<?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-5456200857304507287</id><updated>2012-01-15T20:20:06.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my life XD</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456200857304507287.post-4503078986539533095</id><published>2010-04-07T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:49:28.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's a good day....I've done so much work!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-4503078986539533095?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4503078986539533095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=4503078986539533095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/4503078986539533095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/4503078986539533095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2010/04/todays-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-4919364991706643309</id><published>2010-03-20T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T23:31:21.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Give me courage.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that I want. All that I need. All that I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-4919364991706643309?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4919364991706643309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=4919364991706643309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/4919364991706643309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/4919364991706643309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2010/03/give-me-courage.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-4105681014307501261</id><published>2010-03-18T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:15:30.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder why I even try to put so much effort into polo. I mean it's not like any of it really pays off coz I still suck balls at it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ACS I match is in like 4 days and I'm scared as hell that we won't be able to get into the finals. Honestly that's all that I want now. Gold is really honestly secondary to me now. I just need the damn silver...at least. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway hi Meiyi, I'm sorry to hear about your test today :/ but buck up for tomorrow's one then okay (: Maybe you just work better under stress hehehe PWAH xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm, training again tomorrow, when the sun sets this coming Monday I'll realize if it had all been really worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-4105681014307501261?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4105681014307501261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=4105681014307501261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/4105681014307501261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/4105681014307501261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes-i-wonder-why-i-even-try-to.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-2742804640264771639</id><published>2010-03-14T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:29:19.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized how scary season is becoming. Bloody race for my honour. ACS I next Monday bloody stressed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-2742804640264771639?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2742804640264771639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=2742804640264771639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/2742804640264771639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/2742804640264771639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-realized-how-scary-season-is.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-856364980749950013</id><published>2010-03-10T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:03:18.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>12-4 vs outram doing fine so far. Bring it on Barker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-856364980749950013?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/856364980749950013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=856364980749950013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/856364980749950013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/856364980749950013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2010/03/12-4-vs-outram-doing-fine-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-4639151397842285411</id><published>2010-03-09T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:14:09.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Score was 4-4 vs Hwa Chong. Outram's coming tomorrow. Bring on the pain baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-4639151397842285411?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4639151397842285411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=4639151397842285411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/4639151397842285411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/4639151397842285411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2010/03/score-was-4-4-vs-hwa-chong.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-4464918185349081377</id><published>2010-03-05T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T19:56:17.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How much have we grown since 2008? RI vs Hwa Chong 2010, B divison. I'm not letting anything slip by for this one. I've grown bigger faster stronger. Nothing's gonna take me down. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in it for the gold baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-4464918185349081377?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4464918185349081377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=4464918185349081377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/4464918185349081377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/4464918185349081377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-much-have-we-grown-since-2008-ri-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-1790025969698993093</id><published>2010-02-26T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T20:09:40.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Killer week I is over. Many formative assessments have been cleared this week but that would bring us to the bio summative and ss formative in week 9 and physics and chem summative practical in week 10. Furthermore, season starts in week 10. I'm gonna have loads of fun sia. School rocks my world. not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-1790025969698993093?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1790025969698993093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=1790025969698993093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/1790025969698993093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/1790025969698993093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2010/02/killer-week-i-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-4875773958821199121</id><published>2010-02-19T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:29:40.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our first match is on 8 March and it's probably the most important fixture. Yet who do I still feel so unprepared. School is beginning to pick up but thankfully for now we are getting more of formative assessments. Besides Chinese, blegh everything else seems to be going fine. Let's just hope it stays that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-4875773958821199121?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4875773958821199121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=4875773958821199121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/4875773958821199121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/4875773958821199121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-first-match-is-on-8-march-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-987513760469541293</id><published>2010-02-16T10:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T10:36:44.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holy shit. It's tuesday. I have a social issue speech on foreign workers due on like TOMORROW. I'm as toast as a peanut butter sandwich.....damn haven't had breakfast yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-987513760469541293?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/987513760469541293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=987513760469541293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/987513760469541293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/987513760469541293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2010/02/holy-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-3705342746821584236</id><published>2010-02-15T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:34:18.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow school is really picking up. Boarding so far has been really awesome. The new friendships I've forged the independence I've learned (or not). Has all been a very rewarding experience. Just as schoolwork is beginning to pick up, I'm starting to dig this "stress" kinda feeling. Anxiety flowing through your veins, adrenaline rush, late nights msn-ing with classmates which go something like "OH ****, you mug for tomorrow yet anot?!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap, welcome to test period number 1 of 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess falling sick TWICE this year will totally NOT help me in my goal to becoming fitter this year yikes. Maybe it's the fact that my fan in my boarding room is just too  fudging dusty. I can choose to think that. Or maybe it's all the stress I'm being put through...NAHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can safely say that the only thing I'm stressed about so far is polo season....and getting my Itouch by march holidays D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is for chumps man!!!! WOOO REBEL!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-3705342746821584236?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3705342746821584236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=3705342746821584236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/3705342746821584236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/3705342746821584236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2010/02/wow-school-is-really-picking-up.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-7141283580535925481</id><published>2009-12-02T23:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:30:32.447+08:00</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/5456200857304507287-7141283580535925481?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7141283580535925481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=7141283580535925481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7141283580535925481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7141283580535925481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/so.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-3161653143454874745</id><published>2009-12-01T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:00:45.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I cannot stand the deadness of this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GAHHH D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Okay. Let's type without punctuations because I'm cool like that and it makes people think I am dao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I AM AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I AM CRAZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;AND I'M RETARDED AND DEAF BUT IT'S OKAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;THIS IS AWFULLY RETARDED O: BUT WHATEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I LOVE MEIYI!! YAY!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;XOXO, DARYL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-3161653143454874745?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3161653143454874745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=3161653143454874745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/3161653143454874745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/3161653143454874745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cannot-stand-deadness-of-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-8944210033967572896</id><published>2009-11-04T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:18:16.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Targets for 2010&lt;div&gt;1. Grow taller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. GPA 3.8 (4.0 for everything except english and chinese)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Win school nats for polo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Make national team &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Make first team for U-16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Gain more muscle mass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Learn at least 30 songs by the end of the year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So difficult&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-8944210033967572896?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8944210033967572896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=8944210033967572896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/8944210033967572896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/8944210033967572896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/11/targets-for-2010-1.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-6528254559435792952</id><published>2009-10-24T22:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:03:19.