<?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-31498896625185285</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:13:13.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not me, it's just you...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31498896625185285.post-5516172532530853249</id><published>2007-06-21T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T18:32:21.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Trng&lt;/span&gt; camp was quite horrible, but i endured it... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! The whole camp was like actually very tiring but keep trying to tell myself "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger". Will keep thinking about that. I'm too lazy to fill you in on the details of camp la, so ya... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-5516172532530853249?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/5516172532530853249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=5516172532530853249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/5516172532530853249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/5516172532530853249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/06/trng-camp-was-quite-horrible-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-5392294883116830269</id><published>2007-06-14T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T21:09:11.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went for a 5 day holiday and when i come back, i realise that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not as fit as i was before i went on the holiday. So when i went back for Thursday practice, i wanted to die... But at one point it was quite fun cause sir let us play hand ball. My team won! so we did the least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nagekomi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I managed to cross out some homework off my list! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! Still got some left though. I should go finish them now... BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-5392294883116830269?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/5392294883116830269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=5392294883116830269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/5392294883116830269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/5392294883116830269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-went-for-5-day-holiday-and-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-1381837672724967477</id><published>2007-06-07T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T18:48:06.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to watch the Men In White comedy. It's like so dumb! But for the sake of those who have not watched it yet, I will not be so cruel as to tell you what it was all about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have so much work to do! And i can't seem to make myself do it. It's piling up and time is running out. THE TRAGEDY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-1381837672724967477?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/1381837672724967477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=1381837672724967477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/1381837672724967477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/1381837672724967477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/06/yesterday-went-to-watch-men-in-white.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-9103352488034582064</id><published>2007-06-03T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T20:50:28.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! Saturday was fun! Went to the movies with Dion, Elaine, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt;, Si Hui, Carrie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jing&lt;/span&gt; Fang (i think that's all of them). Went to Mac for lunch (Oh my intake of calories...) then waited for ages until the bus came so can go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cathay&lt;/span&gt;... Oh, then some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; along Orchard kept pestering us to take their leaflets and what not (if you pretend to be on the phone, they tend to leave u alone!). Then just as we were about to cross the road, some guy scared &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jing&lt;/span&gt; Fang when he was trying to ask her to take his paper. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jing&lt;/span&gt; Fang didn't want it and went like "Save the Earth" or something and shoved the paper back into his hands... So funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt; 3! Honestly, i thought it was like very dumb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it didn't really have a plot or anything, but we just kept laughing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, my dad called and said he would fetch me home. Then a few seconds later, he called me to ask me to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dhoby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ghaut&lt;/span&gt; and walk to Plaza &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Singapura&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt;, he forgot that Cathay is not near Plaza Sing. anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole it was a fun day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;... but i need to stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt; so much junk food to stay healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-9103352488034582064?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/9103352488034582064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=9103352488034582064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/9103352488034582064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/9103352488034582064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/06/haha-saturday-was-fun-went-to-movies.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-4532551845926597930</id><published>2007-05-27T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T19:05:13.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm really starting to hate this June Holiday(after looking at my calendar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Almost every alternate day---training (Tues, Thurs, Sat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; June (maybe changing to 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; June)---Meet up with friends for Geography Project(Counting cars at Orchard Road =.=")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3)13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; June---(Chinese FPS group meeting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4)15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; June---(Maths Statistics group meeting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5)18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; June---Training Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6)23rd June---Grading Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, here's something cute for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; to read so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; will not feel depressed if u fail a test:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not the fault of the student if he fails, because the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;year ONLY&lt;/span&gt; has 365 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Typical academic year for a student:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Sundays - 52 Sundays in a year, you know Sundays are for rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Days left 313. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.Summer holidays - 50 where weather is very hot and difficult to study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Days left 263.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. 8 hours daily sleep -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 130 days GONE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Days left 141.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. 1 hour for daily playing- (good for health) means 15 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Days left 126.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. 2 hours daily for food &amp; other delicacies (chewing properly &amp;amp; swallowing) - means 30days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Days left 96.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. 1 hour for talking (man is a social animal) - means 15 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Days left 81.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Exam days - per year at least 35 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Days left 46.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Quarterly, half yearly and festival (holidays) - 40 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Days left 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. For sickness - at least 3 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Days left 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Movies and functions- at least 2 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 day left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That 1 day is your birthday. How can you study on that day ?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Balance = 0" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How can a student pass ?????"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-4532551845926597930?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/4532551845926597930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=4532551845926597930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/4532551845926597930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/4532551845926597930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-5709037862598923900</id><published>2007-05-24T21:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T21:54:52.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello world!&lt;/span&gt; I am happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; today is the last day of school/sabbaticals! !! Holidays start tomorrow!!! But somehow, i don't feel as excited as i used to in primary school. Perhaps it's because of HOMEWORK! you will not believe how much homework i have... seriously... My whole entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt; has been (is going to be) occupied by, meeting up to do projects, finishing homework, going for training/training camp, and going/studying for grading. Actually can dun study for grading also can la, but nevertheless, SO MUCH TO DO!!!! I'm just really stressed up now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;...  NEVER MIND! i will look on the positive side... On a lighter note, it will increase my knowledge of whatever topic my homework/project is on! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-5709037862598923900?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/5709037862598923900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=5709037862598923900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/5709037862598923900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/5709037862598923900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-world-i-am-happy-cuz-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-4660649818114145247</id><published>2007-05-22T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:31:55.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, for Malay Culture Appreciation, we went to Kampong Glam! :D First we went to the Heritage Centre to finish up some dumb dumb worksheet. It was this sort of quiz flowchart thingum... Then guess what the answer was... "TAHNIAH" supposedly congrats in Malay, as said by Justina. I dun know if it's true?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then next, we moved on to eat! We went to still stall that was selling nasi lemak for quite cheap, and it was wrapped like the dumpling we made last week. The portion was quite ok for so little money (Can't remember how much it costs though!) Then later we just went into the mosque to listen to some guy talk and i wasnt even listening, and appereantly the rest of the class also wasn't listening. Then we all just sit there and stone... Then the guy said we were a very good class (because we all didn't interrupt him since we didn't talk). Then we went to eat again! i had this orange flavoured ice cream and it was nice! Especially since it was really hot there. Then we went to "window shop". Of course, i didn't bother to buy anything. Then we came back to school to do the second sabbatical. I'm supposed to be doing now but i'm blogging.. NVM! That's why it's called sabbaticals, it's supposed to let us rest... Shall be guai and go finish my li jie wen da... (my sabbatical is chinese e-learning-don't ask me why i chose it) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-4660649818114145247?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/4660649818114145247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=4660649818114145247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/4660649818114145247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/4660649818114145247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-for-malay-culture-appreciation-we.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-6028482601884206328</id><published>2007-05-21T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T04:32:22.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the start of sabbaticals week! 1st part of the day, we had Malay Culture Appreciation Programme. The first class we had had this really nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cikgu&lt;/span&gt; who made food for us to try to get to know more about Malay food better. Actually it was his mother, so CREDITS TO HIS MUM! The food was really delicious man… Then the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; class was quite boring la, just listen to teacher talk and talk and talk… 3rd class also listen to teacher talk and talk, then watch video, then talk some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; part of the day was equally boring, but more slack. We had to go to Computer Lab 2 for Chinese e learning… BORING! So, on the whole, what I’m trying to say is that Sabbaticals week is going to suck this term…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-6028482601884206328?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/6028482601884206328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=6028482601884206328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/6028482601884206328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/6028482601884206328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-was-start-of-sabbaticals-week-1st.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-3976662902528065577</id><published>2007-05-18T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T06:51:05.