah. Nothing much also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, train ride back! Very very fun... No berths, it was plane style. First, I slept for 4 hours. Then, breakfast! Pretty good food in the train lah. Not free but there's a really good variety. Apart from main course, there's coffee, tea, ice cream, juice, chocolates. Then, those people going around will go like: "Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee!", but with an Indian accent. Then, for juice, they will go: "Juice, juicay, juicay, juice, juice!" It sounds like juicey juice. For chocolate: "Choclat, choclatay, choclat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Joshua was entertaining me. Rhea was whacking me. Matthew was climbing all over me. Joshua was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: What is inside your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Johnny: My teeth&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: But what are you eating?&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Johnny: I'm eating one of my tooth.&lt;br /&gt;(Joshua walks off for a min, returns and finds Uncle Johnny eating something.)&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: STOP EATING YOUR TOOTH!&lt;br /&gt;(I was eating some chips)&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: (to me) YOU TOO! STOP EATING YOUR TOOTH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: The Singapore Airyines (Airlines) is the fastest plane in the world. But buyet (bullet) tyains (trains) are even faster. But I am faster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly couldn't stop laughing. Okay, I gotta go already... Have a great new year!&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/7883331564813623883-7721464276551942544?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7721464276551942544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=7721464276551942544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7721464276551942544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7721464276551942544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-8894304676840513001</id><published>2009-12-29T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:17:15.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOMENESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Ahh, we went for the houseboat thing... It was seriously beautiful. I'll post pics when I get back. Sorry, very lazy... It's not that easy to get internet on my laptop too. It rained in the houseboat. Just at the wrong time!! We have been waiting for the rain here and it had to pour when we were in the boat. The boat was very luxurious. It had a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and stuff... Almost a hotel! The upstairs is the best. You can enjoy the scenery and the breeze. Lunch was cooked for us by the chef in the boat. The boat was on its second journey since it was made. We felt damn honoured to be the second guests in it. But being a new boat, it gave us problems too. Like, during the rain, there's supposed to be this thing that rolls down to shield us from the rain but there wasn't. The driver suffered most... He was driving under the rain throughout. Poor guy... Okay, to be honest, their service was outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, enough of my boat experience... Hmm, today! I slept a lot... Then, other than that, just Christmas visiting lah. Nothing much. Okay, I'm really sleepy now... Going to shower and rest now!&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/7883331564813623883-8894304676840513001?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8894304676840513001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=8894304676840513001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8894304676840513001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8894304676840513001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/12/awesomeness.html' title='AWESOMENESS'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-484080803461467423</id><published>2009-12-27T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T10:34:58.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something is seriously wrong with me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is yesterday's post... I couldn't post it, so yeah. There you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, yes... My nose bled today in the bathroom. Thankfully, it wasn't really that bad. Last night, we slept over at my maternal grandparents' place. It was really warm and I picked up some huge mosquito bites. In the morning, we returned here and went out to see Aunt Suja's father. It was an unforgettable drive. I survived it! Uncle Johnny drives really fast, considering the road has only one lane (if you wanna overtake, you face the danger of crashing into cars coming from the other side). It was really dangerous and scary. We had lunch at the hotel where Uncle Johnny and Aunt Suja were married. NICE FOOD... Gosh, I am so tired! We're going boating tomorrow. Need to wake up at 5+ cos have to go to church first... Uncle Johnny has declared that he won't wake up for church. Haha, I think I won't either. Earlier, Uncle Sanju came by with clothes for each of us. I got a shirt... It fits me almost perfectly. Oh yeah, this morning, we went to see an old palace. It was seriously crowded. But somehow a car managed to enter palace compounds to drop people. How to leave? Just ram into people! What kind of people? Little toddlers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now... Today, we're going off in the cool boat thing. Shit... It's getting cancelled!&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/7883331564813623883-484080803461467423?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/484080803461467423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=484080803461467423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/484080803461467423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/484080803461467423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/12/something-is-seriously-wrong-with-me.html' title='something is seriously wrong with me!!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-1857025238202283473</id><published>2009-12-24T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T19:34:36.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanted to go to the bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, my dad woke me up damn early... Wait, yesterday! I slept for like 7 hours from like 1+... And I could've slept for several hours longer. But my sis... She came and squeezed in my bed. My mum somehow was in my bed too. And my bed wasn't the queen size one. It was a single bed. With my fever, I started perspiring really terribly. Damn my sis... This morning, my dad woke me up damn early to bring us kids to the beach. It would have been an awesome experience... But haha, I wanted to sleep. So, bye bye to the beach. The beach is super near... 2 mins walk from here! Anyway, we went to my maternal grandparents place in the morning. My grandmother's birthday today... Happy birthday Grandma!!! You are the best! Their house should have been a mansion but it was halved by court's order. But now, there's another house being built in the same compound in front and their backyard could fit another house of the same size. SIAN! I'm perspiring almost every second. Is it just my fever or is it the surroundings? Everyone around here seems to be saying that it's really warm here. LOL, my 5-year-old cousin can use the com leh... I was surprised. She can switch on everything and play games and listen to songs too. Pro... Okay, I think I better end this post. I'm really afraid someone will see the title&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/7883331564813623883-1857025238202283473?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1857025238202283473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=1857025238202283473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/1857025238202283473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/1857025238202283473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wanted-to-go-to-bitch.html' title='I wanted to go to the bitch!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-5795972114408997019</id><published>2009-12-24T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:49:42.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SICK! But which way?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahh, it feels good... Just had a bath! I had a terrible headache yesterday before leaving for the airport. On the flight, it became worse. We went to Malaysia first and took a flight from there. We stayed in Marry Brown for like 4 hours. Can't sleep at all sia! The first flight was okay. The one from Malaysia was seriously terrible. It was 4 hours+ and my runny nose got really bad. I was trying to sleep and when I finally slept, the flight was in turbulence or something and the steward dude came by and woke me up to put on my seat belt. So annoying man! And guess what? My seatbelt was on... He didn't see it. And that joker didn't say sorry. He said thank you... Reached India and when that dude took people's temperature, he was probably not bothering about each person's temperature. When we finally reached here, embraced everyone and people said I was very warm. I'm even perspiring now! Okay, gotta go now... Bed time!&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/7883331564813623883-5795972114408997019?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5795972114408997019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=5795972114408997019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5795972114408997019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5795972114408997019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-sick-but-which-way.html' title='I AM SICK! But which way?'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-1311116526609370035</id><published>2009-12-22T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:42:03.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benjamin loves Yun Sil!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was chatting with Benjamin just now... He asked whether Yun Sil's birthday is today. I said yes. Then, he was suddenly talking about Korea being different from Singapore. So, he wants to "show some respect" and he even went on to check what time it is in Seoul. Then, he said YS might be in some other part of Korea so the time is different. I was like who cares? It's still today! And then, he went... but she may have been born at 0015! So much trouble just to wish YS a happy birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I can't copy the conversation... Problems with BLOGGER as usual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, since we're on the topic of Benjamin and YS, let's talk about the similar incident. Starring: Gerald and Tan Rong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Last week, we wanted to go and watch Avatar in 3D. Jerome planned the whole thing... He wanted to ask Gerald whether Gerald could go on 16th but he typoed... It was supposed to be 18th. But Gerald said no... He had drums and Jap. Then, he asked whether Gerald could go on 18th. It was the same response. Drums and Jap on 16th and 18th... Tan Rong asked Gerald why he couldn't go. But suddenly, Gerald could go! His drums and jap teacher cancelled classes... And TR, who had a dental appointment, could only join us at 4. But at the last minute, her dental appointment was cancelled too so she could come earlier. Scandalz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-1311116526609370035?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1311116526609370035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=1311116526609370035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/1311116526609370035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/1311116526609370035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/12/benjamin-loves-yun-sil.html' title='Benjamin loves Yun Sil!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-7454192091667762427</id><published>2009-12-21T09:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:17:39.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sigh sigh... I haven't started packing! Wait, maybe a bit. But yeah, haven't exactly done much... Over the weekend, we did seriously a lot of shopping, spent several hundreds of bucks and now, I'm wondering how we're gonna bring so much stuff over. WE CAN DO IT! Yesterday, we went to Uncle Geo's house. His kids are damn cute, especially the younger one. He kept pulling my socks! That proves that my socks aren't smelly! I'm gonna ask Brandon to read this... Read his blog and see what crap he said! Oh yeah, a great achievement.... I think I'm getting bored of Xbox. Seriously! It's pretty lame to me now. There's one dude in some team called JORGE LOPEZ. And his stupid name is pronounced as "You're gay, Lopez!" What an insult...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-7454192091667762427?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7454192091667762427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=7454192091667762427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7454192091667762427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7454192091667762427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/12/sigh-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-4724582212200189132</id><published>2009-12-20T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T13:45:51.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingle Balls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahh, shit... We went shopping yesterday and my legs are aching terribly. To be honest, I've never seen the new malls along Orchard Road till yesterday. Okay, they are really brilliant on the outside. We didn't go in though. It was mostly Centrepoint... Oh yeah, I never knew bras were so expensive. They were like 2 for $50+? Thankfully, I'm a boy! And my sis ah... She has been splurging my parents' money if she wears bras. I should get more money, right? Oh, then got this funny thing just opposite 313 at the junction. I don't really know how to explain but there was this guy dressed as Santa (some others were with him too) and got this naughty or nice thing there. And then, I went on to think further. Santa's a sick dude! He knows whether you're naughty or nice. He sees you when you're sleeping and he's cuming to town soon!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, in church, the priest was damn funny and lame. He was talking about patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"At the red light... Not RED LIGHT DISTRICT! The red light outside the church... I know when I say red light, some of you might think of red light district and Geylang."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No one around giggled when he said red light so what made him think we're perverted? Sigh, he polluted my mind!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-4724582212200189132?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4724582212200189132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=4724582212200189132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/4724582212200189132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/4724582212200189132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/12/jingle-balls.html' title='Jingle Balls'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-3411872672133061684</id><published>2009-12-18T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:47:41.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love headaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yay, watched Avatar in 3D today... Avatar was good, the 3D wasn't that good. I keep getting headaches when I wear that heavy pair of 3D glasses and that movie was 3 hours long! TR is a bit hateful... She was invited to go out with us and when she found out that it was Avatar, she changed the whole plan simply because she was going to watch Avatar another time. We still watched Avatar though. But annoying leh... The other time, we had class outing. She organised the whole thing and without asking for opinions, she said we're watching 2012. And, even though I watched it before, she was expecting me to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ahh, anyway... Jerome and I went there together. We had some British takeaway thing for lunch. We met Gerald, Hui Min and Eunice at GV. Oh yeah! I haven't... Okay, nothing! Eunice's hair looks really funny. Okay, maybe cos we're not used to seeing it. Anyway, my right hand was pretty oily and cheesy with the British takeaway. But we still went to Mac's and bought a drink. And I was like dying to wash my hands. Hand sanitizer! Just the thing I didn't need... Jerome even gave me a packet of coffee powder mix! Thanks man... And then, those stupid girls were either calling or spamming messages that they will sell our tickets. It was like... "If you don't reply in 5 mins, we will sell your tickets." We didn't even tell them we were not watching. How to reply with a filthy hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then later, the girls disappeared... And they took damn long to reply. So annoying! Anyway, we went in for the movie and it seriously sucked to have a first-row seat and with the 3D specs, it sucked even more. Sitting next to Jerome in a movie is amusing... He likes to stretch a lot. After the movie, so sian... We took some pics and spent a lot of time wondering where to eat. Later, Eunice, Hui Min and Gerald left... At one point, two women came by and asked us where the ladies was. Jerome damn smart... He pointed at TR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-3411872672133061684?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/3411872672133061684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=3411872672133061684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3411872672133061684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3411872672133061684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-headaches.html' title='I love headaches'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-7161225615611182549</id><published>2009-12-16T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:58:02.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank stares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, I went to my aunt and grandaunt's place. My grandaunt lives on the 10th floor and my aunt lives exactly 5 units below her. So I went to the 10th floor to collect stuff and have lunch too, thinking my aunt would be there. Instead, my aunt's sister was there and she was wondering how I lost a lot of weight since birth. But just as I finished my lunch, my aunt appeared at the door, complaining that she had been waiting for me for some time. OOPS! Anyway, my aunt had her lunch and I had a slice of log cake. Okay, honestly, not so yum... We went down later, got a lot of my cousins' old clothes and went back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning, I went to sleep. This afternoon, I woke up... Gosh, it's the first time I woke up so late! And then, I realised that Ram was supposed to come here. Okay, luckily he forgot. In the evening, we had penitential service in church. It's like confessing our sins personally to a priest and the priest, representing God, forgives us. My confession was probably the most beautiful I had... The priest said something was really wrong and I was too young for me to understand what it exactly is. But uh... Okay, nvm, the rest is personal. End of post... I need a bit of time with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-7161225615611182549?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7161225615611182549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=7161225615611182549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7161225615611182549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7161225615611182549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/12/blank-stares.html' title='Blank stares'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-684058859469058172</id><published>2009-12-14T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:41:39.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandon's hotter than you can imagine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whee... This morning, I woke up with a really terrible cold. And uh, I wasn't expecting myself to go out. Then, Brandon asked me whether I wanna go out. Totally unexpected but it happened! We went Vivo and watched Storm Warriors. The movie was really interesting but the last part... Nvm, no spoilers. Then, we went somewhere outside and Jerome and Brandon were playing You Gee Oh... There was some card called Oppression which kept crippling Brandon's play. So, it was the oppression that caused the compression of the suppression of the depression of Brandon that caused pression. Lol, I invented the word pression... It's a synonym of press. Anyway, we went to the water place up there and had a lot of fun. I was wearing jeans and shoes - big regret... Nothing much to regret except that one of my socks fell in the water. I bet someone kicked it in. The water wasn't very comfortable. Oh yeah, we saw something that we shouldn't have seen. Nothing! Okay, end of story... We went home later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-684058859469058172?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/684058859469058172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=684058859469058172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/684058859469058172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/684058859469058172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/12/brandons-hotter-than-you-can-imagine.html' title='Brandon&apos;s hotter than you can imagine...'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-7654482642639165360</id><published>2009-12-12T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:30:28.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.o it's someone's birthday today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GERALD! Haha, you're finally a teen... Best wishes, dude! And, sorry for not being able to go to your house today. I really wish I could but I'm sorry. Okay, I'm not revealing anything about his present. We'll pass it to you when school reopens. Okay? I'll take your silence as a yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, on Wednesday, someone was stuck in the lift! And me saved the day... Yup, I called the number and they came! And of course, I'm too humble to claim reward. SIAN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so boring. But I really didn't play XBOX. I'm so proud of myself. But I didn't practise electone either. I'm so ashamed of myself. Okay, I want to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-7654482642639165360?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7654482642639165360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=7654482642639165360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7654482642639165360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7654482642639165360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/12/oo-its-someones-birthday-today.html' title='O.o it&apos;s someone&apos;s birthday today?'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-3424339050983062890</id><published>2009-12-10T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:59:02.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm having PMS so don't piss me off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Argh, that stupid Sudesna wants more interesting titles... Anyway, WHEE! Tuesday, I managed to get Jerome and Brandon to go out. We went Vivo and bought tickets, had lunch at Superdog. It was nice... Then, we watched A Christmas Carol in 3D. That was terrible... Like, uh, the movie wasn't really that nice and the 3D glasses was pretty heavy on my nose and I was feeling giddy. Jerome seemed pretty bored too... He kept stretching and touching Brandon's and my chest. Anyway, Brandon left after the movie. Jerome and I went to Bukit Gombak and ate at Mac's with Chang cos he didn't come. We were supposed to have gone up to his house but I had to go... Sorry guys! Maybe next week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, I've changed blogskin btw... Nvm, it's pretty obvious. I'll do up the links tomorrow. There's so many things to do tomorrow. First, I'll need to sweep up the house AGAIN! And then, I think I have to mop too. But I doubt I'll do that... Then, I have to practise the electone. And then, uh I think nothing else important. But electone is damn important... My teacher knows really well that I'm slacking a lot. The latest songs that we have look really easy for the rest of the class but for me, it's so damn hard. I need to push myself a bit... And yeah, I'm gonna challenge myself not to play XBOX tomorrow. I'm betting $20 bucks that I'll fail...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-3424339050983062890?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/3424339050983062890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=3424339050983062890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3424339050983062890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3424339050983062890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-having-pms-so-dont-piss-me-off.html' title='I&apos;m having PMS so don&apos;t piss me off...'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-5253945537692815280</id><published>2009-12-07T15:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:34:33.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudesna is totally lame!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey... I'm changing blogskin. Which one is best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/75826"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/info/75826&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/83678"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/info/83678&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/47269"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/info/47269&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Voting closes this Friday, 3 am... Currently, everyone seems to love the first one. No comment on which one I like... It isn't obvious at all. Damn it lar! I'm so bored... I feel like putting up a notice outside my house which reads: "OPEN HOUSE! All are welcome..." Wonder what will happen when my parents get home! They will probably think that they are at the wrong house. Should I do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-5253945537692815280?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5253945537692815280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=5253945537692815280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5253945537692815280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5253945537692815280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/12/sudesna-is-totally-lame.html' title='Sudesna is totally lame!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-5268356468120507810</id><published>2009-12-06T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:42:08.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey! I'm really bored at home... Anyone wants to go out? Like watch movie or something?? Hmm, who is free? Ok, Tuesday, meet for lunch and go watch movie. Btw, it's open to everyone who reads my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Watching TV now... It's about 4 brothers getting revenge for someone who killed their foster mother. I have been watching a lot of movies on the TV a lot these days. This sucks! I have a lot of stuff I need to get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;New spectacles, new grip for racquet, new handphone (but I am too sure that I won't get it soon), new bag, new t-shirt, new pair of socks... I just went to get a haircut earlier and now, I honestly look quite bald. Maybe not that much, but still considered bald. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry, I'll be using desperate means to make this post longer. YAY! Omg, Man Utd just narrowed the gap between them and leaders, Chelsea. Man City rocks! Carlos Tevez scored the winner to beat Chelsea 2-1. Meanwhile, Man Utd scored 4 goals in their game. And then, Chelsea's Frank Lampard who has not missed a penalty for 3 years missed his penalty against Man City. Whee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yeah, did I say my home is completely ready for Christmas? The two trees, the crib and the holly are up. The big tree is like spammed with decorations... Seriously, spammed! And uh, most of it are my favourite - BALLS! Just kidding... Hmm, I think I'll stop this crap now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-5268356468120507810?