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm constantly puzzled by the effort I put into things. I know I've mentioned it before, but reality strikes me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I put in the effort only for it to be shunned, I'm nice only to get my kindness taken for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Let me put things straight and lay my cards on my table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am no pushover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I say I understand but there's a limit to how much nonsense I can tolerate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I say I'm fine but sometimes I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I say "it's okay" when sometimes it's far from okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The saying goes "Give without expecting anything in return"; but let me say just this. There's always a limit for everyone and everything. Please. Don't take advantage of me, I don't want things to turn out the way they did before.&lt;/span&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/5456200857304507287-6528254559435792952?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6528254559435792952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=6528254559435792952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/6528254559435792952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/6528254559435792952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-constantly-puzzled-by-effort-i-put.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-722079078907929034</id><published>2009-10-13T23:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:54:14.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I think back and I realize that the way we began to knew each other was kinda random, and more or less a stroke of luck (no I'm not talking about my relationship anymore, I've moved on).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;To me. you are sorta a Godsend? I don't know but strangely enough I feel that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;maybe I'm beginning to like yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It is so not appropriate for me to be thinking about all this at this time but, I can't control it. Having gone through one serious relationship in the past, I daresay I know what it feels like when I genuinely "like" someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I met you a few months back and we met in person, about a couple of months later, of course not just us two that would be weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I looked at you, and suddenly I felt this strange feeling of attraction and guilt, because I knew I shouldn't fuck myself up over realtionships again. But as I said, I just can't help it. Furthermore, it doesn't help that a good friend likes the same girl, and he knew her way way earlier than me so I'm feeling kinda screwed up right now. Rather bitchy y'know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As time goes on, I realize that barely a day goes by without me talking to you and when we don't there's this empty space like in my mind just waiting to be filled. So, screw MSN, I pick up my phone and send you a text and as usual, your reply is ever so prompt, and friendly to boot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We've been growing alot closer in the short time we've known each other. But I am so scared that this will turn out just as before, we developed "trust" then bam, reality gives you a cold slap in the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You don't know but whenever I feel down, when I talk to you, I cheer up for 2 reasons. 1. Cos I'm talking to you and 2. Because adding two negatives together never make a positive. I can throw chairs in class in the morning, shout fuck at classmates point the finger at teachers but when it comes to nightfall, I never stop smiling when I talk to you because, that's what I have to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Perhaps it is all this that I do that gives me so much of your trust. Well, you have to trust me one more time when I say I will never betray your trust and I'll never let it go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I like you so much and the things which you do seem to show it to but as I said in my previous post, it's probably wishful thinking on my part, I must be hallucinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Because out of all the guys in the world if you choose Daryl Cheng, you're kinda stupid.&lt;/span&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/5456200857304507287-722079078907929034?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/722079078907929034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=722079078907929034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/722079078907929034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/722079078907929034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-back-and-i-realize-that-way-we.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-4359506508039982995</id><published>2009-10-09T14:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:08:50.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Amazed - Lonestar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Everytime our eyes meet&lt;br /&gt;This feeling inside me&lt;br /&gt;Is almost more than I can take&lt;br /&gt;Baby when you touch me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel how much you love me&lt;br /&gt;And it just blows me away&lt;br /&gt;I've never been this close to anyone or anything&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I can see your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you do what you do&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you, it just keeps getting better&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend the rest of my life with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing that you do&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm amazed by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your skin&lt;br /&gt;The taste of your kiss&lt;br /&gt;The way you whisper in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Your hair all around me, baby you surround me&lt;br /&gt;You touch every place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it feels like the first time everytime&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend the whole night in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you do what you do&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you, it just keeps getting better&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend the rest of my life with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing that you do&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm amazed by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing that you do&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;It just keeps getting better&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend the rest of my life with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing that you do&lt;br /&gt;Oh, every little thing that you do&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm amazed by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope you know I Iove you, but then again it's just wishful thinking on my part. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456200857304507287.post-362973515841628057</id><published>2009-08-23T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T17:12:53.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My oh my. You know I just readlized how much I enjoy waterpolo. Recently cos all the trainings have stopped and stuff cos of H1N1 etc, my interest seemed to be slowly slipping away and times spent at home always seemed so much more fruitful. However when training started I loved it. I love the PT, I love the teammates, I love the feeling of that rough waxy layer on a new ball and most importantly I love the game. Friendly with Hwa Chong on Friday showed me how far I've come in the game. I had a 1/21 shot conversion rate with Hwa Chong in C div '08. In that game, Kai Yang told me "just take 2 shots if you want". So I did, one in the first quarter and one in the last. Both went in. First time in my life a 100% conversion rate. Yes I know it's only 2 shots but it's showed me how much more I am now playing as a team player and everything else. I feel I have just improved so much after going for youth and everything it always spurs me on to do more and to do better when I see my results of training and hard work. Most of all, I can wear the Singapore waterpolo shirt with pride and know that I didn't get there by a fluke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-362973515841628057?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/362973515841628057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=362973515841628057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/362973515841628057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/362973515841628057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-6771093856779381463</id><published>2009-08-15T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:34:16.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I'm about to say is probably one ofthe hugest decisions of my life. I know my career path and what scholarships I'm gonna aim for.&lt;br /&gt;Essentially there are 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSC scolarship&lt;br /&gt;SAF scholarship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right Civil Service and SAF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sign on into the army.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-6771093856779381463?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6771093856779381463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=6771093856779381463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/6771093856779381463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/6771093856779381463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-im-about-to-say-is-probably-one.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-7881623336916152195</id><published>2009-08-10T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:28:47.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I finally taped up my EOY schedule. While waiting for the laptop to boot up I stared at it. Just sat there and stared at that pink slip of paper, the dates, the times, the subjects. I just sat there and soaked everything into my bones. It dawned onto me, the EOYs are coming much faster than we could ever imagine. And this time, they're sorta coming with a vengeance. We've all moved from 6 subjects to 9, 10 or 11. For me, it's 10. And of these 10 subjects. 8 of them are examinable. (maths double weightage) Which means this year. I've got 8 subjects. Furthermore, english, chinese and math have 2 papers. That's 11 papers to take. Forgive me if I'm making you stressed out but let's face it. We have to start working ASAP. Furthermore, maths paper is upon ONE HUNDERED AND TWENTY. bet many of you didnt know that. paper 1 60 paper 2 60. paper 1 no calculator, teachers said its actually more difficult than paper 2. and i think so too. It's gonna be one heck of a ride. But at the end, let the trumpets sound and let the carpet roll, the Kings will be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-7881623336916152195?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7881623336916152195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=7881623336916152195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7881623336916152195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7881623336916152195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-i-finally-taped-up-my-eoy.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-6571590827094399406</id><published>2009-08-08T15:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T15:41:52.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Manzz, tons of tests gone and tons more up and coming. Maths etc. EOYS are drawing closer and closer too. Anyways at least my results are really supe consistent this term. No 4.0s but tons of 3.6s and 3.2s with the exception of a 2.4 for chinese xD Let's see errrr, English hasnt been shown yet so I won't count it in so there are a total of four 3.6s and three 3.2s! RI's new GPA system would allow me to get a 3.3 overall if English was 3.2 and a 3.35 if English was 3.6 so I'm rather elated since my PR 1 was only a 2.98 :D Wow, grades grades grades. Okay I'm in no mood to post history's on my mind. BYEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-6571590827094399406?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6571590827094399406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=6571590827094399406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/6571590827094399406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/6571590827094399406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/08/manzz-tons-of-tests-gone-and-tons-more.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-7347762602580571210</id><published>2009-07-19T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:46:40.