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HI EVERYONE! I AM VERY HYPER TODAY CUZ I FINISHED NAPFA LE! On the whole, I'm quite satisfied with my results, especially IPU. :D:D and guess what, at first, i was looking forward to the holidays, and now my hopes and dreams of a good holiday have been shattered... :( i have english FPS short story, Chinese FPS to finished cuz the teacher apparently thought we did a sucky job and should re-do it, and we have maths statistics poster to finish!!! All this homework is like a huge wave, and it swallowed me whole, and i dun think i can make it back to shore and save myself. hey look, i applied what i learnt in LA lesson...metaphor, similies and personification! :P actually they don't need to teach us lor, primary school teach already.. nvm. HAVE A SPLENDID LAST WEEK OF SCHOOL EVERYBODY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-3976662902528065577?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/3976662902528065577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=3976662902528065577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/3976662902528065577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/3976662902528065577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/05/hi-everyone-i-am-very-hyper-today-cuz-i.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-8037545141789294055</id><published>2007-05-11T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T18:24:39.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>go take my test... &lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/372394"&gt;http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/372394&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-8037545141789294055?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/8037545141789294055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=8037545141789294055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/8037545141789294055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/8037545141789294055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/05/go-take-my-test.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-7093901755765956813</id><published>2007-05-09T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T03:25:32.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been quite a while since i last posted. Hm... nothin interesting has happenend l8ly. Just that i'm getting depressed by my LA marks. i failed likea almost all the dumb tests they made us take this term. and 2.4 run and NAPFA coming up soon, so not looking forward to it... though i'm looking forward to the end... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-7093901755765956813?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/7093901755765956813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=7093901755765956813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/7093901755765956813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/7093901755765956813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-quite-while-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-3914661944175615481</id><published>2007-04-28T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T05:08:25.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today training quite slack la... and today was just a funny funny day. When me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt; Ru went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dojo&lt;/span&gt;, we saw a pair of ugly bimbo shoes then i asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt; Ru, " Do you think it's ______ shoes?" Then we burst out laughing... Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt; Ru was like "cannot be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;". Then after training, we saw her wearing it, TURNS OUT IT WAS REALLY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HER'S&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!! so disgusting can... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But i also pity Elysha, she totally got picked on by sir, to fight with him for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;randori&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;newaza&lt;/span&gt;, poor soul... Y must u leave? i think you r the one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; keeps us optimistic and happy and laughing all the time, it's just sad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still got Geog assignment left, not done yet, still a lot to do, but I DON'T CARE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LIAO&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-3914661944175615481?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/3914661944175615481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=3914661944175615481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/3914661944175615481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/3914661944175615481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-training-quite-slack-la.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-6789418586764807683</id><published>2007-04-27T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T01:58:59.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know I have a lot of work to do, but i just can't seem to be bothered to do it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OHOH&lt;/span&gt;! and today, we collected the crystals that we got from crystallisation...copper (II) sulphate! It's blue and shiny, SO BEAUTIFUL! I'm gonna treasure it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-6789418586764807683?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/6789418586764807683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=6789418586764807683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/6789418586764807683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/6789418586764807683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-know-i-have-lot-of-work-to-do-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-1594990695731378813</id><published>2007-04-21T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T19:01:14.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HTicrQyD3jo/RirB08IJY2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUxq4_Gx-gU/s1600-h/Bugs+Bunny+Baby-13+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056066646914458466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HTicrQyD3jo/RirB08IJY2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUxq4_Gx-gU/s320/Bugs+Bunny+Baby-13+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Training yesterday was super slack... we watched video for like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;.5hours, but we had to stay back for like 1/2 hour for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;randori&lt;/span&gt;.Then after training we were like laughing at someone, shan't mention here in case she gets insulted... Then later i took 156 and then me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hoi&lt;/span&gt; Man were laughing at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; devoted love to another someone. it was scribbled all over the seat"I will wait for you, i dun care where u r/who u r with..i will wait for you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;, but it's so sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. i have a lot of work to do but i keep procrastinating. *sigh BUT I FINALLY FINISHED PHOTOSHOP! YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-1594990695731378813?