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5268356468120507810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=5268356468120507810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5268356468120507810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5268356468120507810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/12/612.html' title='6/12'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-5187896334515266708</id><published>2009-12-02T20:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:18:48.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, I'm finally posting for real... Hmm, hi! Lol, okay, where should I start? Last Friday, uh, Happy Hari Raya Haji! Yeah, so... We went Fairmont hotel and messed up the room and went for a buffet dinner but I didn't eat as much as I was expecting to. Anyway, it was really really boring... Next day, went for electone and rushed to tournament only to get thrashed. Something is damn wrong with me! The first tournament that I went for was my best and I progressed to the fourth round but after that, I have been losing the rest. I won't admit that my opponents have been better than me. I could beat them... honestly! I'm just making too many fucking mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vulgarities... I'm using them too much. How to stop myself? I nearly used them at home once. Seriously, I wanna stop myself but how?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, later in the evening... I met Ram at Paya Lebar and we went Pasir Ris Phark (whoops, I mean Park. Thankfully, Ram knew the way or I would have been stranded in the middle of nowhere. But I had to direct him a little too. So, we would have been stranded without each other. Two heads are better than one and at the same time, too many cooks spoil the broth. Which one should I believe? We reached there and realised that we didn't bring food. We were looking for shops nearby but there were none. Anyway, since we were too lazy, I decided to give them 10 bucks instead of 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We dumped our bags in the tent and went looking for them. They were climbing this rope thingy. Lol, it was super fun but while climbing, I threw down my cap to Yu Gene but that idiot purposely didn't catch it. Then, there was this monkey game about my cap. I didn't bother... We went up another rope thingy but there was a slide. Super fun! We swinged (swang?) and then, there was the wheel of death. It was another fun thingy but I earned wounds. Stupid of me to hang on to it while it was spinning... I flew straight to the sand and I'm pretty sure I swallowed some sand. Anyway, we returned, had a drink and went cycling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cycling was awesome and seriously, damn fun. First, there was a race to area 4 and back. On the way, Rebecca and Amanda's tandem bicycle got... uh, angry and decided to not work. Forgive me for not lending a hand. I seriously needed the loo. Anyway, they and the other guys came back later. And we went to some flower place and this cute pony place. The ponies was really really cute but smelly. I really regret forgetting my camera. Anyway, we continued cycling... We went on to area 1 and returned. Yu Gene was in front of Ram and I but he wouldn't ride faster or give way. Then, Ram was really scared that Yu Gene would crash into him while he overtook. So he dared not... That was really funny. But then, fortunately for Ram... My mum gave birth to me so I existed in the world and apparently, at that scene too. I saved Ram! Poor Yu Gene... Anyway, we rode all the way to the end of area 1 and returned. My wrists were aching. Anyway, we returned, had dinner and I dragged Ram to cycle with me for a while longer. This time, it was really dangerous... Like, it wasn't very well-lit and it was pretty bumpy cos we were riding on the sand and some steep slopes. Later, we returned the bicycles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, we played captain's ball which turned somehow rugby and soccer. Who started it? Rebecca... She was the first to kick the ball so we decided that BOO, too bad... We're gonna bully you now. The guys thrashed the girls of course. Hmm, then, we went back and stoned and played catching. It was pretty lame. No one caught me... Sad life! We went to the playground and played this flying fox thingy which was seriously damn fun. I was going damn fast and I was being flung around like *I don't know what*... That thing should have given way with teens like us "over-using" it. Then, we all went in the wheel of death and suddenly, my slippers went missing. Ram and Weiying were behind it... Lol, I guess they make a good couple. Hmm, went back to the barbecue pit... Then, girls went! Yay!!! And that was like 1+... The guys stayed over, except Alvin and his bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were playing either PSP or real soccer that night (I mean morning). When the PSPs died, all we had was a stress ball... Ram wanted to play basketball at 3am. The guys were talking or playing there but I was sleeping! And I enjoyed a nice undisturbed sleep from 2.45 - 3.19am... And apparently, some people were teasing me about something which I really don't get. Forget it... Then, we went to play basketball with a stress ball at 4+ but the court was being used. So, we went to play soccer. That sucked... But it was pretty fun. I'm contradicting myself but yeah... We played basketball then. Again, it sucked but it was fun. Then, we went back and stoned. Nicholas woke up but Ram and Yu Ming went to sleep. But Nicholas and Yu Gene were either sleeping or complaining that it was really cold. The cold wind was like blowing for over an hour. We were pretty sticky too cos we didn't shower. The toilets were disgusting... Anyway, we watched the sun rise. Then, we went to the playground, came back and had Campbell soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Soon, it was time to pack up. The stuff were pretty heavy but they managed to enter the car. Then, went home lor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been rotting at home apart from badminton training on Monday. Training is fun lah... The only thing is that people are not coming. Brandon was ill on Monday. Sad... The year 3s kept talking about OBS. Then, Soh Jie was saying that he was staring at mosquitoes sucking his blood. Yuan Han laughed and said when he saw sandflies on his arm, he freaked out, screamed and punched his arm. LOL! Anyway, I played Jens and thrashed him... The other year 3s were amazed! Then, I played Luke but almost won. We did drills and push-ups, sit-ups and skipping. Later, I played Luke again and got owned! Blah... Nothing to say... Ok, this post is long enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-5187896334515266708?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5187896334515266708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=5187896334515266708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5187896334515266708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5187896334515266708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi-kids.html' title='hi kids!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-9091648270723545362</id><published>2009-11-26T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:26:20.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masturbation: A Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;DAMN! My com crashed without warning... an abrupt end to the porn videos that I was watching. My lust did not stop there though. I was famished... I searched nearly the entire kitchen for something to keep my stomach from growling. And finally, I found something... A banana! I had no idea how I had to insert it into myself. I peeled it and made a decision to eat it. It went into my mouth but I did not bite it. What was I doing?! I was sucking it. SHIT! I licked it like I never had ice cream in my whole life. When I was done licking, it was so damn soft! I shoved it right up my ass and began what I was waiting to do... And oh my gosh! That damned banana broke in two and one part of it was stuck in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-9091648270723545362?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/9091648270723545362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=9091648270723545362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/9091648270723545362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/9091648270723545362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/11/masturbation-celebration.html' title='Masturbation: A Celebration'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-6222038929588944121</id><published>2009-11-25T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:18:58.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everytime I look into your eyes, I fall in love again. I know that I've only known you for less than a tenth of my life, but I feel like I've known you since the dawn of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never tire of looking at your pictures, reading your letters that you've written to me. All of these things keep me so happy and feeling so blessed that I have truly found the one person that I want to spend eternity with. You are the only person on earth that has ever been able to calm me down when I get worked up. Talking to you makes my day great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have a crappy day at work, but at night when I get to talk and think of you, you lift my gloomy spirits. You never makes me feel like I can have a bad day, and that is so uplifting to me. Like I say so many times, you're my Angel, sent from Heaven above to be my one and only. Your touch can excite me. When we are together, I wonder if you're really there, or did I just had a sweet dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having this chance of dedication, I wish you'd find your truth happiness one day. Your name will always be kept in my dairy. Wherever I am in life, no matter what happen, it'll never change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-6222038929588944121?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/6222038929588944121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=6222038929588944121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/6222038929588944121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/6222038929588944121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-you.html' title='I love you'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-8732255933372982125</id><published>2009-11-23T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:08:15.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting married!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey guys! You are all cordially invited to my marriage this weekend... Come on down to my house! Oh yeah, my wife... It's gonna be the janitor who works on the first floor near the canteen! She's so hot, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-8732255933372982125?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8732255933372982125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=8732255933372982125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8732255933372982125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8732255933372982125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-getting-married.html' title='I&apos;m getting married!!!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-7371166084573445841</id><published>2009-11-21T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:48:10.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey kids... I'm posting for the sake of someone. So, yesterday... There was assembly from 7.50 - 9.20. My legs were aching badly. Then, after that, we had recess. Super boring lor! Then, at 10, we were supposed to have classroom cleaning. I brought like 2 rags and I didn't even take it out. When Ms Chan came in and asked us to finish the classroom cleaning by 11, 6 boys left the class and "went to look for a mop" in the canteen. So epic... Anyway, we returned and the rest of the class was already in action. So, we went up to 107 to return Masaki his jacket. Came down and did a bit to clean up the class... Later, we had post-camp reflection... And that bloody Ms Chan don't wanna accept some of my responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, class outing... We took 183 to Clementi MRT and took MRT to Boon Lay. On the MRT, from Clementi to Jurong... Gerald and I were teasing Jonathan (to make him effing SMILE)about being a toilet cleaner. And there was this basterd on the MRT... He heard everything we said. Then, he made a bloody fucking huge fuss about it, looked at our school badge, insulted our school, humiliated the two of us in that MRT train. Gerald kept silent... The girls were apologising for us and I stared at him. He didn't seem to stop. Then, he asked Jonathan if he felt insulted. Jonathan shook his head. Then, he kept going on... I told him softly but straight in the face... MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS! The shit kept coming out of his mouth. He was saying stuff like: You're right, I should mind my own business. (He tapped Jonathan and said) You take care, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody douche... Later, watched the movie. I thought I'd sleep but Hiu Fung, his sis and Benjamin were asking me what would happen, who would die in the end and so on... Jerome fell asleep apparently. Andy was probably staring at the screen, thinking of Amelia. After the movie, we had lunch at Mac's. I was trying my best to confuse the dude with an Indian accent. LOL! And uh, went back to get neoprints for the sake of those girls but we were chased out cos of the uniform. Bloody hell... Wasted time! Anyway, returned home after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-7371166084573445841?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7371166084573445841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=7371166084573445841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7371166084573445841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7371166084573445841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/11/2111.html' title='21/11'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-1993711519829816259</id><published>2009-11-19T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:02:39.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUDE, DOUCHE, OUCH?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This shall be a random post... Last Monday, I was forced to wake up super early to pick up Aunt Beenu from airport. She didn't see me... Then, this AB is a pro at EZ Link card. First time, she tapped the card at the screeen part (where you see how much value is left in the card). The next time, she tapped at the wrong gate. Third time, she forgot to tap while alighting from a bus. Anyway, got the results... Wanna die! FUCK! Forget it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friday, my phone broke in two. And we were off to Malaysia without going back home. So tiring... In Malaysia, we mostly went visiting for AB's sake. Then, went to KL Tower... I haven't been there in about 3-4 years. We didn't go right up. I have no idea why... Then, Sunday, we returned. Monday, I went for tourney and then, to camp. Tourney was boring... Got shirts and pens for singles and doubles although doubles was on Tuesday. Tuesday, soccer mania! That rocked the entire camp, although the other stuff were boring. I saved my class! 10 seconds left, Jerome and I scored against 01. We played super well. Then, dry sotong was stupid... No fun at all! Wednesday was entirely about packing up... Came home and slept for 3 hours, after shitting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-1993711519829816259?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1993711519829816259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=1993711519829816259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/1993711519829816259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/1993711519829816259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/11/dude-douche-ouch.html' title='DUDE, DOUCHE, OUCH?'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-8253551161885150350</id><published>2009-11-06T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:13:38.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! Exams are over!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Sorry for not posting... I was gonna post last week but this bloody blogger got problems. I typed out a post and it just went off cos I clicked end or the arrow keys. DUMB! Anyway, last Monday... Nothing much except History. Teacher didn't come so we had Chua Bann. Then, we were supposed to do some essay outline. But Benji, Jerome, Chang and I were so engrossed with the shit under Benji's shoe that we didn't really do much. Then, Jonathan was like Benji's slave cos he was holding the container (made of paper) that held the shit. Then, we were talking about Jonathan taking modules like Toilet Cleaning, Cleaning Shit and for Benji, STEPPING ACCURATELY ON SHIT. And who would be their mentor? That naggy old janitor who cannot speak English!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, I finally handed in Da Vinci journal! Then, uh... crap, I can't remember much. Oh wait! FRENCH! The oral exam... It was really funny and weird cos we had to do it with a partner... So, it's 2 people and 2 teachers together at one time, one place. Then, I did with Joshua. Joshua was super super funny. Josh and I had to start a conversation and then, when we end it, the teachers will ask us questions based on our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tu as des freres ou des soeurs? (Do you have any brothers or sisters?).&lt;br /&gt;Josh: Oui, j'ai un frere. Il s'appelle Moneem. (Yes, I have a brother. His name is Moneem.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGWTF! Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Tu connais Michael Jackson? (You know Michael Jackson?)&lt;br /&gt;Josh: Non, je deteste Michael Jackson. (No, I hate Michael Jackson.)&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Wednesday and Thursday were Reading Days. Friday was MT exam so I slacked at home. So, yeah, the following Monday... Physics was effing hard. I really have nothing else to say. English was pretty easy except I think I didn't cover all the points in the summary. Then, we put Chang's EZ Link inside Emma's bag. Emma looked freaked out when Chang asked for it. Tuesday, Chem MCQ was pretty okay, open-ended killed me. History was quite easy, I finished with 10 seconds to spare. Wednesday, Math was so damn fucking hard. I really wanna cry. I couldn't finish WTF! Then, uh... yeah. Went to play frisbee and soccer... Hansel is really a tough-tackling dude at soccer man. I couldn't even score one cos of him! I did lah... But they said the goal was too early. FFFF! Then, went for lunch at Long John's at Clementi Central. Super funny. We created an awesome skyscraper. The cleaner was probably pissed. He cleaned it nicely though, didn't drop anything. Then, anyway... I prank-called some number which said: Speak good english! LOL!!! It was so funny. I said I was a foreign worker and I picked up some Indian accent while talking to that guy. He really thought I was signing up for the class. Anyway, French today was ultra easy. One of the questions had the answer! Like, I mean... The blank which was supposed to be blank had the answer on it.&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/7883331564813623883-8253551161885150350?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8253551161885150350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=8253551161885150350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8253551161885150350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8253551161885150350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg-exams-are-over.html' title='OMG! Exams are over!!!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-4727350030330389362</id><published>2009-10-25T09:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:52:53.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not bad, 2 months to X'mas!&lt;/span&gt; OKAY... Tuesday! Uh, we had lame PE. Skipping rope and chapteh and captain's ball which we thrashed them in. It was too fun to see the other side giving up. Later, Chem... I didn't bring file but luckily teacher didn't scold. I rock! Then, no French cos apparently, later I found out that the JM fell down twice and was limping and had to go for medical appointment which clashed with French. Then, Leon.com... It's an excellent pornsite. You should go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday... Chem file check cos I didn't bring file on Tuesday. Got full marks although I didn't do one tutorial and I think teacher saw that very clearly and probably, her mind wasn't working. UH... Year 1 camp is back but I don't wanna go. There's AMC and badminton tournament. Fastforward, Da Vinci... It was damn fun cos Ms Lim not around. Then, Mr V was damn nice as he usually was and is. Most of us were on Facebook, he didn't see. Our group did the first presentation. Then, Mr V forgot to take something (idk what). Then, we had extra 2 mins to set up. The mousehunt thing was there and the whole class saw. Then, I played "Everywhere I go" softly on it or the 101 people will hear. But loud enough, the whole class heard and saw. Sorry, I'm a bad example. Our presentation was lame. But funny and nice. Okay, nvm... Shao Wei saw something he wasn't supposed to see. I'll probably post it here. Must remind me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Math file check cos I didn't bring file on Wednesday. I can't really remember much. French, teacher was back, limping in action. OMG, french test is this coming week. I'm gonna die, you know? Ok, then... Forgotten other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday... Physics as usual. I was using laptop in the drawer. So fun... Anyway, later English, we did the summary writing again. I hate summary writing! So retarded! Then, the History essay workshop. I regretted going. So boring. Aircon not cold at all, teacher too soft, people around me very distracting so I couldn't bother listening to teacher. Chang was using laptop. I didn't bother cos I left mine in the locker. Then, later went home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, omg... Supposed to be having catechism now! I shouldn't pon or they'll call my parents to ask why I didn't go. Late better than never...&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/7883331564813623883-4727350030330389362?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4727350030330389362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=4727350030330389362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/4727350030330389362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/4727350030330389362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/10/2510.html' title='25/10'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-3770400596816469643</id><published>2009-10-19T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:39:59.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey dudes, haven't posted for 4 days. Sorry... Ok, talk about Thursday. Uh, English was lame, as usual. Math was *no comments*. Then, after that, yeah... I slacked. Then, I showed Mrs Chui Shao Wei's profile page. He said he felt sorry for his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid classmates&lt;/span&gt;. Elitist? Then, French was epic. French teacher was wearing a mask cos he had H1N1. Just kidding... I don't know what's wrong with him but yeah, he was ill. Then, after French, Eunice, Jerome and I went to Superdog @ Vivo. So epic lar... I bought 2 frozen chocolates and I didn't realise. But nvm, I sold one to Eunice. Then, later, Jerome dropped a fry on his shirt. He freaked out. It was damn funny. I laugh until my stomach pain like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, uh... Physics was screwed. We owned Andy epicly. Josh owned me a bit. Jerome and I kept throwing stuff at each other, as usual. Then, English later... We had the practice test for reading comprehension and summary writing. I finished quite early and Ms Chan told me that I didn't do the summary thing correctly. I didn't really bother changing. Later, CCA.... I partnered Leon and played against Yuan Han and Soh Jie. We beat them in 2 sets but then, they didn't wanna stop playing cos the coach will pull them out to train with him. So we played a third set and beat them too. Eventually, we had go to the coach. Walau, the coach is like damn fast with the shuttles. So tiring man! Then, later, I escaped abit. Then, Leon, Jun Hyeok, some year 2 guy and I were playing doubles. Jun Hyeok and I vs the other 2. Jun Hyeok got owned! Got one time, I accidentally gave Leon a very pro chance to smash. He smashed straight at Jun Hyeok's weenie. Then, another time, we lost the point and I was passing the shuttle to the other side. It hit Jun Hyeok's face. After the match,  Leon was trying out his gay shots. Hit Jun Hyeok's face twice... Jun Hyeok chased Leon around for a while but Leon was too fast. He gave up. Then, Hyeok vs Rachel... He lost 21-10. After that, I vs Rachel... I won 21-18. I rock man! During one rally, I was running diagonally towards the front and nearly fell over 4 girls. Almost... Close shave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Leon, Hyeok and I were eating. I treated 2 of them to a drink. Leon treated two of us to noodles. Then, William Jiang and Jerome came by. Then, we were asking William to get a piece of pizza from the NCC table for us. But failed... He wouldn't get us one. He so fat also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and Sunday, I went Aunt Reena's house to pass something from my parents. On the way, I saw this young lady twirling her hair. I turned away and saw a young girl (about 5 years old) staring at the lady, trying to twirl her ultra-short ponytails. Then, Jude pissed me off again. I just left. I don't give a shit about him. I'm trying to kill him on cyberspace. K, bye&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/7883331564813623883-3770400596816469643?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/3770400596816469643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=3770400596816469643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3770400596816469643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3770400596816469643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/10/1910.html' title='19/10'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-3011051632667215537</id><published>2009-10-14T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:02:05.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benji: Regarding your mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, yesterday... We had PE in the track: Captain's Ball. Very retarded lor... Our team got all the pro people at first. Got height advantage also... That was until Yi Rong joined the other side and Shao Wei joined our team. We started losing. Chang became the other side's captain. No one could contest his height. Anyway, later was Chem practical test. I screwed badly. All was fine and well, till I burnt my finger after touching the hot test tube. Less than ten seconds later, I spilled limewater. Next, I dropped the test tube when Jerome turned on the tap fully. Later , French... My teacher didn't come cos he wasn't well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-3011051632667215537?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/3011051632667215537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=3011051632667215537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3011051632667215537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3011051632667215537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/10/benji-regarding-your-mother.html' title='Benji: Regarding your mother'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-5514787958974565934</id><published>2009-10-12T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:01:52.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/10/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey kids... I'm still posting even with the new epic-fail blog. And I'm talking about &lt;a href="http://thefengshuipalace.