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's always this same feeling of nostalgia that makes me come back to this blue and orangey blogger webpage. Well, all I have to say is that I really miss the old days and that I really really miss that feeling whereby I was always so happy cos I knew I had her to share every moment with me. Most of all, I THINK I still miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygod, it has been 7 plus months already geez I can't be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really don't care if you are pretty or not, if your eyes are small or not, if you look like a china doll, if you carry designer bags, if we go to Orchard, if we eat nothing but Pastamania. All I really really loved was just the way you were you know. I enjoyed spending time with you and I really wished I could turn back the clock sometimes. Right now, people it is so obvious I HAD a girlfriend. And I can proudly say, yes, I got dumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy poetry and pickup lines, together with cheesy dates cos of me, all this really didn't much matter to me at the time cos I thought she would be with me forever and that's what she said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But forever is over. And my life just begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take this as a hurdle in my life. But somehow, this isn't like a training session or some shit. It's a race and the hurdles KEEP REPEATING. I go over it yay, then suddenly the same one appears in front of me. I can't think of a better analogy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh emm gee man, the emotions are acting up. I always comforted you when you were down y'know. I tried my best to always cheer you up, dammit if you knew how much I went to your friends to find you what could it be that got you down or what it would be that could cheer you up then MAYBE things would be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about that is the end of MY love story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-7347762602580571210?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7347762602580571210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=7347762602580571210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7347762602580571210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7347762602580571210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-always-this-same-feeling-of.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-5138601230825154930</id><published>2009-07-10T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:55:20.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daryl! I cannot believe your last post was on 18th June! What have you been doing?! (: &lt;div&gt;But anyway, here comes Marissa the awesome, to revive your blog once again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YES DARYL, I've settled on my confirmation name, JAMIE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My initials are gonna be so damn cool, MJ BK. Haha! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what's yours gonna be? Constantine? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bob?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sure hope it's gonna be Bob. Daryl Bob Cheng. AWWWW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cat class starts tomorrow! HOW EGG-CITINGGG :) I miss ya'll! I miss all the crazy jokes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have to join catechists next year when we 'graduate' from cat class k. Then we'll all still be together as one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And maybe we could join a Youth Group! CYF, YC, something? (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yayyy. Guess what Daryl. I've got Safari now! Stopped using internet explorer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How're you? We MUST catch up tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess you've been tied up with loads of things. AND YOU SILLY BOY, got H1N1 after going to Jakarta for Waterpolo competition! :( I got so worried and I cried when you sent me the message explaining stuff. HMPH. Take care k. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE-A-LOT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marissa Jamie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-5138601230825154930?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5138601230825154930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=5138601230825154930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5138601230825154930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5138601230825154930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/daryl-i-cannot-believe-your-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3 MARISSA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315015853695414618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/SSE0DoosnqI/AAAAAAAAA5E/mHtC9WeURwQ/S220/Skates.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456200857304507287.post-1214362465282829019</id><published>2009-06-18T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:50:32.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man you're in trouble bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing at a whopping "close to 1.8m", weighing at about say erm 65-70kg? In one corner it's ---- ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the other corner, just 1.7m, armspan of only 1.85m and weighs only 63kg, myself, one year younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, you see this kid here, he so small but he gonna whoop your ass bitch, stay away from her. I don't care what you think, you may think I was the one that caused our breakup you may think I have all the faults that's why that person blocked me. Dude, wake up, I don't have all the faults, at least I ain't snobbish, inconsiderate, look down on people, elitist because "RI taught me to do so". OH and guess what? I don't give a FUCK (yeah i said it) if you think I'm worse off than you and you think I'm the one in the wrong and you're acutally right (then again you always think you're right), dude, when you said "i apologize in advance for blah blah blah" damn shit I thought you meant it. No shit I was wrong, NO SURPRISE DIPSHIT WAKE UP DARYL, THIS S.O.B SO BITCHY YOU SHOULD HAVE WORN EARPLUGS A LONG TIME AGO COS NOW YOU'RE ALMOST DEAF BY ITS BARKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, have fun living your life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm gonna live mine! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you better sure as hell, stay the fuck out of my way, because, I may be small, but damn I can take you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm sec 4, you bet your ass I'm gonna be better than you at what I do best too. Water polo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-1214362465282829019?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1214362465282829019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=1214362465282829019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/1214362465282829019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/1214362465282829019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-man-youre-in-trouble-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-5801293095729337909</id><published>2009-06-16T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:19:01.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Picture this. You're with your boyfriend/girlfriend, initial months of your relationship, still real happy about getting together. So suddenly you have this romantic boost up into you, and you tell him/her the sweetest shit ever. "Baby, you know I really can't live without you, I love you so much", and other stuff along that line. Later on in the day you ask her, "Haha someone made your day?" You hope he/she says it's you. But no, "Yeah! Haha, one of my friends just apologized to me for the misunderstanding between us and said things would be fine!" You sit there rather disappointed but what can you do but say "Really? That's great!" When you know right there and then you feel like the least appreciated piece of crap in the world. You giving him/her your heart, tell her something that would make anyone just fly off the ground, and she tells you someon else was the one that made her fly. Screw if it's a guy or a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Picture that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll know what I felt nine months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I miss you so damn badly. But it's like I can't talk to you anymore and you're a totally different person from the one I held ever so dearly. Please, I was trying. Why'd you have to change and why'd you have to just break my damn heart. Screw emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you a romanticist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you one hell of a lousy boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gets your heart broken.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time and Time again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-5801293095729337909?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5801293095729337909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=5801293095729337909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5801293095729337909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5801293095729337909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/picture-this.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-7770469095836601993</id><published>2009-06-12T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:28:50.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daryl, I need to talk to you. I really really need to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please PM me the next time you see me online, I need to tell you something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Omg, I wanna just break down and cry right now )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ASAP, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Marissa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-7770469095836601993?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7770469095836601993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=7770469095836601993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7770469095836601993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7770469095836601993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/daryl-i-need-to-talk-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3 MARISSA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315015853695414618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/SSE0DoosnqI/AAAAAAAAA5E/mHtC9WeURwQ/S220/Skates.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456200857304507287.post-3063294877847350605</id><published>2009-06-09T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:01:14.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PEOPLE THE LINK OVER THERE "Marissa &lt;3" the &lt;3 written by her please.&lt;br /&gt;AND I NO HAIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-3063294877847350605?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3063294877847350605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=3063294877847350605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/3063294877847350605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/3063294877847350605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/people-link-over-there-marissa-3-3.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-2586438410538695595</id><published>2009-06-08T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:24:19.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/Si0fAZl2mwI/AAAAAAAABl0/etRqbBuX53c/s1600-h/DSC03354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344962424488762114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/Si0fAZl2mwI/AAAAAAAABl0/etRqbBuX53c/s320/DSC03354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello my name is Daryl Cheng Chicken. My blogposts are all about waterpolo, boring. Geez, how can some awesome people like Marissa Belle Duck still continue to read it day after day and not get bored to death?&lt;br /&gt;I'LL TELL YOU WHY. (Crowd goes : WHY!)&lt;br /&gt;-Drumroll-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos we're bestfriends! :D&lt;br /&gt;And Bestfriends stick with each other through thick and thin, and we're always there for one another, with a shoulder to cry on! We NEVER abandon each other cos we LOVE each other a lot, and we'll read long annoying boring blogposts day after day cos it was written by our bestfriends and BESTFRIEND'S POSTS NEVER GET BORING! :D&lt;br /&gt;Aduh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need a pillar of strength?&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you, dude (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;Marissa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-2586438410538695595?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2586438410538695595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=2586438410538695595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/2586438410538695595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/2586438410538695595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-my-name-is-daryl-cheng-chicken.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3 MARISSA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315015853695414618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/SSE0DoosnqI/AAAAAAAAA5E/mHtC9WeURwQ/S220/Skates.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/Si0fAZl2mwI/AAAAAAAABl0/etRqbBuX53c/s72-c/DSC03354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456200857304507287.post-7173231729616354879</id><published>2009-06-07T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:06:18.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi people. I just got a serious wake up call and I think I should use it to like build my character but it came as a shock to me cos I never knew what I did resulted in all this but nontheless it's important to learn and move. Right, soooo, anyway holidays are here but it don't seem like much at all 'cos I'm stuck with training, erm, books, and pretty much more training and I still have to find some time to fit in my PSP and stuff, NOT EASY D:&lt;br /&gt;Okay so there's something exciting happening real soon and that is the Langkawi cup or however you spell it in Jakarta like last week of June hols! HOPEFULLY, I get selected cos Luo Nan is gonna select 13 people from the people who go youth training to go to Jakarta obviously Kai Yang will get selected cos only TWO goalies go for youth and Luo Nan usually puts TWO GOALIES in a team. BONGZZ. ACS I have a much higher chance of haveing their players being picked though cos they're all imba shizz. Hopefully I'm good enough. Luo Nan has been letting me play with the "better people" so i think that's a good sign!  