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/1594990695731378813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=1594990695731378813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/1594990695731378813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/1594990695731378813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/04/training-yesterday-was-super-slack.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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/_HTicrQyD3jo/RirB08IJY2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUxq4_Gx-gU/s72-c/Bugs+Bunny+Baby-13+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31498896625185285.post-3483792131505152592</id><published>2007-04-18T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T04:12:33.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi everyone!!! Been busy lately, tests and all. Well, I'm halfway done with my tests, i had geog, CL and history common tests &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yeah... Today me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dion&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;elaine&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kelly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sheryl&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;madeline&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jing&lt;/span&gt; fang went to decorate the judo notice board. At first we all like just sit there and trying out fonts for the words and waiting for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jing&lt;/span&gt; fang and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;madeline&lt;/span&gt;. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jing&lt;/span&gt; fang tried to scare us, which obviously didn't work, and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;madeline&lt;/span&gt; tried right after which was like a bit extra, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;. We took a seriously long time to decide the colours and what not, and the theme... in the end we just like anyhow add different themes together. Stapling the coloured paper was torture... you'd be surprised how much lizard shit there can be. and there was this nest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thingy&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; name, which we had to remove(but credits to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sheryl&lt;/span&gt;). The board is not say super fabulous or anything la, but i think it's way better than the previous one. :D:D &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-3483792131505152592?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/3483792131505152592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=3483792131505152592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/3483792131505152592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/3483792131505152592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/04/hi-everyone-been-busy-lately-tests-and.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-9122987908700935048</id><published>2007-04-07T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T03:42:33.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tests are coming up soon, but I'm really slacking. I'm not even getting stressed one little bit. I'm not even studying... ARRGGHH!!! I wish I had some source of motivation to spur me on to study... Someone, anyone, give me some motivation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-9122987908700935048?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/9122987908700935048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=9122987908700935048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/9122987908700935048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/9122987908700935048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/04/tests-are-coming-up-soon-but-im-really.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-6107189119679933327</id><published>2007-03-31T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T20:48:18.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AHAHAHA. re-designing batch tee cuz i feel the other one wasnt that good... shud b studying, but heck, can't b bothered. oh, and for anyone who comes to my blog, b prepared for many more random posts to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-6107189119679933327?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/6107189119679933327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=6107189119679933327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/6107189119679933327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/6107189119679933327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/03/ahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-8544073487954320468</id><published>2007-03-27T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T03:51:50.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Today was super slack luh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1st period---Chinese; watch movie, which was super cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2nd period---LA; boring! but quite slack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3rd peroid---music---teacher nvr come; ended up going to the library and use the computers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4th period---Maths; Mr tiong always gets bullied. But at least i learnt a little bit of math &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AFTER--- entertained by seinors who went to fight :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But sometimes being too slack doesn't feel good/comfortable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-8544073487954320468?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/8544073487954320468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=8544073487954320468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/8544073487954320468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/8544073487954320468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-was-super-slack-luh.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-7807783476009529162</id><published>2007-03-26T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T00:24:21.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like a loser... i feel so 失败! out of three fights, i lost 2 of them, making me...a loser. Haiz... Then halfway throught the last fight i got gastric, OF ALL TIMES! compared to Jezamine, i feel so loser. She got a silver and wat did i get? NOTHING. *sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Roll over and weeps~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-7807783476009529162?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/7807783476009529162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=7807783476009529162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/7807783476009529162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/7807783476009529162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-feel-like-loser.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-858815928458410445</id><published>2007-03-24T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T18:27:00.