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thefengshuipalace.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. I think it's really damn epic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, serious blogging... Saturday, I went MO for the crazy tough test. I didn't expect to come out alive. Hmm, then music... After MO every Saturday, I keep taking my own sweet time to Kovan for music lesson. I went Subway last Saturday for some cookies. Shh... I might die if my parents find out. Not that I care also anyway. Then, my parents had to attend two weddings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunday, catechism and nothing much... Jude seriously pisses me off. So what if he's older? Is he my father or something? So bossy lar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, in the morning, Jason got that UEFA Cup ball confiscated by the security guard cos he damn smart, go kick straight at the carpark there... He got the ball back later. Then, mentoring... Mrs Chui gave out the SMO certs. I got gold for junior and participation for open, average: bronze... Lame! English was damn nice cos some people were seriously funny. Joshua, Zheng Huan, Hiu Fung and I were really getting on Ms Chan's nerves. Me, not that bad actually... Hiu Fung was seriously extreme. Maths, uh, nothing I remember. Then, History, we went com lab for research. Then, Jerome and I very free so we roamed around... Then, went bookshop to buy sweets. Jerome asked me if he should buy something. The aunty said yes. Then, Jerome said that one got no toy. So, he bought nerds cos got toy. He was crapping about the toy. WTH! Anyway, went back to class and Vanessa was disturbing us. She shut down my com! Therefore, dear friends, Ms Vanessa Ng Jing Hui Man Hon Kevin owes me $2598.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-5514787958974565934?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5514787958974565934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=5514787958974565934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5514787958974565934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5514787958974565934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/10/121009.html' title='12/10/09'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-8040717118157943768</id><published>2009-10-09T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:22:26.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>09/10/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ok, I'm trying to revive my blog (for the sake of _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Today, during MT free period, Chang and I were rushing our Physics assignment. It's like the class policy to do homework in school. Then, recess, we played soccer. It was so darn funny. Me and Josh vs Chang and Jerome. Josh and  I was leading 4-0 or something. Then, Jerome started his funny tricks. When he was dribbing, he put his chrysanthemum tea in front of the ball and dribbled to another side. Then, they began to get their goals. Then, got this time, Josh dribbled past Jerome. Jerome said: "Watch, he won't score." It was open goal. He was just outside the D when he shot. Needless to say, it went out... Then, once, I dribbled past Jerome and chipped in over Chang and scored. Second time I tried that, it bounced just in front of the goal and hit the crossbar. Physics, retarded.... Ms Lim release us so late. Cos of that bloody practical. Josh was uber funny as my partner. What do you get when you put a joker next to another? No work done. Then, we were supposed to take readings for how fast the ball took to travel 0.9m down a ramp. So I let go the ball, Josh time. Then, I always said "3,2,1, go" Then, this Josh ah... We laughed so much and it went like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 3,2, (laugh)&lt;br /&gt;Me: 3,2,1 (laugh)&lt;br /&gt;Me: 3, (laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were almost the last group to finish. Damn funny sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, English. Also damn fun... I almost got sent out. But Hiu Fung and Josh were sent out. Then, Zheng Huan was playing Combat Arms on his Mac at the back, near the window. Josh and Hiu Fung watched him play (during English). He got good tricks. While Ms Chan looked at him, he looked like he was hardworking. So epic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badminton, we went CSH again. Damn it. Then, played doubles... me and hyeok vs brandon and yu jie. Won in straight sets. me and yu jie vs brandon and hyeok... Won in 3 sets.21-18, 19-21, 25-23, so epic lar!&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/7883331564813623883-8040717118157943768?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8040717118157943768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=8040717118157943768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8040717118157943768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8040717118157943768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/10/091009.html' title='09/10/09'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-3662763669512039530</id><published>2009-10-08T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:18:30.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8/3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wah... I really don't know what to post, why to post, when to post, where to post, who to post about and how i should post... I'm posting for the sake of Vanessa who has been compelling me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll just post in random order. Last week, I did something stupid and bore the consequences. Fortunately, it ain't that bad now. Got visitors during the weekend, as in a lot of visitors. Like about 30+.... Then, I'm like playing XBOX everyday. Only one game though... I'm getting damn lazy. For Da Vinci, we did the bloody prototype last week. Then, didn't finish so we did on Monday. The Wednesday guy is so irritating. The Monday guy so much better. He even helped us although he was having class. Badminton on Friday was at Clementi Sports Hall cos the screwed school screwedly arranged chairs and tables in the hall for year 5 and 6 exams. They can do it in auditorium, right??? Damn it... CSH is really retarded. The structure is so screwed that it lets in a lot of wind. How to play? The coach brought his other students to play versus us. Retarded lar... Best of 2 games?! My singles game i lost first set, won the second. So, draw... The first set was so dumb. The wind was damn damn freaking gay annoying. The doubles game was hopeless. I don't know why the coach asked me to play doubles. He knows pretty well I'm a singles specialist. Then, at night, we went out for dinner at 11+ with Uncle Stanley and Uncle Savy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yeah, I can't forget Monday. Sunday night, I slept at like 2-3am. Then, during Maths on Monday, I was almost sleeping. Luckily, Mrs Chui has a loud voice. So I didn't sleep. Then, History... Yan Hao, Joshua and Hiu Fung are bloody asses. They go ask the teacher stupid questions. Then, she damn pissed and made the whole class write reflections. Then, after about&lt;br /&gt;⅔ of the lesson, I began dozing off to slumber and by 11.55am, I was fast asleep. Then, 5 more mins, lesson over... Paparazzi time! I don't know how many fuckers took photos of me sleeping. I forced some to delete. The rest, either I don't care or I'm going to kill them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-3662763669512039530?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/3662763669512039530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=3662763669512039530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3662763669512039530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3662763669512039530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/10/83.html' title='8/3'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-6555024551643797619</id><published>2009-09-28T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:22:01.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel a huge burden off my back. I'll tell you why soon... Gosh, I haven't posted for over a week. I'll just talk about what I remember. Monday, Hari Raya... Went to Eunice's house cos her birthday on Sunday. Retarded things happened. We messed up her room, played wii, went to park, played table soccer and I OWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, we had soccer for PE. Yong kiat was asked to get lost cos he was taking shots that, according to Mr Sun, was disturbing our PE lesson. He was actually disturbing in the first place actually. But he didn't care. He argued a bit and continued. Mr Sun didn't bother also. Later, we took penalties and Mr Sun asked Yong Kiat to be goalie. Retarded lar Mr Sun! He asked us to take penalties in a very stupid and unique way. I never believed that even little kids in Man Utd would do that. Talking about Man Utd, they rock! They beat Man City and Arsenal awesomely. That's why they're champs. Ben Foster, however, isn't. He's retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was Monday's timetable. I ponned training. Uh, nothing else I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I screwed up my French test. I had lots of trouble with the vocab and the compo. Walau eh... Supposed to have 1 hour of lesson, in the end, he started late, had the test and ended crazy late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was the Physics water rocket presentation day. No comments... CCA rocked my world. We had CIP. CIP rocked even more. Seriously!! CIP was supposed to be like this: we go to some elderly folk's home and clean the house. Anyway, I grouped myself with Yu Jie, Brandon and Jun Hyeok. But Luke regrouped... I was with Regina, Chanel and Chelsea. WTH! This old lady didn't allow us to clean. She rocks. Later, Amelia (year 2) and Leon joined my group. And we played cards. AWESOME CIP............ (Jun Hyeok mopped the bathroom when he wasn't asked to:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, went to MO and electone. Lunch at Grandma's restaurant in United Square with Uncle Deepu. Today, we had Math test. Screwed... I couldn't do 2nd and last question. that's about 10 marks out of my 30 marks. Dead already... HS, we got back test papers. I got 19½ upon 25. Chang got 20½, Gerald and Hiu Fung got 12½ (lucky lor), Yan Hao and TR got same as me. I stole a lot of peeks at Chang's paper. But only the first page cos I really didn't revise. Turned out... he got 5½ for first page, I got 6. :) ZZZZZZZZZZ, I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-6555024551643797619?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/6555024551643797619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=6555024551643797619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/6555024551643797619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/6555024551643797619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/09/2809.html' title='28/09'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-8039501674318182280</id><published>2009-09-19T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:32:49.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whee... Shucks, I don't know what to say and when to start. Nvm, I'll start from Tuesday. For PE, we're doing soccer and Mr Sun is probably the worst person to teach us soccer. Anyway, I felt so sleepy during PE that I decided to lie down on the field. Big mistake! I couldn't stop scratching my legs after that. Later, Chem and I was sleeping again for about 15 mins. Finally, French... I didn't sleep, fortunately. But I didn't bring my books. Teacher didn't find out. Heng ah! After that, captain's ball. We got owned by 101. I don't think anyone was to be blamed for the defeat except Gerald. He seemed like he was playing with small kids. Later, before we went home, I went to buy Sportade. Then, at the turnstile there.... I lazy to take out my card. So I asked Eunice to help me tap and unlock the turnstile. She tapped, I moved. Just before I could come out, the turnstile stopped. There was aboslutely no way I could get out. In simple words, trapped! Tried for a while, and I was released........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, got the salad making. Jerome and I screwed it totally. We put sugar and threw stuff around. Then, I found a small rock on the floor. I put it in. Judges, I wish you all the best! Hope you didn't die... Retarded sald making!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, nothing much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was extremely... uh, eventful! First, Physics water rocket. Our group was among the best groups. The markings were only done up to 60m. But the max for our class was 55m and we were the first to make that record. Other people just levelled that record. Then, one of our attempts, the rocket flew diagonal and the distance was 55m. If it went straight, we would have been champs. Nvm, it ain't no competition. Later, English... Joshua is so screwed man! We were having oral test. Then, outside the class were Jerome (with Ms Chan), Joshua (waiting for his turn), Shao Wei (Ms Chan's assistant... He faciilitates the oral) and I (just got the passage to practise myself). Then, while I was reading my passage, Joshua was staring at me and laughing damn loud. According to Jerome, Ms Chan could hear me reading also. And apparently, it was an extremely weird and funny accent that Joshua couldn't stop laughing and Ms Chan and Jerome were distracted. Then, Ms Chan paused Jerome and came to speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chan: Julian, what's with the weird accent?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What weird accent?&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chan: Your weird accent&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm just reading normally but Joshua just finds it funny. It isn't my fault.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chan nags a bit and walks back.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Julian, stop (something... I forgot what)&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chan: Julian, turn your chair around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau eh, if Joshua kept laughing, it isn't my fault. Then, when Ms Chan talking to me also, Jerome was laughing. Later, when my time was up, Joshua continued laughing. WTH! I really wasn't doing anything and he go laugh. Walau eh!!! Luckily, Ms Chan didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Jerome narrated this... Joshua's time was up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shao Wei: Joshua, time's up&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Wait, it's only 3 min, 59 sec.&lt;br /&gt;Shao Wei and Joshua argue a bit and then, Shao Wei snatches the paper from Joshua. Joshua and Shao Wei start arguing and snatching the paper from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up later for MO but who cares? I arrived early. Then, I had nothing for like 17 hours except a slice of bread. The reason? We had high tea at Swissotel Merchant Court. The reason for that? My sis' birthday yesterday. Oh btw, Kevin's cast is out and his arm is damn hairy. It's damn funny. One arm hairy, the other isn't. And he injured one of his feet. I forgot which one. Pity him lar...&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/7883331564813623883-8039501674318182280?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8039501674318182280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=8039501674318182280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8039501674318182280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8039501674318182280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/09/1909.html' title='19/09'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-4695206246360298509</id><published>2009-09-14T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:56:27.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saturday's Math Olympiad first... I woke up at 6am cos I forgot to change the alarm time. Anyway, I just turned off the alarm and went back to sleep. Next, I woke up at 8.15 cos Chang Joon sent me an SMS. After I replied, he replied. And then, I realised that I should have been on my way to Math Olympiad. Anyway, I arrived 30 mins late. Kevin, Yi Rong and Chang were staring at me. Anyway, got back the test. I got 33/50. Chang and Masaki got 34. WTF? Yep, that's about all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was damn damn pissed with some people. In the sense that, I seriously didn't feel like talking or seeing them ever again. I don't wanna talk about it. What's the opposite of elitist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Andy was being an idiot in the morning. We were smsing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy: Eh julian, is there school today?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, today's a holiday&lt;br /&gt;Andy: Seriously&lt;br /&gt;Me: Obviously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he called me and explained his stupidity. Cos his bus arrived late... So he thought got no school. LOL! Gerald has a new Man Utd ball. Then, soccer was like very funny. I put "show, don't tell" into practice. Jason was heavily insulted when I shot the ball straight at the top post and into the net. Sorry, shortie. It wasn't the first time. I chipped the ball over him twice before. Poor guy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-4695206246360298509?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4695206246360298509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=4695206246360298509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/4695206246360298509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/4695206246360298509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturdays-math-olympiad-first.html' title=''/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-7192046558108506048</id><published>2009-09-08T14:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:56:45.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>08/09</title><content type='html'>Crap, I forgot to post about Saturday. In the evening, we had guests. Most of them had the worst children. Two girls in particular were really bad. Even Matthew and Joshua (my cousins) are much more well-behaved although they are younger. Those two are primary school people and they can't sit still. Devils lar! So all those kids came and destroyed the house. And we were actually spending a lot of time to tidy up the house. They took my father's and mother's phone. If I left my phone in my room, it would have gone too. Mine was in my pocket. And some genius managed to change the language in my mum's phone to Bahasa Indonesia. And while everyone was around, I suddenly realised that the surroundings felt really cold. I had a fever. Who gave me the fever? Those devils... My parents didn't believe me. Then, one of the aunts touched my neck and confirmed it. Ahh... Talking about aunts. At dinner, I went to sit alone at the study table (which we decided to turn into a dining table for one night) cos I didn't wanna spread germs. But, one by one, every single aunt there came to my table. Just as I was leaving, they realised... "Poor Julian, surrounded by aunties!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we went to somebody's place for lunch. It was the heaviest meal I ever had. I found it really hard to get up. When I finally got up, Vinod said, "Wow, Julian has grown six inches in six months!" What a time to say that! He could have said that I put on 15kg in 15 mins. But anyway, he gave me a book. He rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to school for MO. Test was so-so. First part was easy, second part wasn't that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had badminton training in the morning. Coach, apparently, didn't come. So few people also... Then, the table tennis jerks took two of our courts for their 6 tables. Walau eh! They didn't use more than two courts at one time lor! Anyway, we played a game - CounterStrike. It's damn fun. Need atleast 4 people to play (must be even number). Then, equal number of people on either sides. Then, play badminton lor! But if the shuttle hits the ground on your side, your whole team has to do 5 push-ups. If you touch before it lands, you do 3, your team will be saved, you will be called HERO. If the shuttle hits you, good luck! Do 50 push-ups and you are eliminated. Then, my team was Dillon - Year 3 (or Dillen), the year 2 guy and me. The other side was Timothy - 4, Leon - 2 and Aihann - 4. Year 1,2,3 vs Year 2,4,4. Who should win? Obviously the other side... But we won! The funny part started when Leon served to me and sarcastically said, "Julian, show me your imbah smash." He asked for it. I smashed, bounced off the net and landed the other side. Leon was stunned. Then, he said the same thing a few times. I just lobbed or dropped. When he stopped it, got this time... I smashed, bounced off the net again, hit Leon. Stunned him again... Sorry, dude. He had to do 50. Then, left with Aihann and Timothy. Another of my smash reached Aihann. Timothy left. He surrendered. Later, Leon damn funny. He asked Mr Sun to buy him a drink if he hit the tubes that were placed on the line. He missed all 10 attempts. Later, Mr Sun demonstrated and Leon served to Mr Sun. After serving all the shuttles in his hand, Leon purposely took more shuttles from the box and served. Then he asked, "Mr Sun, why you smashing so many times? Cheating ah?" Joker sia! Later, Leon go take Mr Sun's handphone and announced that it was his new one. Mr Sun couldn't find his phone. There was lots to laugh about today, all thanks to Leon. This post is ultra long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-7192046558108506048?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7192046558108506048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=7192046558108506048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7192046558108506048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7192046558108506048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/09/0809.html' title='08/09'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-1719070741454113842</id><published>2009-09-06T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T19:35:10.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yay... I've posted 99 times and this is my 100th! Whee! I've got a lot of random stuff to talk about. Ok, let's talk about india trip. That Uncle Johnny (not the NUS High Johnny... This Uncle Johnny is a good guy) is really a joker. We were talking about roti pratas in Singapore being bad and Jalan Kayu being one of the few places that have good roti pratas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Julian: Uncle Johnny, you know Jalan Kayu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uncle Johnny: Of course, I know Jalan TAYU, BISHUN and all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He knows two places... Both of which are wrong! And that Rhea another joker...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uncle Johnny: Rhea must eat banana or else tomorrow morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rhea: Kaka pain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then, once, we were eating at this restaurant in India. When we finished, we didn't need to wash hands at the basin. They gave us a bowl of water with a piece of lime inside. To clean our hands, we just needed to squeeze the lime. It was as good as soap. So cool, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Other random stuff... Litlle Joshua got an injury on his forehead when he crashed somewhere. Then, some time later, when it was time to remove his stitches, he went to the doc. At first, they planned to remove one stitch cos they thought it would hurt him. But after removing one stitch... Joshua said to the doc, "Doctor, you removed one stitch? It didn't pain. You can remove the other one also." Imagine a 3-year-old saying that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Let's talk about the NUS High Joshua now... On Thursday, during English, we had to write a letter to a friend who had met with an accident, was in the hospital for two weeks and would be going to recuperate at home for another two weeks. Joshua asked Ms Chan, "Ms Chan, can we write that we learned in school that 90% of people who get involved in accidents will die?" LOL! Then, in English, I kept calling Ms Lim instead of Ms Chan. FAIL lar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-1719070741454113842?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1719070741454113842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=1719070741454113842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/1719070741454113842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/1719070741454113842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/09/100th-post.html' title='100th post'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-1147425778904965063</id><published>2009-08-31T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:27:26.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was teachers day celebration. In school, the celebration was pretty unengaging. Only that... The staff awards part was pretty amusing. Every teacher had to say a few words after receiving his/her award. It started when Mr Ku said that he wanted to thank his parents. The next teacher came on and said he wanted to thank Mr Ku's parents. The following teacher said she wanted to thank his grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were released quite early... about 10am. But later, we went canteen for the cake-cutting. Boring... Then, Wendelyn, Jun Jet, Jerome and I went back. Jerome was going Circle Line also. So, yeah... On the way, Jerome and I kept teasing JJ and Wendy till we got bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward... We reached AMK. First, went to buy the cake. But I looked at the directory, cannot see any Bengawan Solo. Asked people and found out that it was in some hypermarket there. Then later... At the library. Ram called, I picked up, hoping that the staff wouldn't see but I got caught. TYM was talking much louder, they didn't notice. Then, we went Mac's and had some good stuff. We really enjoyed ourselves. Eg, kicking fries into the pond, doing stupid dares, disturbing people. Oh yeah, the stupid dares. I had to pretend to be a car and go to the drive-thru. Damn epic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Wei captured  a lot of pics like me doing the dare and sitting beside Ronald McDonald, in a similar pose. Later, we went AMK Hub. And I uh... skidded off the drain, straight on the hard, rough pavement. Earned 3 wounds + 1 in the morning = 4. The wound in the morning was pathetic. I got it by scratching. Anyway, we watched "The Proposal". It's a good movie, extremely suitable for young kids aged 12 and below. Yeah, the day's over! Sadly... Happy Birthday Hong Wei! Ram and I got him a gift. Last-minute one...&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/7883331564813623883-1147425778904965063?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1147425778904965063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=1147425778904965063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/1147425778904965063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/1147425778904965063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-was-teachers-day-celebration.html' title=''/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-4647335372281175569</id><published>2009-08-25T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:28:30.