But if I go Jakarta I have to bring stoopid chinese magazine there and stoopid chinese magazine is not fun! Tsk tsk, right now I'm reading The god of small things cos there's some english book test when school reopens and I POSITIVELY HAVE TO DO WELL FOR IT. Cos I think due to ERP my english now is quite suckish. Blegh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-7173231729616354879?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7173231729616354879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=7173231729616354879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7173231729616354879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7173231729616354879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-people.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-1417346903536913066</id><published>2009-05-31T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:12:14.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Well, today's the 31st. Nothing's been done yet. Should I make the first move?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-1417346903536913066?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1417346903536913066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=1417346903536913066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/1417346903536913066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/1417346903536913066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-todays-31st.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-7632954172684214258</id><published>2009-05-28T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:59:38.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dust was settling and memories were fading, but everything that shows how two hearts intertwine and care for each other never fail to trigger the emotions again. I look back at what was, and I remember the times we shared and the time my heart was shattered. I don't blame you for it, because it was my fault for being such an annoying kid. I can't help but feel jealous of others, knowing that I once had something this special but I just let it slip by. Thank you for supporting me, still throughout this soon to be one year. I tried my best, I really did. I'm sorry for having wasted your time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;31/5/08. Saturday. 5.30pm to 6.30pm. When I"m with you by Faber Drive. The details are still etched into the corner of my mind. I can't change it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-7632954172684214258?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7632954172684214258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=7632954172684214258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7632954172684214258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7632954172684214258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/05/dust-was-settling-and-memories-were.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-5408660770198664847</id><published>2009-05-24T09:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T09:53:38.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi people. You know recently training has been super tough and super tiring but I think all this will eventually pay off next year when it comes to B div '10 and damn right I'm looking forward to it. Anyway Edward is now FREEKIN RICKED OR HOWEVER YOU SPELL IT. BULGING MUSCLES HOT DAMN. Anyway, *ahem*, I learned how to play Dear Maria, count me in (like finally), and High school never ends. Sweet to play and fantastic sounding. Going on, yesterday was open house. It was quite boring at first cos we were all just standing around no one was coming and stuff. After awhile though, people started coming and we didn't know how to attract them and shit. I just talked to them like randomly so as to stop them and I felt that I was being so irritating but I had no choice cos D'cruz scolded me -.- But we got a few interested names down and that was good so yeah. But the fun part was the polo match we played, definitely the highlight of the day. We did some super stupid shit like kissing the ball before every move I swear it was SO RETARDED BUT WORTH IT. Holy shit, this is just some massive word spam and I'm just randomly thinking stuff as I type this out. Anyway, after which had catheicism, super pissed becaues I rushed from open house down to church thinking today was the lunch until some joke told us "oh actually today isnt the last lesson", so we had normal BORING lessons and I swear I was bored out of my pants. People, I have 5 tests this week, 3 tomorrow, thanks I'm gonna fail. WHOOZA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-5408660770198664847?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5408660770198664847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=5408660770198664847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5408660770198664847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5408660770198664847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-people.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-6677331941750007953</id><published>2009-05-18T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:29:57.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg seriously you tried to make amends but now you're still the same what's wrong with you. Really I think i'm starting to hate you and it's so ironic cos at the same time I was beginning to love you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;s&gt;lov&lt;/s&gt;ed you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-6677331941750007953?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6677331941750007953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=6677331941750007953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/6677331941750007953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/6677331941750007953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-seriously-you-tried-to-make-amends.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-6641224629008545464</id><published>2009-05-18T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:21:14.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today has been such a mix of emotions today. Started off with chem - 23/30. yeah i'm happy but i made a careless which cost me my 4.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math - 20.5/30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE **** I thought I would get 25?! We haven't gotten back the paper so can't say anything yet though. But it seems ever since Shunji took over, everyone is now sucking balls. People are dropping 10 marks dammit. EVERYONE DEPROVED. Screw you Shunji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics CCT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKING MINUSED 10 Marks. 10 FUCKING MARKS NO TIME. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God my father didn't scold me. He knew it was cos I had a lack of practice and stuff and time management was vital here COS I KNEW HOW TO DO THE QUESTIONS. But my Physics GPA is gonna go from 3.6 down to about 2.8 AGAIN. My GPA after PR1 before physics was 3.4+, now it's 3.3+ fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it's an improvement from Pr1's 2.98&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-6641224629008545464?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6641224629008545464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=6641224629008545464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/6641224629008545464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/6641224629008545464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-has-been-such-mix-of-emotions.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-1977803930135548167</id><published>2009-05-10T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:30:39.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate to say it but you're being such a bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-1977803930135548167?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456200857304507287.post-6166060923696850975</id><published>2009-05-08T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T20:20:08.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study study study</title><content type='html'>Chem on Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Math on Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Physics on week 9&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Gong han Test on week 10&lt;br /&gt;English Social Advocacy project&lt;br /&gt;RE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepared for, none of the above.&lt;br /&gt;I think chem i just need to brush up on seperation techniques and erm the seperation techniques thing.&lt;br /&gt;Math practice a tad more.&lt;br /&gt;Physics Practice a tad tad tad tad tad more.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese screw it.&lt;br /&gt;English and RE just do what i'm supposed to do lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-126578920104474116</id><published>2009-05-07T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:16:20.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>okay so today really sucked. like really. i got to school, i threw my bag on the floor. i went into the spare classroom and i just let my anger fly. threw chairs, broke some of them, dented the noticeboard, kicked the ball around threw it around, everything possible. my classmates in the project room were all staring but i was a complete mess. i hated myself and wanted it to end so badly, i couldn't think straight and i couldn't do anything else but let my emotions run wild. everything i put effort in all comes to waste namely polo and exams. last night i had enough and i went to sleep hoping it would be all better. but it wasn't. after i had thrown the stuff around and made many loud bangs for an alleged 10 minutes, i just sat there and i started crying. i hated myself and i hated my life. i also hated the fact that God made me so emotional and oversensitive, it's not a good thing at all. First period was history. I was quiet throughout the entire lesson, i couldn't speak, i couldn't myself to the words wouldn't come. mrs ang later asked what happened i just said i was tired cos i was "too quiet" today. then i talked to nick and that made me feel slightly better cos at least some of my emotions were let out. slowly but surely, my friends all great in their own way all came one by one to comfort and help me with what had happened. By the end of the day, I was living my life the way I should have been living it all along.&lt;br /&gt;I won't say the emotions have totally passed but at least for now I'm stable. deep down there's still that tinge of regret and hatred for myself and what I do but other than that i'm more or less fine. so i say thank you to everyone who helped me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick, marcus, ruiyi, brandon, chris, khai chong, keith, ryan teh, greg (though i was too pissed at the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you found out from me what had happened and i thank you for it, you pick me up when i'm down and you just keep walking with me. also i thank jordaan goh kok ping for helping me out last night with you-know-what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-126578920104474116?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/126578920104474116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=126578920104474116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/126578920104474116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/126578920104474116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-7179532230325931027</id><published>2009-05-05T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:56:52.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so I haven't blogged in awhile. Anyway turns out I'm not selected for RLP but I've pretty much gotten over it, i mean my ultimate goal is to one day make it into the national team and if i'm not captain anymore but i'm still able to do that then fine and well. i guess it's a shock to me 'cos the effort I put in into polo is a hell lot compared to the effort I put in for any other thing. I train 7 times a week and that's during the school term. Aye, I just hope i can meet my goals luh.&lt;br /&gt;Second off, I think i'm becoming too buggish towards some so I better stop.&lt;br /&gt;Third off, i think it's getting harder and harder to cope, there's so much going on and the pressure is super mounting. a gpa of 3.7 is something super difficult to get for me and though curently i've managed to pull it up from a 2.98 to 3.3+, it seems to be still a long way to go. But if I do extremely well for all the CTs coming up then it won't be so bad.&lt;br /&gt;hmm i guess sometimes you put in so much effort but when it doesn't pay off it results in shit. and shit sucks. polo, studies, ------, all these things/people, tons of effort put into it but it all comes to zilch, and i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;sorry if this seems so emo and stuff but i don't know man i've been really angsty lately and being nice to everyone is starting to become a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just hope this is over and done with soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-7179532230325931027?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7179532230325931027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=7179532230325931027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7179532230325931027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7179532230325931027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-so-i-havent-blogged-in-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-8906274241921143752</id><published>2009-05-02T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:56:03.