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG! competition so soon!!! ROAR!!! I'm not ready yet luh. I dun even know the rules and what not. plus I'm not in the competitive mood yet. i dun look forward to being bruised. i wish someone would take my place. i may have won them during selections, but now when i play with them, i feel as if they're improving and I'm deproving, and now the worst thing is that now they're always winning me. Therefore, i feel now i am unfit to go for the competition, and do not deserve to compete. AARRRGGHH!!! SOMEONE TAKE MY PLACE!!! *sobss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-858815928458410445?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/858815928458410445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=858815928458410445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/858815928458410445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/858815928458410445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/03/omg-competition-so-soon-roar-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-840967426195022964</id><published>2007-03-23T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:47:55.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It seems nowadays, I have lost interest in almost everything. My work, my friends and family. Can anyone help me re-instill this interest into my mind and soul? I am now walking around like a brainless/lifeless zombie. Anyone... anyone, help me bring back meaning to my life. This routine life is anything but fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-840967426195022964?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/840967426195022964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=840967426195022964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/840967426195022964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/840967426195022964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-seems-nowadays-i-have-lost-interest.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-6724474523537284102</id><published>2007-03-15T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T05:41:09.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;       I think sir was in a good mood today man, he actually let us play games? Namely dog and bone. The game itself was quite lame la, but then the way the seniors play it ah.... tsk tsk, so jia lat. not agile and not fast enough. And then got some ppl ah, being surrounded by other team's players right, still wanna take the "bone", so the obvious result is that they get hit and the other team gets a point.. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;       But seniors are nice, like Ma Jun!! she actually talked to me on msn? usually i didn't think ppl "her batch" will be bothered to tok to juniors.. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-6724474523537284102?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/6724474523537284102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=6724474523537284102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/6724474523537284102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/6724474523537284102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-think-sir-was-in-good-mood-today-man.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-479142531872442849</id><published>2007-03-14T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T20:32:51.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday went to watch Pursuit of Happiness. So touching... The poor guy had only $21.33 left in his bank account and he had a son to raise. Then there was one night, they had no where to stay so they slept in the train station's toilet. So sad lorh. The guy was selling this bone density scanner for a living, and he couldn't sell any. So, he decided to get a new job, as a stockbroker. So he had to go for a programme that lasted 6 months, so he had no income for 6 months. But in the show right, it seems as though his whole life was about rushing. First he has to drop his son at a daycare, then rush to work, then rush to pick his son up, then bcuz they were poor, they had to actually go to this place where they have to queue up for a room to stay. But obviously, there was a happy ending. The guy managed to get the job as a stockbroker, got a steady income, and set up his own company, then he sold the company for millions of $$. And this movie was actually inspired by a TRUE story -.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-479142531872442849?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/479142531872442849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=479142531872442849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/479142531872442849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/479142531872442849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterday-went-to-watch-pursuit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-4552698746734998027</id><published>2007-03-13T05:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T05:29:12.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-4552698746734998027?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/4552698746734998027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=4552698746734998027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/4552698746734998027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/4552698746734998027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/03/todays-training-sooo-tiring_13.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-951651096836084211</id><published>2007-03-13T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T05:28:03.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's training sooo tiring... While the seniors were doing weights, the sec 1s were in the dojo training STAMINA!!! gosh it was damn tiring. You know this is the first time i actually puked bcuz of some sports. Tennis? nvr... Swimming? nvr... Badminton? nvr... Judo? Yessss!! then we going to hwa chong to train on thursday.. PT!! o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohoh, and today i was on the bus and we were passing by hwa chong, and these other boys in the bus were like "Oooh, oh my gosh, is that Hwa Chong? Woah.. So big! OMG!" then they continued to ooh and ahh and stare at hwa chong in awe. So i quickly got off the burst and nearly burst out laughing. And today we told Jing Fang most of our jokes, se laughed but she thought we were mean. WE'RE NOT!! Haha :] then met Dion at the bus stop. Told her about the boys on the bus and she burst out laughing too.. :]:] but sometimes, I find me and Dion quite weird. We always end up saying the same things at the same time, it's actually quite creepy... Of all days, it had to rain today. When the gate was locked. And some "ehem ehem" ppl.... tried to climb over the fence, then me and Dion walked away, and they actually followed our lead. WOW! ending this random post now.. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-951651096836084211?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/951651096836084211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=951651096836084211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/951651096836084211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/951651096836084211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/03/todays-training-sooo-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-337427895349108054</id><published>2007-03-12T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T19:50:45.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have training today!!! gonna meet Ly and take fotos!! after about 45 minutes of thinking and sketching, i finally finished designing my Batch 17 tee. Wonder if my batchmates will like it... Shall show them today! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of my super short post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-337427895349108054?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/337427895349108054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=337427895349108054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/337427895349108054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/337427895349108054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/03/have-training-today-gonna-meet-ly-and.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-5374183980613503766</id><published>2007-03-12T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T01:10:49.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were strangers, starting out on a journey&lt;br /&gt;Never dreaming, what we'd have to go through&lt;br /&gt;Now here we are,&lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one told me,&lt;br /&gt;I was going to find you&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected,&lt;br /&gt;what you did to my heart&lt;br /&gt;When I lost hope&lt;br /&gt;You were there to remind me&lt;br /&gt;This is the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life is a road&lt;br /&gt;and I wanna keep goin'&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river&lt;br /&gt;I wanna keep flowin'&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;now and forever&lt;br /&gt;wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;In the end I want to be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were strangers, on a crazy adventure&lt;br /&gt;Never dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;how our dreams would come true&lt;br /&gt;Now here we stand,&lt;br /&gt;unafraid of the future&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life is a road&lt;br /&gt;and I wanna keep goin'&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river I&lt;br /&gt;wanna keep flowin'&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;now and forever&lt;br /&gt;wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;In the end I want to be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;Knew there was somebody somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I need love in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Now I know my dream will live on&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting so long&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is going to tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life is a road&lt;br /&gt;and I wanna keep goin'&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river&lt;br /&gt;I wanna keep flowin'&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road now and forever&lt;br /&gt;wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;In the end I want to be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;and I wanna keep goin'&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river&lt;br /&gt;I wanna keep flowin' on&lt;br /&gt;Starting out on a journey&lt;br /&gt;And life is a road&lt;br /&gt;and I wanna keep goin'&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river&lt;br /&gt;I wanna keep flowin'&lt;br /&gt;In the end I want to be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning With you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is the lyrics for At The Beginning With You, the track i posted. It's beautiful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-5374183980613503766?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/5374183980613503766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=5374183980613503766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/5374183980613503766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/5374183980613503766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-were-strangers-starting-out-on.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-961685505921238923</id><published>2007-03-10T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T19:40:06.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, and srry i took so long to repair my blog ppl, but now i have finally fixed it. HAPPY MARCH HOLIDAYS EVERYBODY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-961685505921238923?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/961685505921238923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=961685505921238923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/961685505921238923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/961685505921238923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-and-srry-i-took-so-long-to-repair-my.html' title=''/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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-31498896625185285.post-7274312724940375660</id><published>2007-03-10T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T18:37:26.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeskills Camp 07'</title><content type='html'>Lifeskills camp was kinda fun..i guess. i think the most fun part was the talentime night and the mount faber safra that day. The most irritating thing was queueing up to shower manss.....always long queue de. Then there was one time i went into this toilet with the "ahem ahem" laid near the squat toilets? It was so disgusting. then there was the other squat toilet next to it that the water over flowed? EWWW... The utmost putred and unsanitary thing(s) i have ever seen ( excluding the china toilets which were even more filthy ). But on talentime night right, i think Yuan Ming was soo nervous she nearly cried? but maybe it was due to the fact that we were not confident cuz we wern't totally prepared yet and until the last minute b4 our performance we were stil making last minute changes. -.- but on the whole, it was quite fun lar...watching the fire that mrs.chitra lit burn some of the grass.. HAHA then the fire that mr.shone lit was so lame cuz it was like quite small. Then the camp fire songs were so nice, especially [At the Beginning with You] which totally rocked. then they had a "surprise" song for us which was We're All in This Together, which was actually quite predictable. but nonetheless, we all jumped and danced to it. Then me and joey went crazy and started parading around with our beautiful class flag that we kinda did last minute(Tuesday, the day b4 the camp) but, WHO CARES!!! it turned out fabulous!!! Well, as for the food, i'd still say it was EDIBLE, compared to my primary school food which sucked BIG TIME. Then when we got the pears right, on the second night of the camp right, all the dancers didnt want to eat for fear they would puke during talentime, so Yiqiao ended up eating and taking all the pears which actually tasted pretty good. But i learnt smthn very important for this camp...... NEVER EVER VOLUNTEER TO BE FOOD REP EVER AGAIN!!! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31498896625185285-7274312724940375660?l=acceptancetoself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/feeds/7274312724940375660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31498896625185285&amp;postID=7274312724940375660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/7274312724940375660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31498896625185285/posts/default/7274312724940375660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acceptancetoself.blogspot.com/2007/03/lifeskills-camp-07.html' title='Lifeskills Camp 07&apos;'/><author><name>**.:_Am@nd@_:.**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17442268167436206687</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>