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25/8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So sorry, everybody! I haven't posted for a very long time. I've been rather busy. And even now, I should be busy. I came back from India on Sunday. First we went to Bangalore and on 19/8, we flew to Trivandrum. We surprised everybody in Trivandrum. First, my paternal grandparents and next, my maternal grandparents. Everyone was like stunned. I got this aunt who lives in Singapore but is in India now. Her mother lives next door to my paternal grandparents place. Then, we were supposed to surprise them too but they saw us before that and were wondering whether we were really "us"! My aunt was debating with her mother that we were not "us" but her mother was convinced that we were really "us". Damn funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to lots of miscellaneous places like an accident site where a Toyota Altis was literally racing and crashed into a wall at about 140-160km/h, a dental clinic for my mum, shoe shops, etc. Trivandrum airport is like just a 5 min walk from my paternal grandparents place. We didn't need a car but we did use a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about flights and airports. We didn't want to but we had to take a Tiger Airways flight from S'pore to B'lore. Tiger Airways is the worst airline in the world. Even a bus is better! So little space for your legs and their in-flight food was scam. $3 for water and $8 for nasi lemak. B'lore to Trivandrum via Chennai, we took Air India. Pretty average, I suppose... But the problem was at the airport. We checked-in at 5.30 while the flight was at 6. The security scanned and found a bottle of juice inside. We had to throw away. When security was finally over, it was 5.50. And on the aerobridge, got another security. They really open everyone's bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, last day... Trivandrum to Chennai via B'lore. It's pretty weird. Trivandrum to B'lore to Chennai to Trivandrum. Flight at 4.20, we reach at 2.30 when we only need to reach at 3.30. Landed in Chennai at 6.55. Next flight at 11. So fished lor! Camp in the airport for 3 hours? Flight to Singapore was Air India Express which was supposedly a budget airline. If Tiger Airways was a budget airline, AIE should be a normal full-cost airline. Tiger Airways charge you for food, water and got no entertainment. AIE got all! Only thing was that entertainment was a small tv on top for a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all about India. Now, school... Yesterday, everything was okay, nothing interesting. Today, we had NAPFA retest. I got GOLD! OMG.... I'm being crazy. Then, Chem got experiment on acids. French, we got back paper. I got 88. Krystin got same as me. DAMN! What was even worse was that... Yinan got 92. WALAU eh! At first, my marks was written as 77 cos the teacher didn't count properly. Then, 87. After that, got some mistake in marking and I got 88.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-4647335372281175569?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4647335372281175569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=4647335372281175569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/4647335372281175569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/4647335372281175569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/08/258.html' title='25/8'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-5158515873930998714</id><published>2009-08-07T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:28:42.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>07/08/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This week was pretty interesting. I got 10min 45 sec for 2.4km. I got GOLD for SMO! YES!!! I'm so pro... jkjk! I was really damn lucky. If I got one point less for Round 1, I would have gotten a silver cos need 8 points to go round 2 and I got 8. Round 2, I got 10 so 10 + 8 = 18. Then, English yesterday was really stupid. Ms Chan went around, checking whether people had done their work. I didn't do. She went to the other side of the class first. Then, I quickly wrote some crappy thing in 30 seconds. She came to our side and saw something written and I was saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... Yesterday morning, we accomplished a mission. I really felt so great after that. Shao Wei cried! People around who saw that kept saying we were being evil. Then, Amelia and Eunice even asked me not to use physical means to bully him. WTH lar... They don't even know what Shao Wei is like. He threw a chess piece at my face. Later, during Maths, we gave Mrs Chui some reasons to get angry with him. Last time, he tore up some paper and almost immediately, punched Jerome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got full marks for Maths ICA. Today was National Day celebrations. In the morning, I played basketball for a while. Me, Jerome and Gerald (later Hui Min and Eunice too) totally thrashed the rest. In the hall, as usual, we were bad boys during assembly. Then, 102 was one of the winners of the montage thing. We got some stuff including Cadbury chocs. The potluck later... Mrs Chui bought us Mac's as promised. Joshua brought a lot of stuff too. Then, the montage food prize as well. While we were eating, Shao Wei had a nice counselling session with Mrs Chui. He didn't deserve anything lor! While we were all putting our heart and soul into the montage, he was going around commenting on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating a bit, Jerome, Gerald, Chang and I took turns to get carried to 104, 101 and even the road leading to the carpark. And must wear a cute Donald Duck's hat too. LOL, that was damn funny. Ok, post is over...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-5158515873930998714?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5158515873930998714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=5158515873930998714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5158515873930998714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5158515873930998714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/08/070809.html' title='07/08/09'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-6119129164075900546</id><published>2009-08-02T13:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:29:01.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Blah... I'm so bored. I got nothing much to post. Nvm, I'll talk about me and Jerome smsing each other yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (I forwarded some advertisement message to Jerome)&lt;br /&gt;Jerome: UNSUB&lt;br /&gt;Me: UNSUB failed. Please contact your network provider.&lt;br /&gt;Jerome: Failed - UNSUB failed. Please contact the operator of the operator.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Failed operator contacted. UNSUB temporarily unavailable...&lt;br /&gt;Jerome: SUB&lt;br /&gt;Me: WAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lame...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-6119129164075900546?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/6119129164075900546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=6119129164075900546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/6119129164075900546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/6119129164075900546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/08/28.html' title='2/8'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-7419922058130461791</id><published>2009-07-31T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:29:19.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31 July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today... I don't know how to describe lar. This morning, I was damn pissed off with someone. It isn't someone whom I hang out a lot with. That's all I'll divulge... I'm still pretty irritated with the person. Anyway, mentoring... Most of us brought magazines to school for the montage thing. I think we're pretty slow actually. Then, later was MT which was free period for us. Then, recess... I went to play soccer but the small court and field was completely used for PE. I really hate it man! So we had to settle for simple passing on the track. I failed epicly... The ball went to the plants on the other side. It happened twice for me and once for Jason. People like Zhi Hao didn't even get it there once. After that, returned to class and I was walking with the ball when Jung Min came and kicked the ball. Ms Chan had to come at that time. Almost got it confiscated... Well, it wasn't my fault at all lor! She said I was playing... WTH lar! Anyway, later Physics... We did a practical which was pretty meaningless. I hate Physics practicals. They are really confusing. After Physics, lunch... Lunch was quite usual till I bought Mocha Breeze, drank it up, leaving about 1/6 of it remaining. I threw it into the bin. And that's when some drops of Mocha Breeze splashed on me. DAMN IT! I ½ cleaned it... Played soccer in the small court. 101 vs 102. 2-1, we win... As usual, Michael Owen, or Fernando Torres, as you can call me, scored both our goals. Then, we did something really out of the world. I mean I don't usually do this. In primary school, I was much better. I'm not telling what we did for fear that a teacher might come across this blog. Yeah, anyway, we returned to class for English and Ms Chan was already there, to our surprise. Joshua was really very very brave, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: I lost my set of reading and couldn't download from Espace cos you didn't upload it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chan: Why aren't you standing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: But luckily Zheng Huan helped me photocopy. (And he took out his set of reading.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Are you trying to test my patience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: But you didn't upload it on Espace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, later, cos he was talking, Joshua was asked to leave the class. Less than 10 seconds after he stood outside, he went to the water cooler. He's really pro!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, for badminton, we had to go to Clementi Sports Hall cos our sch hall was used for some exam. Why can't they just use the audi for that??? Damn them lar... Make us walk to CSH! At CSH, I don't know why la but the coach asked me to use his racquet. Later, we played match. Brandon and I vs Yuan Han and Leon. Of course, we got thrashed... Then, Yuan Han and I vs Leon and Brandon. Got thrashed again... Bleh! I lazy to continue the post cos nothing much really happened after that. Oh yeah, back in school, I threw my racquet to Amelia in the field from the concourse. She caught it leh! I was stunned for a second. Then the Jerome incident... I called him when I was walking back from CSH. I told him to meet me in the canteen. He wasn't there so I went to class. I call him... He asked me to meet him at concourse. He wasn't there. Then, he asked me to meet him outside the gate there. I didn't believe him lor. I thought he went home already and was tricking me. But he was right... KK, i run away luh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-7419922058130461791?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7419922058130461791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=7419922058130461791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7419922058130461791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7419922058130461791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/07/31-july.html' title='31 July'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-8951926524812446680</id><published>2009-07-30T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:44:44.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Happy Birthday Jerome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday was Jerome's birthday and a holiday for us too. And I had many plans to sneak out somewhere or let someone come my house. But, nothing materialised. So, I played XBOX and com the whole day... YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today, Ms Chan didn't come so I just came to school for Maths and French. I'm now waiting for French to start. Ling Yan Hao and Andy came to school only for assembly. Andy - cos he vomitted in the morning near the water cooler and Yan Hao - cos he accelerate Maths and doesn't have third lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Andy vomitting incident... I didn't witness it. Jerome narrated what happened... He vomitted in the water cooler and Jia Hao didn't even see the vomit and went to drink the water. WTH! He must be having Andy's vomit inside his tummy now. Poor dude... He even stepped on the vomit on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today, during assembly, I was using laptop. Teacher didn't see cos she was standing right in front. But I didn't really do much. Only connecting to the network... Anyway, we went to com lab for Maths to do some task. After that, we played basketball, came back to class, used laptop, went for lunch, came back, used laptop and played soccer. Moneem, Jun Jet and I trashed Zhi Hao, Syazani and Enquan. 8-2, I think... Of course, all the goals came from me because I'm pro. You can call me Michael Owen or Fernando Torres. Only thing was that... one goal came from Enquan. It's called own-goal. Yeah... Basically, that's what happened so far in school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PS: I forgot to say that I'm blogging in school....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-8951926524812446680?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8951926524812446680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=8951926524812446680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8951926524812446680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8951926524812446680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/07/belated-happy-birthday-jerome.html' title='Belated Happy Birthday Jerome!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-2111262066034562421</id><published>2009-07-27T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:43:16.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27/8</title><content type='html'>My posting is damn screwed. I can't change font or upload pics. I really don't know why. Damn! Atleast I can post... There's a reason why people call me the positive dude. Anyway, today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly was scary. We were up to our usual nonsense. This time, our supporters failed us. Zheng Huan was the culprit. He was laughing and didn't realise Mrs Chui staring at him. Then, mentoring was about some National Day Montage. I don't really care about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned something during English today. Never tell Eunice Chan that you spilled Ribena on your work. She thought I was lying. WTH la! Just because of that... I had to stand the whole lesson. Joshua and Dousy too... Then, there was this thing about resting your weight on the table with your hands. Eunice Chan scolded Joshua, Joshua pointed his finger at me, she scolded me, I pointed my finger at Dousy, she scolded Dousy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths test... I didn't even study a bit. I don't wanna talk about it. Not that I found it hard. I did something ahem... during the test. History... Teacher didn't come so there was a relief teacher. I don't like the relief teacher. She didn't come into the class and tell us that we could do our own work in the classroom for 1 hour. I don't care anyway. Later, I played soccer with Gerald. We were crapping... We were practising headers and crosses with the small goal post. After lunch, I played with Zhi Hao, Syazani, Jason and the guy... who is suspected to be retarded. You know who he is. Then suddenly, I felt like my skills went missing. Like as though the other boys stole it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, I fooled Eunice that her ball was inside the big drain. It went extremely well till Mr David decided to take the ball for a walk. FAILED! Then, I played basketball. We kept stealing the netball from the 101 girls. We rock! They stone... Not long later, I stole Tan Rong's phone and found out that Winston is Claudia. Cool, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-2111262066034562421?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2111262066034562421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=2111262066034562421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/2111262066034562421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/2111262066034562421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/07/278.html' title='27/8'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-2120651612281009653</id><published>2009-07-25T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:23:08.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5COwner%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:Arial; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I stole this quiz from Ass ar?'s blog&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Answer True Or False.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Ever kissed someone on your friends list? false.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Been arrested? false.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Held a snake? true.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Been suspended from school? false.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Sang karaoke? false.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Done something you told yourself you wouldnt do? true.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Laughed until you started crying? true.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Caught a snowflake on your tongue? false.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Kissed in the rain? false.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Sang in the shower? false.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Sat on a rooftop? true.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? true. I fell in myself before too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Broken a bone? false.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Shaved your head? false.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Played a prank on someone? true.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; must ask meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Shot a gun? false.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Donated blood? false.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last person...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1.You hung out with?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;jerome, hansel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2.You texted?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;phyllis&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3.You were in a car with?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;my father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4.Went to the movies with?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;jerome and andy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5.Person you went to shop with?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;can't remember... i don't really like shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;6.You talked on the phone with?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;jerome&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;7.Made you laugh?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;jerome again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;8.You hugged?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;hmm... jerome, i think. and mr lim saw us. lol!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Answer Truthfully.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Sun or Moon?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eeks! ask me when i'm gonna die and i'll still say moon. i hate mr sun!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Winter or Fall?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;winter&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Left or Right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;right&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Sunny or Rainy?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;rainy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Where do you live?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;hougang&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Club or pub?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;club&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Are there 1 or 2 people who you can trust or rely on?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;yeah&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Do you want to get married?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;neutral&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;twirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:What time is it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;15.10&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Are you afraid of COMMITMENT.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;sometimes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:What is you greatest hope/wish?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;got a lot... for example, that i get to stay home alone and also get my racquet back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Do you cook?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;sometimes... mostly assisting to the cook&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q:Current mood?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;annoyed cos a tiny bit of my lunch is stuck on my teeth and can't be removed with my tongue. i go floss later...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the last 48 hours have you...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Kissed someone? no&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Sang? no&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. Listened to music? Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4. Danced crazy? no&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5. Cried? no&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;6.Liked someone you cant? wth! like someone in 48 hours??? no...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Firsts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1.Who was your first prom date?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;never had one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2.Who was your first roommate?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;if family not counted, then ram... that time, the immersion programme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3.What alcoholic drink did you drink the first time you got drunk?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i never got drunk&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4.What was your first car?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;toy car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5.Where did you go to your first funeral and viewing?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i can't remember&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;6.Who was your first grade teacher?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ms chu (not chu yun sil!!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;7.Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;uh... must ask my parents. but i think it's japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;8.When did you snuck out of your house for the first time?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i did a lot of times... i can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;9.Who was your first best friend?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i forgot his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;10.Who is your best friend?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;jerome, chang joon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;11.Where was your first sleepover?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;uh... my grandparents house in m'sia, i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;12.Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;tinkle friend&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;13.Whose wedding were you in the first time you were a Bridesmaid/Groomsman?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;??? i never was one. is there such a thing as flower boy? nvm, i was something like that in uncle jarod and aunt lydia's wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;14.Whats the first thing you do when you got up this morning?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;scold my mum for waking me up... she woke me up at 6+ leh! i was damn tired... i slept for a while longer anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;15.First tattoo/piercing?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;none&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;16.First celebrity crush?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;never had one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;17. First crush?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;never had one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-2120651612281009653?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2120651612281009653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=2120651612281009653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/2120651612281009653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/2120651612281009653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/07/normal-0-false-false-false.html' title=''/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-407974439551610146</id><published>2009-07-25T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:49:33.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTH! I passed my electone exam by 1 point. I got 0 which is good enough to pass. The Salad Song, I got C and C (0 points). The Chicken Little song, I got B and C (B is 1 pt). Sight Playing, I got C (I expected B). Then Improvisation, I got D and D (-1 points x 2 = -2). Hearing saved me... (B and C) I'm damn lucky sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been talking about school... You have to forgive me. I've been really busy slacking. Anyway, yesterday, we had mentoring. And Mrs Chui was talking about the spam emails. It was a waste of time, if you asked me. I didn't find the meaning of talking to us about that. Oh yeah... Before that, the announcements. Mrs Chui gave us all the letter that the school is declaring Jerome's birthday a holiday. Jerome, you lucky poop! Then, Mr Suresh was talking to the school about the school holiday. In the General Office, he was reading off the letter Mrs Chui gave us. He might as well ask us to read ourselves, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, MT... Chang and I were playing soccer. But the Sun came over cos he needed the small court for PE for his class. I really wanna kill him. Anyway, we atleast had some time to play. We played one-on-one. I won! It's damn funny! I curled the ball around him both ways, right and left and scored. Then,  I kicked over him and scored too. He was damn pissed. So he cheat. He pulled me and whenever, I broke free and scored, he'd say foul. He's really funny, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics... I didn't do the assignment. So I did on the spot. Teacher didn't realise, fortunately cos I'm right at the back. Then, we didn't do any activity. It was entirely a lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English... Ms Chan and her usual boring self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA! Finally, after more than 2 months, I played badminton again. Fortunately, I didn't lose a lot of skills. I played a while and was back to my old self. Then, the school change coach again. I hate this man! My racquet is still with Aaron Tan Wei Kiat. He said he'll restring but he ran away. I'll have to ask Sun for his number. Anyway, the new coach is quite unique. He doesn't look at our shots but rather our footwork. Then, later... He serve the shuttle and we have to return it. He's damn fast man! The only bad thing about him is that he talks a lot. He has a lot to share and so, we have less training time. Later, Brandon and I playing singles. I won the first set. The last part, I was a bit shaky. I was leading 17-10 and then I made mistakes and the game ended 21-16. Second set, I trailed him almost the whole game by 1 or 2 points. He made me run a lot. Then, got one rally... I run to the back and sprinted to the front and fell. Then, he hit in front... I didn't miss. But I missed the next one after I recovered. You know why? Because of 3 idiots! Wendelyn, Vanessa and Ischelle. I saw them and said "Ass ar?" I missed immediately. They shall die! Oh yeah, I had this motto during the game. "Go for the kill!" I'll kill him in the third set next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-407974439551610146?