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I rock. Like, more than youuu :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My name is Daryl Cheng Zichen the CHICKEN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I think I should start blogging again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or else, my wonderful best best bestfriend, Marissa Belle Kueek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will come and murder me, and ban me from waterpolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AND I DON'T WANT THAT TO HAPPEN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Zomg! Cherry Cherry Boom Boom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am so gay. Oh-My-God! *bimbo scream*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;EX-OH-EX-OH,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The D to the A to the R to the Y to the L (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-8906274241921143752?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8906274241921143752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=8906274241921143752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/8906274241921143752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/8906274241921143752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-rock-like-more-than-youuu-d.html' title='I rock. Like, more than youuu :D'/><author><name>&amp;lt;3 MARISSA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315015853695414618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/SSE0DoosnqI/AAAAAAAAA5E/mHtC9WeURwQ/S220/Skates.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456200857304507287.post-7390259635459725477</id><published>2009-04-25T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:43:46.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello boss. Today's 2.4 was NOT TOO BAD. I didn't manage to go below 9 minutes buttt I managed a 9 10! So at least, I won Gupta! YEAH-YEH. Hmmm, for those who don't know, in RI we run like on our field so its 7 rounds instead yeah so going on, for the first round I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT, I DID 1 04!!! That was like the fastest I've done for a round like evaaa. Anyway but because of that my second round was screwed. And yeah. Must learn to pace. But managed to sustain for the next couple of rounds so all in all it was fine. On the last round, people started running with me to pace me! THANKS GUYS!!! (Marcus, Brandon, Keith) and I forgot who else cos these were the people whose voices I heard heh. I'm not sure if Nick was there. Yep so 9 10 :D&lt;br /&gt;Eh after that had Chinese, TEACHER WASN'T THERE SO NO CHINESE COMMENTARY THINGY :D AND NO CHINESE REMEDIALLLL. AWESOMEZXZZ. After which math, completely slack, got phone confiscated but got it back within 20 minutes -.-&lt;br /&gt;Training was the craziest shit ever. The 2.4 in the morning killed my legs already but we were made to do about 320m of leg work which equates to slightly over 6 laps. and 16 breadths. You know how sick that was. Somemore, for the shooting later, I missed like 3 times. And for each time you miss, take 2 stacked chairs, hold them over your head IN THE WATER and jump and spin left and right 8 times. Gay right. Lastly, ended off with PT and the squats killed my legs EVEN MORE ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow I have aquathlon with Ben Leong, and if I swim properly hopefully we can win cos his 2.4 is like 8 FLAT or something. I think it's 7 this year damn. Yep okay that's it for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry Cherry Boom Boom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-7390259635459725477?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7390259635459725477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=7390259635459725477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7390259635459725477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7390259635459725477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-boss.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-5337940382675401480</id><published>2009-04-23T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:49:14.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrighty, so training today needless to say was really tough and I don't know why. Luo Nan went nuts and started bombing us with tons of crazy shit. Today school was kinda moody-ish and sian-ish. ESPECIALLY THE FIRST HALF OF THE DAY, friggin snail clock. Like History, chem then chinese. anyway, after which i spent ka-ching balin baling on recess and it was english and math. for english we watched this super nice show called "Erin Brockovich" and it's really awesome and the language is also fantabulous (: math was TA, couldn't complete it but it's okay, should be able to manage a 8/10 at least. oh right and for school nats, i got 11th and 14th position which is super surprising i thought i would have gotten owned completely. okay, tomorrow's 2.4 NAPFA. I have an aim and that is to go below 9 minutes. It's really tough cos I was only 9 32 in January but i will do my best and hopefully if I can't, at least win Gupta's 9 17. Crazy shizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-5337940382675401480?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5337940382675401480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=5337940382675401480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5337940382675401480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5337940382675401480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/04/alrighty-so-training-today-needless-to.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-5221847211658440836</id><published>2009-04-13T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:42:37.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was really awesome cos of all the great results that poured in and suddenly i'm not that stressed about sec 3 anymore. polo seasons over, studies going up, life's good! my progressreport 1 gpa is only 2.98 i think but today my physics got full marks, bringing it from a 2.4 to a 3.2/3.6 :D and as for math my overall percentage now is 89.4% xD and the past two years i've been getting 55 and 60% respectively so this is great, furthermore, double weightage baby! so yeah it's rather good and because my chem gp is also now 3.2 improvedfrom a 2.4, my pr 2 better be good should i maintain this. went for match support/prize presentation at ccab after school (ponned physics) and rj won 8-5! CONGRATS GUYS!! AND GUESS WHAT. I'M FINALLY UNDERSTANDING BIO!!!! alright, my 3.7 and all the guitar stuff is in sight. joel. the bet is still on and you're going down down in an earlier round :D peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need training and i need it now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-5221847211658440836?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5221847211658440836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=5221847211658440836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5221847211658440836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5221847211658440836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-really-awesome-cos-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-5971468775035228086</id><published>2009-04-10T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:23:37.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kay so last night was the seder meal. it was pretty awesome but i ate so much lamb and chicken and chapati blech. super jelak now. today i feel so sick cos i have a horrible cold which just kills my nose. and my hair appeals to me lesser and lesser every day, GROW HAIR, NOWI COMMAND YOU. oh i went for ASEAN cup just now and surprisingly got third for my 400 IM heat despite not training swimming for close to a month. Not bad with a new personal best to boot :D although i got disqualified cos i turned while changing from backstroke to breastroke, somehow, i totally forgot and its pissing. okay that's pretty much it, photos from the sedermeal are on facebook. please enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daryl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-5971468775035228086?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5971468775035228086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=5971468775035228086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5971468775035228086'/><link rel='self' 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3.2/3.6. i think mostly my gpa's kinda screwed cos of term 1. i screwed one test for every subject and that ain't nice. anyway re today was really awesome. most fun i've had in like ages. stalking nigel for his supposedly fat girlfriend. hilarious. saw gregs girl for the first time, didn't think she looked like that her photos are different (greg don't kill me). marcus and ruiyi brought guitars today and philo was free period so for us it was a jamming session. triple fun. in fact today was pretty much the best day of this year besides the bronze medal match except for the fact the demerit point thing is still under checking although now i'm totally cleared of 1 point. left 1 more cos changing is still counted and so is the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wth i'm still disallowed from ipod and psp for 1 month damn can you believe that. my ipod. no more screamo shizz. time to put songs onto me w902.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. tomorrow i have seder meal at church. i just remembered luh zomg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-7581568656756520412?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7581568656756520412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=7581568656756520412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7581568656756520412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7581568656756520412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/04/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-2947780086848577135</id><published>2009-04-07T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:05:09.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi guys. my gpa right now is kinda suckish and i'm being booked for things i never did before. a prefect booked me for throwing the ball down the s rajaratnam block turns out mr cheng here was the one that picked it up not the other away round guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-1 = 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right so 3 demerit points left. another guy booked me cos suppoesdly he told me not to change in class but i "defied" him and still changed. fyi, my entire class bears witness, you have NEVER set foot in my class before and i have NEVER talked to you this year. so keep in mind, and i don't think prefects scold students "my ass" right? didn't think so. because of this i got 1 for defiance and 1 for changing in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-2 = 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raffles institution prefectorial board get your facts right before you get people scolded by their father for being a disappointment the next time round thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-2947780086848577135?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2947780086848577135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=2947780086848577135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/2947780086848577135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/2947780086848577135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-5367815732536167013</id><published>2009-04-05T18:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:13:03.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bronze brotherhood</title><content type='html'>yo, i'm not dead yet. anyway we managed to clinch bronze this time with a classic comeback rather nice. came back from two goals down to win 5-4. it was kinda cool cos raffles had been fourth for the past 3 or 4 years so getting 3rd at least this time was really a joyous occasion took pictures at the after party, check out facebook! i got a ptm form and history teacher wants to meet the chengs, i'm screwed. oh poopy. maths ta tomorrow which hopefully i'm prepared for and physics (waves) sometime this week. my grades kinda suck this term so since the polo season has ended i'm hoping to pull them up to that nice little 3.6 mama always wanted me to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care,&lt;br /&gt;daryl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-5367815732536167013?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5367815732536167013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=5367815732536167013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5367815732536167013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5367815732536167013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/04/yo-im-not-dead-yet.html' title='Bronze brotherhood'/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-8169812806809505437</id><published>2009-03-24T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:24:54.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daryl, don't stress so much over the ACS Match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maybe this was just a chance for all of you to learn from your mistakes, and do even better next time on further matches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Don't bring yourself down just because of this. Maybe it wasn't your time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There's always gonna be other matches, and believe me, I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; how freaking dedicated and committed you are to water polo, and you can't expect to win all the time. That's why its called a competition, people will win and people will lose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cheer up! You're NOT useless :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anything, call or text me. Always here for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Marissa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-8169812806809505437?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8169812806809505437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=8169812806809505437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/8169812806809505437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/8169812806809505437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/03/daryl-dont-stress-so-much-over-acs.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3 MARISSA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315015853695414618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/SSE0DoosnqI/AAAAAAAAA5E/mHtC9WeURwQ/S220/Skates.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456200857304507287.post-8490298994005418512</id><published>2009-03-16T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:25:50.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TSK, DARYL!&lt;br /&gt;Have blog and don't update. Humph,&lt;br /&gt;I shall be the awesome person that I am and help you (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY YOU NEVER COME ON SATURDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Then we can't crap for &lt;strong&gt;3 weeks straight. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanpoxxxxx :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;Marissa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-8490298994005418512?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8490298994005418512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=8490298994005418512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/8490298994005418512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/8490298994005418512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/03/tsk-daryl-have-blog-and-dont-update.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3 MARISSA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315015853695414618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/SSE0DoosnqI/AAAAAAAAA5E/mHtC9WeURwQ/S220/Skates.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456200857304507287.post-5496968282354088964</id><published>2009-02-21T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:19:35.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall now have the honour of the 200th post :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks btw, for keeping my blog alive (faithfully) while I was away at camp.&lt;br /&gt;Bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;Marissa (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-5496968282354088964?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5496968282354088964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=5496968282354088964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5496968282354088964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5496968282354088964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-shall-now-have-honour-of-200th-post-d.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3 MARISSA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315015853695414618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/SSE0DoosnqI/AAAAAAAAA5E/mHtC9WeURwQ/S220/Skates.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456200857304507287.post-8432821291758593059</id><published>2009-02-14T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:11:40.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302655261383021186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/SZbQ3ZUXUoI/AAAAAAAABi8/RD7LCt2z12E/s320/DSC04229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/SZbQ3uPYqMI/AAAAAAAABjE/JOd2N81eycs/s1600-h/DSC04220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302655266999281858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/SZbQ3uPYqMI/AAAAAAAABjE/JOd2N81eycs/s320/DSC04220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VALENTINE'S&lt;/span&gt; DAY DARYL!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;Marissa, your awwsum bestfriend :D &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/5456200857304507287-8432821291758593059?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8432821291758593059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=8432821291758593059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/8432821291758593059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/8432821291758593059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-daryl-xoxo.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3 MARISSA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315015853695414618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/SSE0DoosnqI/AAAAAAAAA5E/mHtC9WeURwQ/S220/Skates.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/SZbQ3ZUXUoI/AAAAAAAABi8/RD7LCt2z12E/s72-c/DSC04229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456200857304507287.post-7226198954888073673</id><published>2009-02-12T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:23:48.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJSBHuayMAQ/SZQGjGEn08I/AAAAAAAAANE/gVXEGyk1Pjs/s1600-h/816ce_72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 335px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJSBHuayMAQ/SZQGjGEn08I/AAAAAAAAANE/gVXEGyk1Pjs/s200/816ce_72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301869861317104578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gahhh, so niceeeee. Pissing me off, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-7226198954888073673?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7226198954888073673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=7226198954888073673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7226198954888073673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7226198954888073673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/gahhh-so-niceeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJSBHuayMAQ/SZQGjGEn08I/AAAAAAAAANE/gVXEGyk1Pjs/s72-c/816ce_72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456200857304507287.post-2576145531791175745</id><published>2009-02-11T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:32:05.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tell me where is fancy bred - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or in the heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or in the head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how begot, how nourished?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reply, reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it is engendered in the eyeswith gazing fed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and fancy diesin the cradle where it lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let us all ring Fancy's knell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll begin it- ding, dong, bell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ding, dong, bell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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;&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;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-2576145531791175745?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2576145531791175745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=2576145531791175745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/2576145531791175745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/2576145531791175745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/tell-me-where-is-fancy-bred-or-in-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-7589017595243877154</id><published>2009-02-10T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:46:14.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'VE GOT SO MANY THINGS T TELL YOU DARYL! (:&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda bad news. But but butttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay!&lt;br /&gt;Because I refuse to be affected by all the crap that people have said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you about it tonight k!&lt;br /&gt;Balllllls-y.&lt;br /&gt;Dont emo. Or die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Marissaaaaaaaaaa :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-7589017595243877154?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7589017595243877154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=7589017595243877154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7589017595243877154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7589017595243877154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-got-so-many-things-t-tell-you-daryl.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3 MARISSA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315015853695414618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/SSE0DoosnqI/AAAAAAAAA5E/mHtC9WeURwQ/S220/Skates.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456200857304507287.post-4974955042844702524</id><published>2009-02-09T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:01:11.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate this feeling. It strikes me every day.&lt;br /&gt;Every&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freekin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It now takes me 3 hours to recollect myself and my thoughts at night, telling myself not to let one person affect my whole world, yeah, it takes about 180 minutes to let that sink into my head every night.&lt;br /&gt;Every&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freekin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have let myself been dragged in in the first place. I should have told myself this was happening, and steered clear long before anything. Today I talked to Khai Chong about what happened, not mentioning any names at all, and turns out he had problems of his own. But he got over them within the uber-short timeframe of 3 days. It's been five months.&lt;br /&gt;Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freekin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, nothing's going the way I want it to be. Everybody's going "Daryl, you're so much better, you don't deserve this! You're so "good-looking" and "hot" you'll find someone else again Yadda-yadda-yadda." If they could step in my size 8 converse shoes, the one I went out with you last with, then maybe they'd know. Or my Size 9 Vans Shoes, in which magic happened, yeah then maybe, probably you would know. So, everyone seems to have a date for Valentine's this Saturday. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those despos for a Valentine date. I never HAD a valentine. And right now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably NEVER WILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-4974955042844702524?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4974955042844702524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=4974955042844702524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/4974955042844702524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/4974955042844702524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-6343167596407982885</id><published>2009-02-09T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:30:31.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/SZATrm91gAI/AAAAAAAABgs/VuiwpzH5LJE/s1600-h/pic60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300758401330282498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/SZATrm91gAI/AAAAAAAABgs/VuiwpzH5LJE/s400/pic60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DARYL CHENG DO NOT EMO.&lt;br /&gt;YOUR BESTFRIEND MARISSA DIDN'T GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO EMO SO YOU SHALL NOT EMO!&lt;br /&gt;Unless I say so (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up!&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I admit, its Marissa here :D &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/5456200857304507287-6343167596407982885?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6343167596407982885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=6343167596407982885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/6343167596407982885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/6343167596407982885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/daryl-cheng-do-not-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3 MARISSA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315015853695414618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/SSE0DoosnqI/AAAAAAAAA5E/mHtC9WeURwQ/S220/Skates.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/SZATrm91gAI/AAAAAAAABgs/VuiwpzH5LJE/s72-c/pic60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456200857304507287.post-7350448887354633495</id><published>2009-02-08T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:05:49.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My stoopid phone has problem!!! The dang number 8 key won't work and neither will the delete nor the shortcut buttons! RAWR. For the record, I blame YOU. So that means, no SMS-ing as t,u,v are out of the question and also cos i cant delete any mistakes i make-i make alot of mistakes im an imperfectionist. That reminds me, I have to do Math, "coordinate geometry can go kiss my ***" - Ming Kang I can't agree more. So I woke up today, went to church, went for bowling for like 30 mins, went to the gym in like 3 months :OO and ran 6km followed by 7.5kg bicep curls and 110kg leg presses. (God, I'm such a gym noob), Oh well, at least I can do my 15 pullups :DD And now it's time for a good news, bad news scenario!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: I sprained my back while doing broad jump&lt;br /&gt;Good news: I managed to jump 226cm during that jump aka I got an A!! Like finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woots, 30 points here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;the real daryl xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-7350448887354633495?