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/407974439551610146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=407974439551610146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/407974439551610146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/407974439551610146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/07/wth-i-passed-my-electone-exam-by-1.html' title=''/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-8937183723987345732</id><published>2009-07-23T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:54:03.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I had the funniest ride on the train in my whole life. Jerome and I encountered two mental retards. Seriously! Retarded as act like those people in IMH. I'm not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first guy... Jerome was doing sudoku and I was helping him. Suddenly, retard no.1 came along... He was grinning retardedly and "shooting" us... the toddler kinda way! I responded... the same shooting way. Then, he go shoot me at close range! Less than 5cm from my face... WTH! Then, we just ignore him. He's retarded man!! Then, Andy said he's lucky that he only on the train for one stop. DAMN HIM! We're stuck on the train with a retard for don't know how long! He alighted at Dhoby Ghaut anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd retard... He's an old man. He looked damn stupid, I tell you... He wore a tie and tried to look smart. But what he did was stupid. He stood like he was doing a stunt. Like a balancing act... The type where you bend your knees and stand like a ninja. Then later, got one empty seat. He point fingers. He point at some random dude and pointed to the seat. To make him sit lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerome and I were laughing too hard. My stomach hurt man!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-8937183723987345732?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8937183723987345732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=8937183723987345732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8937183723987345732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8937183723987345732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-i-had-funniest-ride-on-train-in.html' title=''/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-7483083149626303113</id><published>2009-07-18T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:03:03.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;OH MY GOD! I passed my electone exam!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't believe it... I wasn't supposed to be knowing today. The results were out from Plaza Sing on Thursday and somebody from our centre was going to collect it on Monday. But our teacher had an informer in Plaza Sing... 2 others from my class passed but my sis failed :(... Yeah, anyway, I'm done with this post. Just needed to share good news... Nvm, I'll talk about MO too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I was listening to my mp3 the whole time and wasn't really concentrating. It's pretty much the reason why I didn't complete the assigned task. So, I brought it home. I lazy to do... Anyway, our class boys are so lame. We keep disturbing Kevin. Yi Rong was damn funny. Everytime he spoke to Kevin, he ended his sentence with "you faggot". So it's like... blah blah blah, you faggot! LOL...&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/7883331564813623883-7483083149626303113?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7483083149626303113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=7483083149626303113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7483083149626303113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7483083149626303113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/07/yippee.html' title='YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-3516982827631421237</id><published>2009-07-16T19:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:03:51.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The purpose of this post is mainly to give Mr Jerome Chong some fame... The first pic looks wrong but...  nothing! I'm seriously feeling damn lousy. I can't go to school! During lessons, I get bad headaches. And my nose is not letting me inhale. I have to use my mouth. Nothing new in school these days... Today, I took my Chem quiz. I died. But I was reincarnated. My classmates did the exact same quiz. I should have just asked them! Even during the quiz, I had the temptation to call some people to check answers for me. But I didn't cos I don't take steroids. Anyway, I busy... Got Chem and Physics to hand in tmr... KK, I removed the pics for obvious reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-3516982827631421237?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/3516982827631421237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=3516982827631421237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3516982827631421237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3516982827631421237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/07/purpose-of-this-post-is-mainly-to-give.html' title=''/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-2485351516482534792</id><published>2009-07-14T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:15:17.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes! I didn't go school!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today, I didn't go school cos I managed to convince my parents that I really wasn't well. Next, I have to try the same for tomorrow. I woke up at like 8.15 and finished up the instant noodles that was left on the oven. Later, I was told that that wasn't my breakfast. Anyway, after that, I wasted time till evening... Today, people had to take the Chem weird quiz. I managed to escape. I might just have to take it the next time Ms KOH sees me. I sleepy already... I took Panadol, Zyrtec and some weird thing. I'm as good as drunk. The only difference is that I don't do stupid stuff.&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/7883331564813623883-2485351516482534792?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2485351516482534792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=2485351516482534792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/2485351516482534792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/2485351516482534792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-i-didnt-go-school.html' title='Yes! I didn&apos;t go school!!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-7737881897425824091</id><published>2009-07-13T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:47:58.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ill!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Last night, I went to bed, well and fine... At 2+am, I woke up cos I sneezed and the disgusting stuff was coming out. For 1 hour, I couldn't sleep because of that. I really sneezed a lot! And consequently, I woke up 15 mins late. I went to school with a blocked nose. The sneezing really was freaking annoying. I used up my whole tissue packet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temperature taking... I forgot my pencil case in my catechism bag. Thermo was inside. I had to go GO. (i had to go go... lol!) The people there were really weird. For about 6 months, I brought my thermo like a guai boy everyday. For the first time, I forgot it. And the GO people were like: "Why didn't you bring your thermometer??" It's not the type of tone which demands a response. It's the tone which is as if I just annoyed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward... English! Boring... Maths! Mrs Chui realised that I was feeling unwell and asked whether I wanted a mask and whether I wanted to go home. I declined both... My temperature was fine anyway. But my headache was really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret three things I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Play soccer&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy cold drinks&lt;br /&gt;3. Play basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I tried to sleep off my headache. I really couldn't because of my nose. I don't know how to describe. I think I not going school tomorrow... I really can't. Home-based learning then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-7737881897425824091?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7737881897425824091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=7737881897425824091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7737881897425824091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7737881897425824091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-ill.html' title='I&apos;m ill!!!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-5925427218407864264</id><published>2009-07-12T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:28:27.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;First MO advanced training... The trainer's name is Dr Chua Seng Kiat. I somehow believe I've seen him before. It's RECMEL leh. The people who came to Rosyth last time. I really have this feeling that I've seen his face before. If I'm not wrong, it was the MO at Rosyth. Haikal and I were creating trouble for him that time. I think it's the same guy... I didn't ask him to confirm my suspicions. But I'll probably ask him next lesson. Anyway, he was wasting time with his intro today. He kept talking about random stuff like using calculators, the IMO, TYS. Yeah, those miscellaneous stuff... Anyway, I went for electone after that. I was like 45 minutes late. I wanted to get back my results but I didn't. If I don't get next week, I'll complain! jkjk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, sis and I went to Hearts on Fire thingy at CJC. First person I saw was No-L (Noel). He was his usual self, the talkative sort. But he was sleepy today. A while later, I saw Nicholas, the cool guy. Nicholas is weird I tell you... But so am I. When the thing ended, Nicholas was worrying a lot about which bus would take us home. We took 151 anyway. It was about 10.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to Mac's and I ordered an Extra Value Meal but that person didn't give the fries! Then, I asked my sis to go ask the person for me. Then, Nicholas asked me to be a man.&lt;br /&gt;My excuse: I'm a gentleman. I don't want to embarass Mac's in front of everybody. When we were about to leave, the rest of the Nativity gang came in with a cake. Then I saw Gareth and Kenneth. They claimed they went for the Hearts on Fire but I didn't see them. Obviously, they're lying... I'm being biased. Yeah, I don't care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-5925427218407864264?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5925427218407864264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=5925427218407864264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5925427218407864264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5925427218407864264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/07/117.html' title='11/7'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-4537036129267487520</id><published>2009-07-10T20:48:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:25:29.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10/7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes the ones you trust most are the ones who hurt you most... I'm not going to elaborate and narrate what happened. Some people already know... Obviously, Jerome is one of them. Yesterday, we had English and Math and French. And lessons were quite normal. Interesting things happened... Eunice's ball went missing... obviously stolen! Ananda trying to act cool and landed Gerald's ball in the huge drain. Today, as Jerome and I were walking to the bus stop, we noticed that it was really very very easy to get the ball. Currently, I have completely no idea how Gerald got back his ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, mentoring was boring... MT was weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Jung Min and I captured some pics... Then, Physics was boring again. But as usual, the handphone temptation was present. Later, we played soccer during lunch. We took Joshua's ball without permission. That bugger damn selfish... Not giving details... English was basically the presentations. We all had the plan to delay time. So the solution was to ask a lot of questions. In 70 minutes, only 3½ presentations were done. Amelia Thai EXPRESS was supposed to present today. She had this video which lasted only 2 seconds. She claims that it's supposed to be 6 minutes long. But she can't hide the truth from me. She didn't even complete lor! Her video only shows her saying good morning to Ms Chan and nothing more... The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;n, during Dawn or Dousabel's presentation, Ms Chan just lost her tolerance. She heard Hiu Fung tell some people to ask a lot of questions to delay time but she claimed that she saw through it herself. Again, she can fool anyone but not me... After school, w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ent Subway @ Vivo with Jerome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v6WsRcP00xc/Slc9J7CjhdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ua_hS2gGETI/s1600-h/Photo0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v6WsRcP00xc/Slc9J7CjhdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ua_hS2gGETI/s320/Photo0000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356817522457019858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6WsRcP00xc/Slc_wJ2RzBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/fG9FMbajJ8E/s1600-h/Photo0002.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/_v6WsRcP00xc/Slc_wJ2RzBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/fG9FMbajJ8E/s320/Photo0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356820378290342930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6WsRcP00xc/Slc-NEnZegI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sO6Km4eBxKg/s1600-h/Photo0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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I've been wondering what I should get him. But of course, I won't tell anyone. It's a secret that isn't meant to be revealed. Today was really fun and funny. First, ACE! We did the learning style quiz kinda thing. We did that before in Rosyth GE. The visual, auditory and kinesthetic one... I'm kinesthetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Who got very dominant learning style? (Means like very obvious like that)&lt;br /&gt;I raised my hand&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: What's yours?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: (thinks for a while) Might not be kinesthetic...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (starts laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we played soccer later. It was really one of the most epic ever... Jerome and Hiu Fung were quarrelling. Of late, Hiu Fung has had heaty arguments with quite a few people. The other day it was Gerald and previously, Benjamin. I'll probably be next... The court was really slippery. I fell a few times. Probably, the most... Joshua fell once and pulled me down along with him. One time, I fell and twisted my knee. I was limping but after a while, it was okay. But the pain didn't go... I couldn't run much for the rest of the day. Later, Maths... We just started on Matrices today and apparently, reached page 9, excluding the examples. Teacher was complaining that we were too far behind schedule. After temp taking, we went to play soccer but very few were playing. So we just took shots. Out of about 10 shots, not more than 2 went in. 3 were completely out of target and about 4-5 hit post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That's epicness... We went back for HUMANities and argh, boring! That was until Joshua asked Mrs Lim if she was Mr Lim Teng Hong's wife. He's damn daring! Then later, someone voiced: "Andy Lim!" LOL! OMG... This was really funny. MT was after that and CJ and I went to have lunch. After lunch, we went to see the CL people. Their teacher didn't come... And they were still stuck in class. Choose freedom, dudes! We went to play soccer. Took shots until Vivek and Charles came... Played a match. Then, they chose new team and went to play in the field. Dominique show off, he join them. We were happier without him. Then, we played some unfair game with Jun Hyeok and co. We won 1-0... It was damn damn damn damn damn funny!!! The one and only goal came from Zheng Huan! But it was an own goal... Amidst, the confusion, I attempted a shot and with Zheng Huan's assistance, the score favoured us. Jun Hyeok came very close to scoring from a free kick. Shao Wei blocked... And the ball actually hit his *down there*!!! LOL! ZOMG... Da Vinci was so-so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&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/7883331564813623883-7480013105700184146?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7480013105700184146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=7480013105700184146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7480013105700184146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7480013105700184146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/07/87.html' title='8/7'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-2784090700207605198</id><published>2009-07-07T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:07:50.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7/7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today was quite scary... Teachers were damn amazing. Mr Sun asked me to shut my mouth cos I complained that Jun Jet wasn't doing warm up. He's such a loser! But I don't care about him cos he failed as a sex ed teacher. He lost his dick to an idiot. Earlier, we played soccer. I scored two and could have made it 3. Jun Hyeok blocked the penalty. Bloody idiot! As much as I hate him now, he hates me cos I scored two goals. Joshua made it three with an awesome penalty. PE was ultra boring and stupid today. I didn't understand the significance of what we did. Later, chem... Well, it was quite fun la. On the tutorial worksheet, they ask what was the state symbol of elemental bromine, chlorine and iodine. The elemental part I change to mental and said Eunice was mental. The way she was behaving was really mental. But suddenly, Ms KOH (Potassium Hydroxide) came out of nowhere and started questioning me why I was making fun of chem terms. That was super funny. Chem was fun lar... Played soccer again and scored again! Yes! I even scored from left leg. That proves that Julian is great. No need to ask for autograph... French now! Actually, it was fun also. Except for the part teacher kept asking me why I wasn't taking notes. Then, at times, I was talking to Joshua or Jeremy and he glared at me for like 7-8 seconds. Scary sia! e&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/7883331564813623883-2784090700207605198?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2784090700207605198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=2784090700207605198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/2784090700207605198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/2784090700207605198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/07/77.html' title='7/7'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-3423754677178035463</id><published>2009-07-05T15:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:53:28.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend... (so far)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday, I went electone class. Argh, it sucked! Even the teacher could see I was bored... Reason: My usual organ was shifted out and what was in its place was one of the suckiest organs around. And I didn't get back my exam result. Nothing much after that... Today, I went West Coast Plaza for the sudoku competition. I managed to complete 3/4. But Gerald was really pro! He completed all... Only thing is that he screwed one up because he put two of the same numbers in one box and he claims he anyhow do the rest. Then, on our tables, got 3 small cartons of some Marigold drink. Nothing inside... I wanted to take them home and fool someone. But they didn't say we could take it. Inside our goodie bag got some $5 vouchers. Then later... LUNCH! We were just ready to eat at Subway. That stupid Amelia lar! She wanted Mac or FCK (KFC). So I scissors, paper, stone her and lost pathetically. I didn't even win one and argh!!! I don't wanna talk about it. Amelia Thai Express will pay for this. I don't care! I lost because she had steroids.Then, we took bus to Clementi Central and went FCK. I had Banditto. It was damn nice cos they just reintroduced it. But Subway would have been better. After eating, we played tap tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eunice used steroids and won Gerald.&lt;br /&gt;2. I won Gerald although Gerald took steroids.&lt;br /&gt;3. Gerald wouldn't give up. He wanted a rematch but Eunice and her steroids proved too strong for him.&lt;br /&gt;4. Eunice vs Hui Min (steroids vs steroids) The battle of whose steroids were more effective.&lt;br /&gt;5. I vs Eunice.... I almost beat the steroids. Actually, I gave her a chance cos later I scared she eat me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was the prank calls which failed epicly. Ahh, then went home...... LOL! On the MRT, Eunice sleeping. It was really funny. She sleep until her head like very hyperactive. Cannot stay still. I wanted to take photo but I was in the midst of playing a hp game. Oh yeah, I remember taking photos of Jerome sleeping on the train before. But it's stored in that lost phone. SAD....&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/7883331564813623883-3423754677178035463?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/3423754677178035463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=3423754677178035463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3423754677178035463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3423754677178035463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-weekend-so-far.html' title='My weekend... (so far)'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-2507074492026819631</id><published>2009-07-03T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:55:13.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got owned...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today was really fun... First, my whole group screwed up the pledge. Eunice, Hui Min, Jerome and I used left hand for the pledge. Shao Wei scratching his ass made it even funnier. As soon as we were told that we could sit, all 4 of us burst out laughing. Lol, you know where we learned about this left hand thing? It was from Mr Chong Shao Wei. Some days ago, he used his left hand by mistake and quickly switched when he realised it but too late... I saw it! Later, Chang Joon and I were in the canteen cos I didn't finish my Physics. Yeah, then later, my French teacher came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French teacher: Good morning, Julian! (french)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Good morning... (french)&lt;br /&gt;French teacher: What are you doing? (french)&lt;br /&gt;Me: My homework (english)&lt;br /&gt;French teacher: What's homework in French? (english)&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't know. (english)&lt;br /&gt;French teacher: (Whatever he said... de voir or something. I didn't really catch it)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh...&lt;br /&gt;French teacher: Is it Maths? (french)&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, physics... (french)&lt;br /&gt;French teacher: Oh, physics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a real scare, you know! The past two French lessons were utterly screwed up. He asked us stuff and when we said we didn't know... He would scold us as though he had taught us before and we forgot. Anyway, later, we played soccer... Today, I  found myself getting back to my usual self. We beat our opponents 5-0... I scored 2! One free kick, one damn nice high ball... Jerome was seriously amazing today. The way he played... just astonished me. There was one time, he made a shot at goal which was really damn gay. Shao Wei keeper and he actually saved it... But!!! Jerome really made laugh till my stomach hurt when he did something really amazing. He took a penalty when somebody handballed. Shao Wei saved his penalty... I couldn't find anything funnier than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, later Physics... And we got our new groupings. In front of me is a very big monster by the name of Tan Wrong. She really blocked my view of the screen. Other people in my group are Chang Joon, Kevin, Joshua and Yinan. Later, we did an activity. Only the boys did actually... The girls only took the answers. Anyway, while we were doing the activity, Hiu Fung, Jerome and Andy (who were in the same group) were playing dare or dare. Weird stuff happened... Nothing scandalous enough though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was damn fun for the first time. Chang Joon's presentation was simply the best today. It was really funny. One of his 5 objects was an umbrella. His idea was something related to protection. Umbrella protects people from the rain. Then, people started talking about Chang Joon being scared of water. Questions were raised... Chang Joon was scared of bathing? He should take an umbrella with him into the bathroom next time. Another of his objects was Ms Chan's laptop! The idea was about modern technology. Everyone was really amazed at his creativity. He used an object that he didn't even bring (although he brought his own one) and didn't even belong to him. Okay, that's about all today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-2507074492026819631?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2507074492026819631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=2507074492026819631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/2507074492026819631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/2507074492026819631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/07/got-owned.html' title='got owned...'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-1667466277600642968</id><published>2009-07-02T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:10:16.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 at school.... (this sem, duh?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Today, um... Where do I start? Okay, English first, I guess. Yun Sil was supposed to go first but she didn't bring her 5 objects or something... So, someone else had to go first and that was (drumroll)............................... JEROME! Haha, he was quite pitiful. His slides were good. Eye-contact wasn't there. That was probably the only drawback till I made it worse. Cos I was his peer-reviewer... Teacher asked to ask Jerome a question or give comments. I made a big error. I asked him a question. I thought it was an easy one. Turned out that he took a few minutes (I don't know to think or what) and didn't even answer. I asked him to state a few qualities of the main character. He managed to answer the next few questions luckily. My presentation was quite good, I guess. I said some crap but Eunice Chan managed to approve of it somehow. Yeah... Then, Maths later. Nothing really happened. After that, eventful! Many things happened... My locker was hacked. I won't tell you how though. We played soccer. I simply sucked today. Because of me, about 5 goals went in the wrong goal when we played today. Not own goal but because of bad defence... I'm really guilty but it's normal. But I managed to score! We played this game... I bad defence and a goal went in... Then comeback campaign took less than 30 seconds. We scored 2 goals! Pro, right? No doubt... Then, Gerald didn't want Jun Hyeok and Dominique to play cos he really ticked him off on Tuesday. But then, when we were going to the field, two idiotic assholes told Dominique we were going to play. Seriously, they were bitches! Why did they? But anyway, we trounced them 6-4. I scored two, I think. One was supposed to be a free kick but they didn't form a wall so it was kinda penalty but it was too far to be a penalty. Jun Hyeok was keeper but I managed to score. The other goal(s) I forgot le... But I'm seriously off-form. Ok, talk about badminton... I saw Leon today at 5th floor. Then, we were talking about I scold Johnny for putting chairs and tables in the hall and after I scold, Leon play. The whole conversation evolved into a whole lot of crap. Argh, no CCA tomorrow because of stupid MOE. I love badminton but it's been ages since I held the racquet. Besides, my racquet is with the coach. DAMN! Best one somemore...