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7350448887354633495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=7350448887354633495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7350448887354633495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7350448887354633495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-stoopid-phone-has-problem-dang.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-5312286808184656219</id><published>2009-02-08T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:05:11.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I R COOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/SY2w-Tpz-rI/AAAAAAAABgk/5lDsBfY8gt0/s1600-h/DSC03574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300086920958966450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/SY2w-Tpz-rI/AAAAAAAABgk/5lDsBfY8gt0/s320/DSC03574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO MY NAME IS DARYL BOB CHENG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND I R COOL :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But of course Marissa is cooler. Duh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/SY2w-IZrJGI/AAAAAAAABgc/pY2f33XhFac/s1600-h/DSC03355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300086917938488418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/SY2w-IZrJGI/AAAAAAAABgc/pY2f33XhFac/s320/DSC03355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THAT'S A LIE &lt;strong&gt;O:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I lurbbb chewwxzxzxzxxzxz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daryl :D &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/5456200857304507287-5312286808184656219?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5312286808184656219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=5312286808184656219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5312286808184656219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5312286808184656219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-r-cool.html' title='I R COOL.'/><author><name>&amp;lt;3 MARISSA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315015853695414618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/SSE0DoosnqI/AAAAAAAAA5E/mHtC9WeURwQ/S220/Skates.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-UxQ-msty0/SY2w-Tpz-rI/AAAAAAAABgk/5lDsBfY8gt0/s72-c/DSC03574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456200857304507287.post-4674527077070335540</id><published>2009-02-07T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:06:44.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sureee Marissa, my name is totally not gonna be Bob. It's gonna be. Constantine :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-4674527077070335540?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4674527077070335540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=4674527077070335540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/4674527077070335540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/4674527077070335540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/sureee-marissa-my-name-is-totally-not.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-134516462773315300</id><published>2009-02-06T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:03:45.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO THERE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marissa is so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Daryl thinks Marissa is the awesomest bestfriend yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Daryl Cheng.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently playing Check Yes Juliet on my guitar.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently talking to Marissa the awesome on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I love catechism class cos of my awesome friends (:&lt;br /&gt;I spilt curry sauce on my white shorts last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confirmation name is gonna be Bob.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, Daryl Bob Cheng (LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till tomorrowwwww.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I have cat class and I love my awesome class.&lt;br /&gt;St Elizabeth 09 FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love pink.&lt;br /&gt;I have sexy pink socks.&lt;br /&gt;I have nice legs (oh shudduuupppp)&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; a backlight-less phone. And it was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;I have a nice voice. (Come on Daryl, don't egoooo.)&lt;br /&gt;I am very very smart. (HA-HA,)&lt;br /&gt;I have a sexy pink Nike waterbottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love PINK. I R GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daryl Bob Cheng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-134516462773315300?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/134516462773315300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=134516462773315300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/134516462773315300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/134516462773315300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-there-marissa-is-so-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-8225824121119148147</id><published>2009-02-03T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:32:27.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GUESS WHAT! I sprained my wrist after whacking too many people's asses. I'm DEAD SERIOUS. The super loud and hard smack of Shi Wei's was the final straw for mr Right hand and I suffered almost entirely throughout training. It sucksssss. Now I cant even put my hands on my hips without feeling pain. Okay, that's pretty much the important part. Dear God by Avenged sevenfold is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A lonely road, crossed another cold state line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Miles away from those I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Purpose hard to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;While I recall all the words you spoke to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can't help but wish that I was there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Back where I'd love to be, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dear God the only thing I ask of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Is to hold her when I'm not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; When I'm much too far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; We all need that person who can be true to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; But I left her when I found her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And now I wish I'd stayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm missing you again, oh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There's nothing here for me on this barren road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There's no one here while the city sleeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And all the shops are closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't help but think of the times I've had with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pictures and some memories will have to help me through, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dear God the only thing I ask of you is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To hold her when I'm not around, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When I'm much too far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We all need that person who can be true to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I left her when I found her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And now I wish I'd stayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm missing you again oh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Some search, never finding a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Before long, they waste away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I found you, something told me to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I gave in, to selfish ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And how I miss someone to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; When hope begins to fade... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A lonely road, crossed another cold state line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Miles away from those I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hope is hard to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dear God the only thing I ask of you is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To hold her when I'm not around, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When I'm much too far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We all need the person who can be true to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I left her when I found her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And now I wish I'd stayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm missing you again oh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's for you.&lt;s&gt; I think I love you. I really do. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-8225824121119148147?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8225824121119148147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=8225824121119148147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/8225824121119148147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/8225824121119148147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/guess-what-i-sprained-my-wrist-after.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-7007143242237267471</id><published>2009-02-01T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:49:40.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Backstabbing Cheerleaders. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-7007143242237267471?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7007143242237267471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=7007143242237267471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7007143242237267471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7007143242237267471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/cheerleaders.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-7618420627787421930</id><published>2009-01-28T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:01:26.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Season in 2 months. First team. Driver. Freestyle at 28 seconds. Ready and raring to go. Doctor says I have to stop training.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly broke down and cried in the clinic. Stop training? Then, coupled with the recent happenings, I dare say the year of the Ox is probably not gonna be a pleasant one. My two forms of rehab from studies are now taken away. My guitar string snapped (musical advancement gone), and my water polo taken away (physical enhancement) so all that's left is my PSP and computer and gaming, which does nothing for me.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today was kinda cool, the RE presentation in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;le auditoriume &lt;/span&gt;was cool. Handphone music just gets you through anything these days. Oh, i have to stop training for the dumb sandfly bites by the way. Okay, other than that. That's pretty much it. Full marks for Surds assignment. Whoop tee do. Oh and dad says I can still go training so yeah, I guess it can turn out for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-7618420627787421930?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7618420627787421930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=7618420627787421930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7618420627787421930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7618420627787421930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/season-in-2-months.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-5573192596466566420</id><published>2009-01-27T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:06:19.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somebody from upstairs please give me a sign, an instrument perhaps of how I'm supposed to fixed broken trust. I prayed so hard last night I nearly cried, it was so spiritual I've never felt so close to the Lord before. I need your help, O Lord, in my times of need you never gave up on me. O Lord, help me change for the better, i want something that will guide me through this. Help me through this dark time. What i did was so wrong, it can't even be criticized by mere words. I have to brace myself for the darkest year of my life, it's sec 3 , I'm gonna be 15. It's time for people to change. 15 years into this earth, I should know what to do. I'll make things better. I'll be more focused. I'll be more mature. Say things I shouldn't say? &lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt; it. 27th January 2009. The time of my life. So help me God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-5573192596466566420?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5573192596466566420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=5573192596466566420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5573192596466566420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5573192596466566420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/somebody-from-upstairs-please-give-me.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-1030128787926965000</id><published>2009-01-24T11:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:51:55.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's already been 3 months but still nothing's changing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-1030128787926965000?