&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/7883331564813623883-1667466277600642968?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1667466277600642968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=1667466277600642968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/1667466277600642968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/1667466277600642968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-4-at-school-this-sem-duh.html' title='Day 4 at school.... (this sem, duh?)'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-8238446650476849793</id><published>2009-07-01T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:47:21.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Second post today... I'm really bored. So I'll talk about random stuff. Yesterday, we took height and weight. I am 161.5cm and 44kg. Amazing? Yeah... Today, we saw Da Vinci teachers. They are.... Ms Lim and Mr Valles! About Ms Lim, I'm plain neutral. About Mr Valles, I'm simply happy. Last sem, we had the worst teachers. This sem, our teachers rock! Okay, new topic... Today, ACE finished a few mins earlier so we were about to Mrs Chui about Facebook. We asked her stupid stuff like what's her level in Restaurant City and rank in MouseHunt. It was quite funny... New topic! Um, no CCA this week... Like wth! Not fair lor... New topic! Got construction going on outside our class and it's super distracting sia... They said they'll keep the noise minimal. My head ar minimal! New topic! Today, during humanities (I call it humanities cos the module is history, geog and econs combined), we were talking about Development and ideas that are related. Our group started talking about PS4 and XBOX 361. We said that it was the product of future development. Then, we came up with Osama and said that he is an imminent threat to development. I tell you... with Jerome beside me, there has never been a day when he hasn't made me laugh. Andy... There has never been a day when he hasn't made racist remarks and teased me and somebody. K lar... I stop liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-8238446650476849793?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8238446650476849793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=8238446650476849793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8238446650476849793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8238446650476849793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-5043711454147136656</id><published>2009-07-01T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:38:18.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's started...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;School started on Monday, sadly. I really don't get MOE and MOH. They should act responsibly by closing schools. The number of cases is now 701. We beat NZ, Spain, Panama, Dominican Republic and Indonesia. Soon, we'll overtake HK. Nvm, let's talk about school... Monday was cool. Nothing really interesting... We met our Humanities teacher. She's the teacher who scolded Chang Joon and I at X-country for no reason. We didn't even do anything wrong. We were just joking with people. There was nothing offensive. Anyway, she seemed quite fun. But I still hate her for scolding us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday... was funner cos there was French. Yeah, anyway, um, we have a new dude in French. He's a Year 3 guy. He's a nerd, no doubt. Then, while Chang Joon, Andy and I were in the canteen, Jerome told me something happened at the table tennis place. Dominique was being a bitch again. But this time, it was Gerald who got pissed and hurled vulgarities at him. Seriously, Dominique is a arrogant show-off. Later, we were playing soccer. He go kick the ball freaking far and didn't want to take it. He said he wasn't playing anymore and walked off. Somebody retrieved the ball and immediately, he was back. He is simply too proud. And I HATE HIM!!! He can go and die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had ACE in the morning. The subject was career-based. Teacher was talking about choosing the right career. And she was promoting teaching as a career. And I seriously considered it. But there are so many other options out there... Teaching doesn't pay that much. That's about the only disadvantage. But I love children. Yeah, whatever! No one brought a ball today so we couldn't play soccer. K lar, nothing much happened. And I gotta go too. My mum is calling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-5043711454147136656?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5043711454147136656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=5043711454147136656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5043711454147136656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5043711454147136656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/07/schools-started.html' title='School&apos;s started...'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-1408479389679476995</id><published>2009-06-27T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:24:32.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Got this from eunice's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you fill this out without lying?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you put in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;mashed potatoe from kfc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed anyone named Matthew?&lt;br /&gt;noo! i would never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;zoo camp last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you rode in a car with under the age of 20.&lt;br /&gt;sis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you play guitar hero?&lt;br /&gt;what's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name someone that made you laugh today?&lt;br /&gt;mum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;br /&gt;12+... technically, i didn't sleep last night. um, cos got smo today and my parents didn't allow me to stay up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could move somewhere else, would you?&lt;br /&gt;uh... yeah, australia/nz seems nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been kissed under fireworks?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of your friends lives closest to you?&lt;br /&gt;jerome, maverick, ram, augustine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe ex's can be friends?&lt;br /&gt;why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling or texting?&lt;br /&gt;calling... it's more real. and you get to hear the person's voice and from the voice, you can tell a lot of things like whether the person is happy or sad, whether the person is lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about dr pepper?&lt;br /&gt;what's/who's dr pepper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried really hard?&lt;br /&gt;when i came out of my mama's tummy, i suppose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you right now?&lt;br /&gt;at your gramp's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;br /&gt;queen-sized, king coil, comfy, soft bed... need to be more specific?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing someone bought for you?&lt;br /&gt;is this considered? my dad gave me money and i bought dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who took your profile picture?&lt;br /&gt;hong wei! and he was so proud about it... i'm using a pic that he took for me. thanks, dude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;br /&gt;can't remember... probably my sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was yesterday better than today?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you live a day without TV?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you mad about anything?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think relationships are ever really worth it?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a bad influence?&lt;br /&gt;of course not!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night out or night in?&lt;br /&gt;out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What items could you not go without during the day?&lt;br /&gt;com, hp and uh... nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you share a drink with a stranger?&lt;br /&gt;only if the person has no h1n1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you visited in the hospital?&lt;br /&gt;auntie marie after she gave birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the last message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;chang joon saying yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel now about your life?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;yes! that moron...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were to look in your inbox, what would we find?&lt;br /&gt;nothing... it's empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you easily tell if someones fake?&lt;br /&gt;50-50 lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you were given a drug test right now, would you pass?&lt;br /&gt;no... i just took heroin. just kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever called you perfect before?&lt;br /&gt;don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song is stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;american boy? i'm listening to it now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone knocks on your window at 2am, who do you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;somebody who has come to tell me i won a lucky draw? that is quite unlikely to happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna have kids before you’re 30?&lt;br /&gt;i don't really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you have to do tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;go church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you whistle?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Do you sleep on your side, stomach, or back?&lt;br /&gt;all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think too much or too little?&lt;br /&gt;both... depends on circumstances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile a lot?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last missed call on your Mobile phone?&lt;br /&gt;none apparently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whens the next time you will see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;i don't like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life?&lt;br /&gt;satisfactory, i suppose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;duh? i'm strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;reader's digest? if not counted, then, the thief...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;no, i don't hate my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there something you always wear?&lt;br /&gt;no, i have favourite tee shirts but i don't wear them ultra often. later people think i got so little clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to tell you that they love you?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have an exciting time last weekend?&lt;br /&gt;hmm, last weekend... so-so, i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing a necklace?&lt;br /&gt;think i girl? oh wait, i am... i'm a sporty girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you an emotional person?&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's something that can always make you feel better?&lt;br /&gt;good friends... they can really encourage you (like bervyn) and cheer you up (everyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this weekend be a good one:&lt;br /&gt;ok lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want right now?&lt;br /&gt;end this quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever worn the opposite sex's clothing?&lt;br /&gt;yeah... no further comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look behind you, what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;the clothes stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever worked in a food place?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you name your future daughter?&lt;br /&gt;i don't even want a daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any summer plans for 2009?&lt;br /&gt;nah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats on your schedule for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;go church, come back, do a bit of homework, pack bag, get uniform ready for monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know your facebook password?&lt;br /&gt;someone knows but i don't think that person knows that it is my facebook password&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People to tag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phyllis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rebecca&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brandon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vanessa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yu Ming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-1408479389679476995?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1408479389679476995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=1408479389679476995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/1408479389679476995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/1408479389679476995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/06/quiz.html' title='QUIZ!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-5177028614067305226</id><published>2009-06-27T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:10:00.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMO Special Round</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Today was predicted to be my dooms day. I survived though. I don't know how I managed to do one of the questions. I'm really glad. The other question I did is really doubtful. My working is screwed up from the start and I don't know if my answer is correct. Out of the remaining three questions, I wrote some shit for two of them. I really didn't understand the last one so I couldn't even write anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school's starting in two days. I'm really not pleased. I was just about to curse Khaw Boon something. Then I realised that I shouldn't be doing it. But seriously... What's with the MOE and MOH?? The number of cases has been surging like mad and they're not bothering to close schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah... DAMN! I really really wanna quit music. I'm tired of it sia... 9 years already lor. First it was a leisure, now a burden! It freaks me out. Don't wanna talk about it le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had KFC for dinner. My sis and I went to buy. And then, my mum kept complaining that we bought a lot. No comments on that...&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/7883331564813623883-5177028614067305226?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5177028614067305226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=5177028614067305226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5177028614067305226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5177028614067305226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/06/smo-special-round.html' title='SMO Special Round'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-5920891262219081793</id><published>2009-06-21T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:58:49.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey kids....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today is fathers' day! So, Happy Fathers' Day to all fathers!!! &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay... Today, &lt;/span&gt;I went to church in the morning and came back. In the evening, we did nothing. I just played. Tomorrow, atleast there's something to look forward to... I'll be going to library with Jerome. I seriously need to finish Chem by Tuesday and I haven't even started. School starting next week... I'm so not happy. Anyway, nothing.... Oh yeah, people, TAG more!!! Some people are just awesome. They tag almost everyday. Learn from them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok, enough of my nonsense...&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/7883331564813623883-5920891262219081793?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5920891262219081793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=5920891262219081793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5920891262219081793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5920891262219081793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-kids.html' title='Hey kids....'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-4169286764901043139</id><published>2009-06-16T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:24:24.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHALET!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First of all, chalet was super, duper, uber, crazy fun! Sunday.... Yeah, I went to chalet. And there were a few people. Shan Wei, Nicholas, Alvin, Kian Wei, Hong Wei, June, uMing and err, that's all I think. We went to arcade and wasted a lot of tokens. Later, the rest came... Lots of things happened, like Phyllis' brother came and gave us a slight headache. I prank-called a few people like Wendelyn. Lol, in Hong Wei's phone, Alvin's number was saved as Wendelyn's. Then, we called... Alvin was outside the room and then asked: "May I know who is this?" So damn funny! I played Uno most of the time. Then, at like 11+, we went to the girls' room and played TOD. We played one round and I was quietly sitting in the corner. No one realised I didn't go yet. But I went anyway... My dare was stupid. I failed the first time. I'm not saying what it is. We played till about 2+. After that, I played card games. Uno, with Hong Wei and Phyllis and Stress, with Hong Wei and Rebecca. Rebecca won the first game and she didn't win any game till don't know when. She play too fast and then, didn't notice the cards were same. I shout 'stress' and she shout 'shit'. After that, we either went to the beach or playground. Later in the morning, I woke up the whole group downstairs. Oh wait!! How could I forget!!!!!! I learnt how to make full use of Colgate. *Hint hint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yeah, then... When the Sun was up, we were playing cards again. Super boring! Then, had lunch and went swimming. I kept splashing water at the 3 girls - Phyllis, Eugenia and Tabitha. We played catching in the pool later on. Quite fun but too small an area to play in... Later, we went bowling. I was one of the worst. Yet, I almost had a strike! The last pin was shaky... Yeah, my luck isn't that good. Returned home later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, here's the interesting part... I came home and slept at 7.40, without my dinner. I don't know what happened after that... Here's what happened later (according to my mum): My mum tried to wake me up to eat dinner. But I was too sleepy. She gave up and went to eat dinner with everyone. Next, my father finished his dinner and came to wake me up. Somehow and I don't know how, he gets me on my feet, walking. Next, I walk, walk and walk. And CRASH!!! I knocked straight into the wall. Ok, that's the story of how my ribcage and forehead is hurting like there's a bump. There is no bump... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today, organ exam... I screwed up the Improvisation. They 8 bars they gave me had only notes that were between C and F. Nothing more!! But I screwed up... It was C minor. I'll probably get a D (which is -1 point). Sight Playing was kinda easy. I mean easier than the ones we used to do in class. I might get a C (0 points). Hearing... I screwed up the first bar. I didn't get the chord right. I guess it would be C/D. My songs were quite fine... Might get As and Bs (2 and 1 point). I guess I can pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-4169286764901043139?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4169286764901043139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=4169286764901043139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/4169286764901043139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/4169286764901043139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/06/chalet.html' title='CHALET!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-7517982450620919209</id><published>2009-06-11T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:25:33.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid hols</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nearly two weeks of the holidays have passed and I haven't even started on the English assignment... It sucks! I hate it. It's really very stupid. Yesterday, I was watching Don't Forget the Lyrics. Then this person didn't know the lyrics. She called her backup dude to help her. He didn't know. Then, at the missing lyrics part, he chanted: I don't know the lyrics to this. And after that, he continued with a few lines. It was damn funny... I was laughing a lot. LATEST NEWS: Real Madrid signs Cristiano Ronaldo! I'm not very pleased. Why does he want to join such a club? They had a terrible season. And the manager is solving his problems by signing players? It's just dumb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-7517982450620919209?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7517982450620919209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=7517982450620919209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7517982450620919209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7517982450620919209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupid-hols.html' title='Stupid hols'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-1528874420476089321</id><published>2009-06-10T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:02:14.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLEH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Holidays are super boring! On Monday, we made Gulab Jamun. It's an Indian sweet and all Indian sweets are super super sweet. Not like those normal sweets... Anyway, here are pics of me making them... Actually, the pics don't include me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345574458287519026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6WsRcP00xc/Si9LpdKg9TI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tzFP3c8yuvE/s320/107_0735_2.THM" /&gt;That's the big big lump of *whatever*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345574454924178018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6WsRcP00xc/Si9LpQoocmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ce--a2l6e8c/s320/107_0736_2.THM" /&gt;Made into small balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345574452805575010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6WsRcP00xc/Si9LpIvhIWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DSkCk3tIx8o/s320/107_0737.THM" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And frying them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-1528874420476089321?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1528874420476089321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=1528874420476089321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/1528874420476089321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/1528874420476089321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/06/bleh.html' title='BLEH'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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/_v6WsRcP00xc/Si9LpdKg9TI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tzFP3c8yuvE/s72-c/107_0735_2.THM' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883331564813623883.post-3904970431485930603</id><published>2009-06-07T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:34:26.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another boring day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, nothing much lar... Nothing special happened, I suppose. Yesterday, during music lesson, the teacher revealed something to us. She told us which song she would choose if she were our examiner. I faced the hated truth. For me, she said she would pick Trumpeter's Serenade or Golliwog's Cakewalk. Geez... Those two are truly the songs I hate. But they're easier than the rest I have. But Salad Song is the best piece I can produce to my examiners. Damn it! Yesterday was a scary day... There's another reason why I say yesterday was a scary day. If you wanna know, ask me... politely. It's something I shouldn't be talking about publicly cos I had shudders down my spine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-3904970431485930603?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/3904970431485930603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=3904970431485930603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3904970431485930603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3904970431485930603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-boring-day.html' title='Another boring day...'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-4370059784489602270</id><published>2009-06-04T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:47:06.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was super boring... I really wanted to go out. Anywhere! I was on msn, facebook like almost the whole day. I woke up at like 10.20 cos someone called. I don't know who... When I was about to pick up the call, the person cut the call. I was supposed to sleep longer lor! Then, I went online. Later, ate breakfast at about 11.45am. Stayed online till about 1+ and then went to play XBOX. I stopped playing when my fingers were tired. That was about 4.45pm. Went to bathe and then, ate lunch... I'm eating meals very late. But I had dinner at 7.05pm. It's considered super early. K, I'm yawning luh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-4370059784489602270?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4370059784489602270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=4370059784489602270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/4370059784489602270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/4370059784489602270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/06/boring-day.html' title='boring day...'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-2055123315825205795</id><published>2009-06-03T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:39:35.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMO Open</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today's SMO was super lame... I finished my guessing at like 10.50. Actually, I was supposed to get one question correct lor. I worked out the thing... But then... I transfer error. Supposed to be 500 but I put 600... DAMN! Then, like, last 15 mins, I very bored. I go write and write and write. Write what? Write the following...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Paper so hard! Can die leh... Why did I sign up for Open category? Big regret!!! What is Σ? What is tan, sin, cos, etc? Time now 11.53... Argh! I wanted to sleep but not sleepy. Mrs Chui just walked past. Hope she didn't see what I'm writing. So many people ponned today. Haikal, Andy, Jerome, Gerald, Kyoung Eun, Tan Rong... Wah piang eh... How I wish I could just skip the Open! $8 wasted but not a big deal. I think Mrs Chui is staring at me from up there. I guess she must be wondering why I'm writing non-stop. Time is 11.57, 8 more mins... Joshua has been tossing tiny stuff up. I don't know what it is. I think they're tiny pieces from his eraser. I should have started writing this long ago to kill time. 11.59! 6 minutes... No one around seems to be writing, except a handful from the other side of the hall (seniors). It's noon! 5 minutes, 1/12 hour, 300 seconds. Chang Joon is so far away. I mean he's two tables behind. Kyoung Eun never come so the table behind is empty. I turn behind and I see Mr Teo, Mrs Chui and Dr Hang. There are other teachers walking down the aisles. Alright 2 more mins, 120 seconds. Absolutely no one writing anymore. My hand's hurting but I'm not gonna stop till the guy says stop writing. 1 more min anyway... Can tahan for 60 seconds. Ok, time's up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After SMO, went Gerald's house and played wii... Played at the playground before that. It reminded me of Rosyth dudes. We played almost everyday after school. Soccer with the bottle was fun. Teachers kept walking by and scolded us... Good old days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-2055123315825205795?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2055123315825205795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=2055123315825205795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/2055123315825205795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/2055123315825205795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/06/smo-open.html' title='SMO Open'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-3992910308111608505</id><published>2009-06-02T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:59:56.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMO and other stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I realised that I didn't post about my CAP score and GPA. CAP is 4.36 and GPA is 4.19... Today's SMO was super hard and the Math Olympiad teacher (one of those who wrote the Ten Year Series 1995-2004 SMO book) said that today's paper was the hardest he's seen in his 10 years of experience in Math Olympiad. WTH... Tomorrow's open will be ultra hard. I regret registering for that. I only solved one question in the 2007 and 2008 books so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-3992910308111608505?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/3992910308111608505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=3992910308111608505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3992910308111608505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3992910308111608505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/06/smo-and-other-stuff.html' title='SMO and other stuff'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-4064561188055445961</id><published>2009-05-30T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:42:45.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes! Monsters win!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, humans went to GV to watch Monsters vs Aliens. Some of the humans were Gerald, Jerome and I. Two monsters joined three of us and they are Amelia and Eunice. First, we went to Subway. Seriously, we are going to Subway too often. Oh, anyway, I asked the person there to give me lettuce, tomato and cucumber but then, that stupid idiot put all inside. But being myself, I hate to argue and ask them to remove the extra unwanted veggies. If Jerome was there, he'd have pulled me with him and ordered them to remove the stuff I didn't ask for. Before we could sit down to eat, movie was gonna start le... So we rushed to the theatre with the food. The movie was damn damn funny. You seriously should watch it. It was so much funnier than Night at the Museum 2. After the movie, we went to arcade. First, we played table soccer. It was a waste. We do the oh-ya-bey-ya-some and it was Amelia and I vs Gerald and Eunice. Then the stupid Amelia made me take defence. She midfield and striker. Please lar! Even in real life, I play offensive midfield or striker only. As a result, the score read 5-0 at the end of about 1 min. After that, I played mostly racing games. It was the funnest game around. Then, got this game... Me and Jerome playing. But then, we realised that it was 4-player so two other people down there. During the race, got this part I was ramming into Jerome's car. At the end, we didn't know who reach the line first. It was super close. Cars fighting and you don't know who won. But turned out that the results were in perfect order from right to left. Jerome 1st, me 2nd, the next guy 3rd and the last guy 4th. Oh btw, holidays started!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-4064561188055445961?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4064561188055445961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=4064561188055445961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/4064561188055445961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/4064561188055445961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/05/yes-monsters-win.html' title='Yes! Monsters win!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-175145258434600860</id><published>2009-05-29T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:20:48.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, numerous things happened... I wanted to play soccer so badly but then, the seniors were using the courts most of the time and some people also don't want to play. I remember a few days before the exams, I was on a scoring spree. I played 3 games in a day and scored hat-tricks for all. That was probably my best day of soccer ever. But today, I was totally off. 4 games, 1 hat-trick... Then, while we were playing once, Gerald suddenly came and said we needed to go theatrette. Waste of time sia! We went there to get our English Journals, exam papers and Readers' Digest. Gah! Anyways, I got 45/60 for my journal. I'm part of the worse half of the class. The first five components, I scored straight 7s upon 10s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Later, we got back our progress reports. I check espace and found that mine was 4.19 but that was GPA, not CAP. CAP was 4.36! YES! French pulled up my CAP like... nothing. After school, we went to Subway again. Oh, before that, we went Timezone but got chased out cos we were wearing sch uni. That's all, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-175145258434600860?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/175145258434600860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=175145258434600860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/175145258434600860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/175145258434600860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last Day of School'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-1353637501284340658</id><published>2009-05-28T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:45:21.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, we went somewhere for our Post-Exam Activities. Marina or something like that... I learnt a lot of things today. Most of them were not related to what we were supposed to learn. An example... I never knew that the waters in front of Esplanade belonged to the Singapore River. Epic, I know... We went to a lot of places like Suntec, Millenia Walk and CityLink Mall. At the end of the day, BORING! It seriously sucked. I don't wanna talk about it. Just that some parts were a bit interesting... About 10.30am, we went to MAC. YAY! Then, got this part... Damn sick! Yan Hao was holding his booklet and then he was swinging like a fan. Then, later he hit the facilitator's butt. Super funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, when we came back to school, we had to stay back for History drama. Our group had the shortest one but most cutest simply cos Gerald and I wore pink under-sized hairbands. Then, after all the groups presented, Shao Wei wanted his individual script to be dramatised. Loser sia! He got no team spirit lor. After he did his group's presentation, he wants the whole group to act out his script. Then later, he was tearing up his script. Sucker... Jerome went near him, didn't say a word... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He earned a punch in the stomach. Hear this again. Little nerd punches big kid for no apparent reason. Later, Jerome confront him but he didn't say anything. He just ran away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are some reasons why Yan Hao rocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Intellectual ability - He accelerated Maths to Year 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Awesome aiming - He throw a whiteboard marker to the teacher and landed it straight on her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ambitious desires to touch people at the wrong places - You know what I'm talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ultra sporty - Top class goalkeeper... I shall not say more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Looks very smart - He tucks in his T-shirt like an intelligent man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are some reasons why Shao Wei sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Troubles everyone - He gives everyone problems because of his size. It's hard to communicate with him. We can't see tiny nerdy electrons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Signature action - That stupid sweat thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Doesn't understand English - We ask him to get lost but he doesn't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sabotage others with his loud voice - If he has a problem, he will not tell the teacher. Instead, he will announce loudly: "Julian, stop eating in class!" Those kinda shit... (I don't eat in class btw.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He flirts with the wrong people - M09102 people, you should know what I'm talking about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll extend the list if I can... Oh shucks! I was supposed to take dozens of pics over the past two days but the battery cannot come out. So cannot charge... So, die lar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-1353637501284340658?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1353637501284340658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=1353637501284340658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/1353637501284340658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/1353637501284340658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/05/pea.html' title='PEA'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-6063296997343727924</id><published>2009-05-27T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:26:27.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM 2!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First thing we had in class was an unwanted workshop. Social graces and etiquette workshop... It was boring. But then, the presenter was quite sick. She touched people at wrong places. Then, got this part - she showed the boys how to cross their legs when sitting on a chair and then she was wearing a skirt somemore. But I DIDN'T see anything. Then, got this workshop about being polite, etc... How to shake people's hands and other rubbish. It was boring again. But the presenter was a bit more interesting. Both workshops were from the same company but different content. One was more of content and the other was more practical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, after a break, we had a public speaking workshop. First, the person chose someone to come up and choose a random number. The number determined the topic you had to speak about. When you're done, you have to choose a friend to go up. Eunice sabo me. Oh yeah, it was supposed to be Jerome but apparently, Hiu Fung, Jerome and I changed our names. So I had to go. My topic was something about Singlish. I forgot what it exactly was. Anyway, I had quite a few points to speak about but the whole class kept laughing at almost every sentence I said. I couldn't control my laughter. A while later, Shao Wei had to go up. He was the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. He requests for time to think - 2 mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. He speaks half a sentence - 3 seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. He thinks for a while - 30 seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4. He completes his sentence - 1 second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5. He thinks for a while - 4 mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;6. He tells the person that he would like to change his topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Observe how much of our precious time was wasted because of him. Also note the ratio of time taken to think : time taken to speak. He got a new topic anyway. It was about teenagers and serious relationships. He spoke about 2 sentences and ended off by saying: "Therefore, I think that teenagers should not be involved in too many relationships." So they can get into a few relationships? This was the funniest thing he said. Anyway, later, the person asked everyone to speak publicly about himself/herself cos some of the topics in the person's list were too confusing for the pupil. I was probably the one who spoke for the longest period. But again, I was laughing a lot. I was basically talking crap. For instance, I talked about the canteen being a nice place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay! I'm done with school. Eh wait... There was this talk by the police after the public-speaking. Basically, they covered everything we already know. Alright... After school, I went to Vivo with Jerome and Andy. We watched Night at the Museum 2. Great movie! Quite funny but not that much... There was a really funny part where this guy tells two monkeys to slap the common enemy(the bad guy) instead of each other and then, the monkeys slapped him. After the movie, Andy needed to return home. Jerome and I went to Subway... and we ate heartily like there was no tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-6063296997343727924?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/6063296997343727924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=6063296997343727924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/6063296997343727924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/6063296997343727924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-at-museum-2.html' title='NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM 2!!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-5622474179474048439</id><published>2009-05-26T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:25:25.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>French and MO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've got mixed feelings about French and MO. For French, I got 128/150 and 23/40 for MO. I was quite elated when I got my French paper. I thought it was simply impossible. I spent so little time revising. And all that I had revised had no relation to any question in the paper. I had to rely solely on memory and luck. The last page of the paper was simply a killer. I got 3/11 for one of the sections. Anyway, I didn't do badly for the rest of the paper so I managed to get a not so bad score... 85%! Whoops, did I say I was highest? Apparently, I haven't... Alright, you're in for a surprise - I'm highest!! WHOO!!!!!!!! That was lame. Yep,  I was highest for the second consecutive paper. Second highest was 120 and third was 117 and fourth was 116.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now for Math Olympiad... I aimed for 25 but got 24. There was a mistake and it became 23. What if I hadn't been so honest? I regret what I did... Honesty doesn't pay. I really wish I had kept my mouth shut. I'm not really that happy with MO. But the good thing is I BEAT ANDY! It's normal... He used to be quite pro at Maths. He got Platinum for SMOPS but his colours are fading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Later in the morning, we watched a french movie. It's called Taxi 2. It was absolutely marvellous. But the glamour was stolen because there were no subtitles. So pathetic! It was really interesting but nvm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-5622474179474048439?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5622474179474048439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=5622474179474048439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5622474179474048439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5622474179474048439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/05/french-and-mo.html' title='French and MO'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-685038803367823017</id><published>2009-05-25T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:27:06.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like cursing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was script-checking for my main papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;English: 19/25 (paper i) + 16½/25 (paper ii) = 34½/50 Better than I had expected!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maths: 13/15 + 26/40 = 39/55.. :( This was my worst result. I mean the most hated. Didn't expect so low and not supposed to get so low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;History: 32/40 Okay lar but not up to expectations. But I didn't revise so it's acceptable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first bio paper: 24½/40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bio II (Basics of Cell Biology): 25/50 This was the worst result but I have good news and bad news. The good news: I passed. The bad: I am one of the lowest in the level... probably the lowest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Physics: 53½/70 Yes!! So much improvement from the 24½/45! But it's about average now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel like shouting 'shit' so loud. If I could, I would replace 'shit' with another four-letter word. ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-685038803367823017?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/685038803367823017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=685038803367823017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/685038803367823017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/685038803367823017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-like-cursing.html' title='I feel like cursing...'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-8518440486896081794</id><published>2009-05-23T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:36:08.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mammy! It's over!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday was really quite fun. I was supposed to join... Wait! Before that, Gerald, Amelia, Tan Rong, Eunice and Hui Min are not allowed to read this post. Or they will kill me. Okay, so the 5 of you, scram! Read the next post, not this. Alright, so I was supposed to join Gerald and the four girls for a lunch, movie, and other stuff. But, it was all pre-planned (with Jerome) that I won't go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then, Jerome came to my house yesterday. I met him at MRT, got meals from KFC (coincidentally, they also ate KFC) and came home to eat. Then, Jerome took so much trouble to finish up his food but he eventually did. Later, we played PGR 2 on X-Box and Winning 11 after that. After that, he use my laptop and went to notdoppler.com and played this impossible quiz. It was damn damn funny and obviously quite difficult. You should try it... Oh yeah, while playing X-Box, Gerald called and after a few minutes, Eunice called and not long later, Tan Rong called. Gerald smsed Jerome and asked for my house number earlier. Anyway, when each of them called, Jerome picked up the phone, imitated a father's voice and told each of them that I had gone out to meet my friends. They really believed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, later, we went to Timezone and played a lot. It was the funn-est part of the day. We played Street Basketball, Pinball, Bowling and some game which has no name. Bowling was really damn funny. We were supposed to roll the ball. But I started throwing... Then later, Jerome also threw the ball. And then, got this man standing nearby... He got a shock and was staring at Jerome. Basketball was probably the best part of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After playing, we went to SweetTalk to buy a drink. The previous time I went there, I pissed one person off. I ordered a drink and waited a while and ran off. But this time, the person wasn't there. So I could buy my drink without fear. That's about all for yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today, we went to music class and I realised that I am slacking too much. Later, my sis and I decided to check out the Circle Line. It was open to public today. Wait, I mean... It was FOC to public. It was like open house today. Then, we went from Serangoon to Bishan. The train is a lot smaller than the usual ones. And it's more cool. But, I won't be using it much. Oh yeah, then we went to KFC for lunch again. I had exactly the same thing as yesterday. On the way back, we went to SweetTalk but I saw that lady!! I scooted off. I didn't need any drink. SCARY! That April Fools' trick was kinda daring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-8518440486896081794?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8518440486896081794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=8518440486896081794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8518440486896081794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8518440486896081794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/05/mammy-its-over.html' title='Mammy! It&apos;s over!!!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-5815012424486183621</id><published>2009-05-21T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:18:53.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The biggest joke!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know I promised to show the thing which my sis and I made for mum and expose the biggest joke. But I can't find the camera... Ahh! I was asking my sis where the camera was. She didn't know. After searching for 5 mins, I asked her when the last time she used it was. Then, she said: "Oh, you were asking about camera, ah? It's inside that bag." What was I asking about? Nvm... Anyway, here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338262801254533474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6WsRcP00xc/ShVRvAJ1SWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/i-0Md0F2R1E/s320/Mother%27s+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm wondering if the cool mom should be barbecued, steamed, fried, grilled or baked. Give me ideas... I have no idea how on earth this happened. But I felt that we should execute the instructions provided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday, we went to church for the feast of The Ascension. 40 days after Easter, if I'm not wrong. Then, after mass, I followed Augustine and Maverick cos they were having dinner but I didn't eat cos my dinner was waiting at home. Then we were talking about the car getting destroyed when it hits Augustine while Augustine will be standing there as though nothing happened. So evil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today, something similar happened... After mass, I went with Augustine, Matthew and Bervyn cos they were eating dinner. But again, I didn't eat. In the end, only Bervyn was eating. Then, the jokes again... Matthew was telling us how somebody mispronounced his sister's name. It was seriously damn funny. I choked on my drink. But I'm still alive. Later, went home and here I am now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-5815012424486183621?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5815012424486183621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=5815012424486183621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5815012424486183621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5815012424486183621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/05/biggest-joke.html' title='The biggest joke!!!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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/_v6WsRcP00xc/ShVRvAJ1SWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/i-0Md0F2R1E/s72-c/Mother%27s+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883331564813623883.post-7287574359745488727</id><published>2009-05-18T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:13:27.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 down, 1 to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yay!! So excited... Tomorrow will be the day when I will be relieved of all my stress, anxiety and worries. Exams will be over!!! French left but I seriously don't know what will be tested. Gah... Anyway, today's Math Olympiad was quite easy. Not that easy but easier than I expected... I'm quite sure I can pass but I'm aiming 30/40. Oh yeah, remember my sis and I made something for Mama's Day? I noticed something in it... I'll take a pic and probably post it up here tomorrow. It's really funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-7287574359745488727?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7287574359745488727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=7287574359745488727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7287574359745488727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7287574359745488727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/05/6-down-1-to-go.html' title='6 down, 1 to go'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-7804479023875040728</id><published>2009-05-17T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:11:52.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's fail Maths Olympiad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whee... I think I'm ready to fail Maths Olympiad. Even if I revised, I'd still fail. No hope... Yesterday, we went to someone's house. When we were there, there was this cute little toddler. He was super funny. All the other kids were more or less well-behaved till he came. He pulled down his pants and showed off his superior quality diapers and he almost pulled down his diapers too. Then, there was a dog in the house which we never saw, cos it was upstairs and we didn't go there. This kid cried when the dog barked loudly and his parents told him to behave or "bow bow" will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This morning, church and the usual stuff... Lunch and dinner have been super funny. Everyone laughing entirely because of me. I started laughing first... Wish me luck for my remaining papers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-7804479023875040728?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7804479023875040728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=7804479023875040728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7804479023875040728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7804479023875040728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-fail-maths-olympiad.html' title='Let&apos;s fail Maths Olympiad!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-3981208948876224394</id><published>2009-05-15T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:45:48.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Exams are over: 1. if I hadn't taken French and just continued with Malay and 2. if I had rejected that offer to join Maths Olympiad. But no... Exams aren't over. Maths Olympiad on Monday and French on Tuesday. I don't really care about Maths Olympiad cos I don't think I wanna include it in CAP computation. Anyway, I failed the common test for MO - 12/30. But French is kinda important. I have done quite okay in French so far. I don't wanna let it go to waste. Hopefully, it will pull up my CAP. Yesterday was Bio... Uh, I am dead. No, that should be future tense. So it's supposed to be I will be dead. There were some stuff I really didn't know cos I didn't revise or I didn't understand why that question came out. There was this graph where the point, on the x axis, did not start from 0. They asked us why. Like how the hell would we know????? Physics today was relatively easy. But I can't guarantee that I will do well. Good luck to me luh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Elsewhere&lt;/u&gt;, weird things are happening... I wonder if everyone encounter incidents like I do. Sometimes I really can't understand some people. I feel like calling some of them retarded. No more details... You can try replacing the word "elsewhere" with another word or phrase. I'm not telling though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-3981208948876224394?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/3981208948876224394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=3981208948876224394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3981208948876224394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3981208948876224394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-week.html' title='this week...'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-2831486070577698288</id><published>2009-05-13T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:44:24.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams, stress and headaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday, I was one of the lucky few who managed to escape the mother tongue exam. So, I stayed at home and did... revision! Only a bit... Today was Maths but I seriously never knew we needed a calculator. I got owned!! But luckily Mrs Chui lent me one. Oh ya! Talking about getting owned, Benjamin got owned like mad yesterday!! The paper was 1½ hours and he arrived 45 minutes late. But not his fault la... The bus late mah! Then, he didn't get extra time. Poor thing... Tomorrow is bio and Friday, physics. Next week is maths olympiad and french... ~SIAN~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-2831486070577698288?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2831486070577698288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=2831486070577698288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/2831486070577698288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/2831486070577698288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams-stress-and-headaches.html' title='Exams, stress and headaches'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-8013062389663800581</id><published>2009-05-09T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:41:22.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vesak Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Vesak Day... to anyone celebrating it. Hmm, today I found it hard to wake up. It was 6.30 leh... We went to church for some family day carnival. So boring... Seriously!! The parents got to play some game while we settled for nothing! We had to make cards for Mama's day. BORING! Nvm... Went out for dinner, um, cos tmr's mama's day. We went to Delhi Restaurant. The food there is great, if you order the right stuff. Kashmiri Naan is best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh yeah! Yesterday was my first exam papers in NUS High. English essay was medium-hard, compre - medium-easy and History was medium. There was lots to memorise for History. I'm so glad it's over. But exams are far from over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Other news... I lost my phone!! And it rained during X-country so we didn't have to run! Yay!! Okay, bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-8013062389663800581?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8013062389663800581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=8013062389663800581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8013062389663800581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/8013062389663800581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/05/vesak-day.html' title='Vesak Day'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-5405757513141052135</id><published>2009-04-29T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:40:39.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad luck these days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dang! Tomorrow is cross-country... And it's 3.5km, not 3.2km! I'm recovering from a terrible fever which began on Saturday. On Saturday, we (sis and I) went to music lesson and then, suddenly I started feeling damn cold... as in seriously very cold. After a while, I got a headache. But after that, we were supposed to go to Novena Church but I really needed to go home and rest. But my parents didn't relent. Then later, when my mum touched my forehead, it was not just warm. It was super hot. Later, we returned home and the fever was confirmed after taking temp. The next day, my temp shot up to 39.6 and so we went to doctor. But when the doc took the temp, it was only 38.4. The doc gave pills for fever and sore throat, antibiotics and cough syrup. She also very stingy - only gave one day MC. But Monday sounded so fun. There was PE, CCA, English (teacher didn't come) and History. Yesterday, we... Nothing interesting happened actually... Today, we had the temp-taking exercise. The teachers forgot to get us to do warm-ups though... Lame! Ahh then there was the swine flu (probably gotten into me too or did I start a worldwide pandemic?). I seriously don't feel well enough to run for tomorrow. Jerome has pledged to walk all the way. I should join him... OK! Tata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-5405757513141052135?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5405757513141052135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=5405757513141052135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5405757513141052135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5405757513141052135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-luck-these-days.html' title='Bad luck these days'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-2125861395623712329</id><published>2009-04-20T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:37:46.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loyal customers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yep, I'm a loyal customer. It's like we go to Subway almost everyday after school - the one at vivo... Mayo's post reminded of Subway. Now, I'm craving for that cookie. I failed the reading comprehension practice hopelessly. But Jerome, Chang Joon and Andy didn't do better. Talking about Andy, last week we went to Science Centre for Da Vinci programme. Then, there was this talk by some Permanent Head Damage (PhD) dude. Then he was talking about a monkey named Andy. I forgot what exactly it was. But he said the monkey was spelt as A-N-D-i, reverse of iDNA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dot dot dot... Gotta go now! Got a lot of homework. For instance, French - 8 pages, English - reading compre, chem - three pieces of work, music - 16 bars of my arrangement. I seriously wanna stop my organ. I have no hope of passing the coming exam. I don't even wanna register. Oh yeah, I was supposed to go. Bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-2125861395623712329?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2125861395623712329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=2125861395623712329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/2125861395623712329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/2125861395623712329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/04/loyal-customers.html' title='loyal customers'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-723235943612755851</id><published>2009-03-29T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:59:25.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50th post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yep, the title says it all. But less than a min ago, some red liquid was flowing out from my left nostril. That liquid is called blood. I'm still holding a tissue. Now, it's stuck in my nostril. I was about to post when I felt like I couldn't breathe fully. Then, the smell of blood came...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok, new topic... Last week was common test week. Maths was easy but two careless mistakes caused me to get only 28/30. Then, Bio, Physics and Chem was like super hard. Actually, Chem wasn't that hard. It was so-so and I already know I've made some errors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bye for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-723235943612755851?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/723235943612755851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=723235943612755851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/723235943612755851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/723235943612755851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/03/50th-post.html' title='50th post!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-9050336085278188998</id><published>2009-03-17T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:11:35.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I lost my match (again). It reminded me of last year's tragic losses to Maris Stella and Si Ling. It is damn annoying when you're capable of winning but do not win. Again, I played three sets. The first set went to me, 21-19. I was like trailing my opponent (from ACS) almost the whole set when I suddenly came from behind and beat him to the set point. The next two games went off to him. I felt I could win but he did not give me a chance. He made a lot of costly errors too. He could easily smash and smash as in at a point when I can never get it. But most of them did not cross the net. If only... I had a second chance. Anyway, before my game, I watched Abdur (a year 2 guy in badminton) play a shortie. Abdur thought he was blessed to be playing a little guy and decided to be sporting. That was a very costly error. He went down in straight sets in just about 15 minutes. Brandon, Jens and Kiona also crashed out in the first round. Basically, NUS High is completely out of the tournament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-9050336085278188998?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/9050336085278188998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=9050336085278188998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/9050336085278188998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/9050336085278188998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/03/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment...'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-4221568766344720829</id><published>2009-03-12T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:40:12.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B - U - S - Y ... BUSY!!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry one and all!! I haven't posted for about a month already. Let's just talk about today. Well, first we had our English personal recount essay. Then, we did filing for Maths. 90% of the class forgot to bring Maths file so we were forced to buy a new one. Later, we had Da Vinci and we were making slimes. So fun! As in like it was seriously that slime thing. Nothing much to talk about... Well, next week is school holiday. Monday is free, Tuesday got competition, Wednesday got French, Thursday is free and Friday got Chemistry. And the week after that is CT week. So scary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-4221568766344720829?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4221568766344720829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=4221568766344720829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/4221568766344720829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/4221568766344720829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/03/b-u-s-y-busy.html' title='B - U - S - Y ... BUSY!!!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-5413292061423825542</id><published>2009-02-15T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:26:26.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!! I mean belated... But I'll start with Friday first... Friday was kinda ok but cca was said to be the first formal training this year. GOSH!!!! Those words almost killed me. First, we did warm-ups but I was late for it because of the Math Olympiad teacher who released us all late. Anyway, after that... the year 1s got individual buddies from the year 3s &amp;amp; 4s. I was the luckiest cos the coach thinks I'm the best year 1 so I got the captain. He's quite a nice guy and cute. His name is Luke, if I spelled it correctly. So we did lobbing, drop/lifts and smashing with our buddy. He owned me in lobbing. For drop/lifts, it was quite the same. Then, smashing - he's supposed to thrash me like mad but he didn't use full strength and ended up getting owned. Anyway, during the lobbing, the coach bullied the year 1s. She put a chair in the middle of the court for us to use our racquet to touch after each lob. It was doomed day! For the drop/lifts, we had to do the same after each drop. DIE again! But for smashing, she spared us. Then the finale was something terrible again. We had to take huge HUGE and I mean seriously HUGE (to the limit) steps. Can bend the knee but it had to be seriously huge steps. My thigh screamed... And the worse thing to come after doing that was star-jumps. Yes, we had to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok, now for yesterday... Nothing interesting happened actually. Today, um, nothing too... Oh yeah, we had Math common test on Friday. It looked easy and I'm hoping for a perfect score. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-5413292061423825542?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5413292061423825542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=5413292061423825542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5413292061423825542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5413292061423825542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-5102349018097630661</id><published>2009-02-11T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:32:31.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, yesterday was my 13th year on Earth. In school, I had to give everyone chocs cos... well, cos I am nice. And then, when I offered Mrs Genius, she declined but ordered the whole class to sing me a birthday song. What the ...??? I was Year 1! And the class was singing me a birthday song... Next... Oh yeah! *SMSes* Kye Jing was first to send me a message. Then, Gerald, Phyllis, etc... Last to send me was MR RAMKUMAR S/O MOHAN! Nvm, then the egoistic club gave me a Fila tee shirt as present. So nice... Then, French class was damn funny. The teacher was singing Happy Birthday in French. And he was the only one... So paiseh! Anyway, got nice presents and nice CAKE. Tiramisu flavoured... Ok, that's all about yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-5102349018097630661?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5102349018097630661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=5102349018097630661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5102349018097630661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/5102349018097630661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-me.html' title='Happy Birthday ME!'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-6689323076198614129</id><published>2009-01-30T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:06:43.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, we finally started CCA. Oh yeah, I forgot to say... I got badminton. Today's training was 99.99% tiring and 0.01% painful. First, we were asked to show off our skills (selection). But, unfortunately, several people were _ _ _ _ _ _. The word is too strong to be used. Those people included, Zheng Huan, Tan Rong and Eunice. That meant that I was the only one from 102. After that, we had to run and hit the imaginary shuttlecock to train stamina. Then, the coach bullied me!!! I had to lob 300 times for 3 people, 100 times for each one. My hand was gonna die! Ok, let's talk about the coach. It's a scary, stern and strict "she" from China who doesn't speak any English. I'm getting bored of China coaches. Later, we could rest a little but the finale was 100 push-ups! DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I realise I've been spending too much. My wallet is getting lighter and lighter. Today, in all, I spent $5.60 (2 Sportades, 1 Apple Juice, 1 Chicken Chop) in the canteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-6689323076198614129?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/6689323076198614129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=6689323076198614129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/6689323076198614129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/6689323076198614129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/01/cca.html' title='CCA'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-7262880194907171501</id><published>2009-01-25T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:53:38.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Argh, I'm cracking my head over a bio project. How am I supposed to make a model of the human digestive system?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I just wanted to share this video. It's seriously very touching... and sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSkWNwXA73Y"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSkWNwXA73Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-7262880194907171501?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7262880194907171501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=7262880194907171501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7262880194907171501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/7262880194907171501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-would-you-do.html' title='What would you do?'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-2922449313321275523</id><published>2009-01-22T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:32:07.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, I haven't posted for 8 days. Sorry, I really am very busy. K, nothing much happening in school. We're getting in-class assignments, take-home assignments and quizzes so far. Then, French lesson is super fun cos the teacher is really funny. Eg, he says something in French and asks the class to repeat. Later, he asks, "What does this mean?" (in French)... But we repeat: "What does this mean?" Math is probably the most fun period because of the most fun teacher. Bio is worst... I just don't really like the teacher. Today, we went for a Maths Olympiad selection test. It was quite easy, compared to past Olympiad competition questions. That's all for now, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh yeah, yesterday... We went to some aviation place where they train pilots. There were two simulators. One was turntable and the other was vertifuge. Vertifuge sounded more interesting but I got stuck in turntable group. Well, turntable is they put you in a cupboard-kinda thing and spin you around. You won't know that you're spinning when you're at like 10 revolutions per min. So dizzy... They are supposed to disorient me. But they succeeded... sadly. And tomorrow, most of the RI, HCI, Wendelyn, Jun Jet and I will be flooding the Rosyth staffroom! K, I'm gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-2922449313321275523?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2922449313321275523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=2922449313321275523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/2922449313321275523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/2922449313321275523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/01/french.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-4765537898991407882</id><published>2009-01-14T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:15:11.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusual day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wait... Why isn't anyone tagging? Is it because I'm not posting? You can't blame me. I'm either lazy to sign in or I'm busy. Today was quite interesting. First, we had to do spring-cleaning because CNY is coming. After that, we had English. At first, I thought it would be boring cos the teacher prepared a ppt and asked us what was the purpose of languages and what it would be like without languages. Sounded boring cos it had no connection to our learning. But later, she divided the class in two and asked each side to write various types of texts in life on the board. The side with more types will win. Then, one of ours was dictionary. The other side wrote chinese dictionary. The unfair teacher accepted chinese dictionary and then, I began "scolding" the teacher. I complained in chinese. And everyone started laughing hard. I was complaining in chinese in an english class!! Anyway, later was maths... Later, we went to the audi for a briefing on what we would be doing in the da vinci programme. It's just a name but in the programme, we learn nothing connected to da vinci. We learn stuff like pollution and then, go to science centre and places like that for some weird reason. During the briefing, Jerome and Andy were super mean. They used a tiny piece of paper, pretended to be someone else and wrote a love letter to two girls. Super funny!!! Not many were listening to the briefing actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-4765537898991407882?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4765537898991407882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=4765537898991407882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/4765537898991407882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/4765537898991407882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/01/unusual-day.html' title='Unusual day'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-3687855188171354203</id><published>2009-01-08T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:58:45.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, I found out the outcome of my application to change mother tongue. It is not approved. What can I do? If only I chose French as third... Alright, I don't really care about Chinese as third language now. Anyway, we saw chem teacher today. Gave us homework... sadly. I think the most interesting teacher so far would be Mrs Chui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-3687855188171354203?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/3687855188171354203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=3687855188171354203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3687855188171354203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/3687855188171354203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/01/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-2325563910045169713</id><published>2009-01-07T16:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:41:16.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, I haven't posted for a while. Today is the earliest day that we were dismissed so far. There's no more orientation, if I'm not wrong. We started lessons today. For Math, it was super high-tech and cool. Our teacher has this software on her laptop. Tablet PC actually... And she gave us each a "remote control" kinda thing. So, she flashed a question for the whole class to see and we'll answer with the "remote control". But the questions were tough. We didn't know what was rational, irrational numbers and other stuff too. We had to make a guess for some. And with that software thing, she can see everyone's score. Guess what? I was among the top few. 5th or 6th - can't remember... NO!!! I'm not a genius. Our English teacher was boring. She made us create our own rules. That's all. We don't know any other teachers yet. I don't think there's any other interesting happening today. Oh yes! We have homework!!! It's the first-est lesson and we have Math homework. Shucks... Oh yes again! Our form/Math teacher announced to the whole class that she likes girls. We know what to expect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-2325563910045169713?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2325563910045169713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=2325563910045169713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/2325563910045169713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/2325563910045169713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/01/heya.html' title='heya'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-2755058100396745841</id><published>2009-01-02T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:37:36.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wait, yesterday first... Nothing much happened actually. We went to see my ultra-huge god family. They now have a new member in their team. He's 2-year-old Andre (I don't know how to spell his name). They adopted Andre actually. Anyway, my generous godparents gave us a huge bag filled with presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok, today... My sis and I woke up at 5pm. Whoops, I mean 5am. No, my sis woke up at 4.30am. See, she's more &lt;em&gt;kan chiong&lt;/em&gt; about school. Then, morning assembly was in the hall. It was so syiok! We didn't have to sing: "The boys and girls of Rosyth School..." It was national anthem and pledge only. After that, we had to endure Dr Hang. He's actually so much better than Celine Ng. Then, we went to our class. Hurray!!! I finally have a classroom on the first floor after 6 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Our mentor (teacher) is Mrs Chui. My mentor group (class) is 09102 (class 102 of 2009). Mrs Chui kept complaining that she was upset cos some irresponsible driver cut into her lane this morning. But she's a lame jokes teacher. Sounds firm and fierce but I think she's funny. After that, we endured super long talks. One of the talks was almost 2 hours long and had 117 slides in the ppt. After lunch, we had to endure our seniors and their talks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then, we received our tee and shoe bag. This year's theme is Jump In for orientation. So, our tee, shoe bag, water bottle and towel has "Jump In" printed on them. Btw, weiying... Don't complain that you guys went home late. We were supposed to be dismissed at 1.30 but we got dismissed at 4.40! My sis is pitiful... It's only her first day and she reached back at about  8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-2755058100396745841?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2755058100396745841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=2755058100396745841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/2755058100396745841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/2755058100396745841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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-7883331564813623883.post-513176970429790669</id><published>2008-12-29T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:52:28.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's good to be home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just came back from Malaysia... We went to Klang this time, instead of Petaling Jaya. I think because we had no close relative to stay with in PJ. So, we stayed with my granduncle and grandaunt. They were very hospitable. My granduncle always made me eat more than I usually do. It's SOP. Everyone does that... First they say: "Eh, Julian! Why so thin? Like your mother!! Must eat more." But my grandaunt wasn't that kind. She always said: "Don't force them la. Later, they'll lose their appetite."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Saturday, we left at about 5.30am but reached past noon because my dad took the wrong exit. Then, when we finally reached, my granduncle complained because my father didn't call when we were lost. "See la... You wasted &lt;strong&gt;wear n tear&lt;/strong&gt;, time, petrol, money, etc." Later was my four-year-old cousin's birthday in an A &amp;amp; W outlet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next day, we went to church in the morning. Then, we went to Tesco. This shopping centre had birds in it. Seriously, birds were flying inside. We went to Aunt Valerie's place for lunch, then Aunt Susan's place and finally, we went to PJ cos it was my grandaunt's 80th birthday. It was a big gathering. We saw some cousins from as far as England and Australia. Also saw my nephew (5) and niece (10) who performed funny magic tricks. The tricks were just too obvious to be called tricks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This morning, nothing happened... We went to see Uncle Martin and family for lunch. After that, we went to see Grandaunt Hilda. Then, we headed straight for Singapore. Omg, on the expressway back to Singapore, suddenly a monkey jumped out of nowhere and ran straight across the lanes. We almost ran over it. Fortunately, we didn't. Another car ran over that creature and it's now dead. Poor Mr Monkey was a great animal. It never disturbed man till today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7883331564813623883-513176970429790669?l=coslifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/513176970429790669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7883331564813623883&amp;postID=513176970429790669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/513176970429790669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7883331564813623883/posts/default/513176970429790669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coslifesucks.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-good-to-be-home.html' title='it&apos;s good to be home...'/><author><name>le garçon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283278471342149136</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>