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1030128787926965000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=1030128787926965000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/1030128787926965000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/1030128787926965000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-already-been-3-months-but-still.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-3402098080003986412</id><published>2009-01-24T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:40:57.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, I really need to stop scratching before my bites get worse. Dang it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-3402098080003986412?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3402098080003986412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=3402098080003986412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/3402098080003986412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/3402098080003986412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/sadgsdfg.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-4885142204220981249</id><published>2009-01-21T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:11:32.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh lardy hotcakes. I'm supposed to be doing my Chinese zuo wen format right about now. And my dan zhang lian xi.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the China guys in my class are really nice, especially the guy before me, index number 3-Dai Ruoyu aka Roy. I mean exploiting China weaknesses much, he helped me to carry my books after recess. And he's a imba smart physics lab partner. Because of him, we got the page thickness right. Rather we got praised by Mr Gideon Choo.&lt;br /&gt;0.076mm ftw.&lt;br /&gt;I ponned training to go for tuition and woot there's no tuition next week! Apparently if I HAD gone for training, I would have fallen victim to the carnage known as a &gt;20-1 defeat by RJC (A div). Oh well. Maybe if I went things night have been better. Crap, first team, better work hard. Oh, speaking of which, I need to print out the attendance template for Term 1 tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Surds TA on 5th Feb, it's the one I've worked hardest of rin my entire life, there's no reason I shouldn't get full marks. Math is double weightage this year I better not screw it up.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, more NAPFA mock tests. My standing broad jump epc FAIL. 218 cm. WTH. I need another 8 cm if not its bye bye full marks. But I did 10 pull ups and I'm only doing inclined this year. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;America.&lt;br /&gt;We do love their burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-4885142204220981249?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4885142204220981249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=4885142204220981249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/4885142204220981249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/4885142204220981249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/20-1-defeat-by-rjc-div.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-2693294988761706322</id><published>2009-01-19T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:03:33.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh emm gee, today's training was madness, but it felt strangely satisfying and left me with a tinge of chlorine rush! (?)&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the climax/conflict of the story is that we swam 48 breadths of the pool, coming out of the pool every lap to do 10 pushups on one side and 10 squats when we get back to the other side. So that's about 480 squats and pushups. It's not as easy as it sounds. Okay maybe it doesn't sound so easy but anyway, it was Sparta. Oh, And I'm really pissed at our coach's lack of responsibility. He left us to do a shooting drill and he just left the pool. Without even telling any player including our captain. He just told Lim who didn't even tell us. What kind of coach does that; I think there's a certain level of responsiblity that must be established when you're a coach, and this is erally unacceptable. Oh, for English, I was about 5 seconds late and got into class when they were greeting Mrs Albar. Thus, I was made to stand out side for about 5 minutes. Sucks. Erm, Maths was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Fruitcakes are awesome. I wanna eat a fruitcake for my birthday now.&lt;br /&gt;And everything else is really cool. Shizz. I need to learn new songs. Give me suggestions, people.&lt;br /&gt;Oh post-training was ultra high. Okay this is a high post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love history teachers, they have history oozing out of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-2693294988761706322?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2693294988761706322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=2693294988761706322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/2693294988761706322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/2693294988761706322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-emm-gee-todays-training-was-madness.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-2092975109975699313</id><published>2009-01-18T17:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:36:54.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The drugs begin to peak&lt;br /&gt;A smile of joy arrives in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But under the covers&lt;br /&gt;More torture than pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And just pass your lips there's more anger than laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not now or forever will I ever change you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-2092975109975699313?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2092975109975699313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=2092975109975699313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/2092975109975699313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/2092975109975699313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/drugs-begin-to-peak-smile-of-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-7905624999728252426</id><published>2009-01-18T17:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:34:02.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pretty girls with sexy highlights &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zomg, what a day. Went bowling, after which went to Challenger to get Left 4 Dead, I still prefer the 360 one. Don't change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I came home and did Physics and Chinese homework.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I'm so old now, Sec 3 and so much homework. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i guess that's really it. But the process of walking around shopping centres make me woozy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and welcome back RGS girls from OBS. Nice to grace us with your feminine presence again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we all go high on alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-7905624999728252426?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7905624999728252426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=7905624999728252426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7905624999728252426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7905624999728252426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/pretty-girls-with-sexy-highlights-3.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-1657758780192737242</id><published>2009-01-13T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:59:39.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think i'll just talk about my NAPFA expectaions this year since the classes that have taken their PE lessons have already run their mock 2.4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit-ups: hope to do about 50&lt;br /&gt;IPU: Maybe about 60? I slacked a 47 last year.&lt;br /&gt;Shuttle run: Gah, 9.5 again?&lt;br /&gt;Sit &amp;amp; Reach: Shit I hope I get 45cm. I need it for an A.&lt;br /&gt;Broad jump: 240cm? I did 220 last year and I've grown abit taller.&lt;br /&gt;2.4km: HAHAHA. i wanna go below 9 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heightwise, I seriously hope I'm about 1.69 or 1.7m though I strongly doubt it. I need to be taller gah. greg i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-1657758780192737242?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1657758780192737242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=1657758780192737242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/1657758780192737242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/1657758780192737242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-ill-just-talk-about-my-napfa.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-3688448478837019631</id><published>2009-01-09T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:33:15.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodness gracious me! I'm back from Sandflies, salty sea water, lousy toilets and peeing in bushes! Aka I'm back from OBS. Basically the system for OBS is such that you get split up into two camps. camp 1 and camp 2. I was in camp 2, which was the camp with lousier amenities and was smaller by a clear margin but had fantastic and horny people. That made all the difference in OBS. However, the injury I sustained over the course of the 5 days is no small matter. I have asuperficial cut stretching across my entire calf area, from close the the knee all the way to the ankle and one DEEP one at the front that nearly required stitches. Silly fence caused it. Was bleeding like CRAZZYYYYYY and hurt quite a fair bit xp. Though some people are envious? Weird. Anyway, the Mamee noodles over the days are nice haha. we never have a variety of food. many injuries, physically and emotionally throughout the camp and also many lost items (i lost my fork and spoon and 34.50 bucks worth of supplies). For those going to OBS (RGS), be prepared to lose things so bring more money. The camp is over but the journey has just begun, somehow I think everything Bernard, our rocking and horny instructor, has taught us is able to sink into my head. Probably cause I'm able to set aside my ego when you're at the lowest of the low I'm living rough. As he always says, "It's all part and parcel of OBS life!". Definitely Bernard's words are gonna be "crawling in my skin" (inside joke) for a long time! Okay then. That's it for this post! I'm too lazy to post about OBS details and the eventful 5 days, just passed too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-3688448478837019631?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3688448478837019631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=3688448478837019631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/3688448478837019631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/3688448478837019631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodness-gracious-me-im-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-7138585676653628236</id><published>2009-01-04T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:59:20.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, OBS is kinda tomorrow. So I guess it's goodbye to sitting in front of TV and eating Pop Tarts and hello sitting in front of campfires and eating self-cooked marshmallows. Come to think of it it's not that bad. I wish. Though I really can't wait for the dock jump! Like ZOMG, it's gonna be frickin' awesome. And the good thing about OBS is maybe I could lose a couple of pounds. Like I'm getting fatter- 58kg now. That sucks. I need to lose weight badly if not my totally pwnzering water polo skills with a 'z' will deprove. Oh did I mention the highlight of OBS? We have a competiton the day AFTER we come back from OBS!!! and therefore, that entitles us to "not being able to pon OBS". Damn shishkebabs that sucks. I'm gonna be so tired by the time i realise the match starts ACS (I) is gonna be singing their school song or cheering or something. Hah, but maybe OBS will help me get some of my tan back, though horrible and weird shirt tanlines are a "no-no".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, little meeeeeeeeesy what do I do? Oh well I guess we could look on the bright side, unless it rains and the tents are flooded just like the previous sec 3 batch. Anyway, it will teach us "life skills" and "independence" like how to survive out in the wilderness when you're a Mas Selamat, maybe that's how Mas Selamat is surviving. Maybe I'll find him on Pulau Ubin! And earn BIG BUCKS! Then I can quit school and start my very own cup cake company and earn even MORE BIG BUCKS! Then, I'll retire and be a happy man =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If just life were that easy. GPA 3.6 being a New Year's Resolution? Tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-7138585676653628236?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7138585676653628236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=7138585676653628236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7138585676653628236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/7138585676653628236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/yeah-obs-is-kinda-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-9125158546535785806</id><published>2008-12-30T09:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:51:21.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With Jiao Lian's last training for the year just tomorrow, I now retreat into a state of deep thought. Perhaps it is the emotions that cloud my once swell-headed mind. Only now do we realise how important Jiao Lian was to us and how we let slip by the many opportunities of gold we had. Eg. The C division "semi-final" match against Hwa Ching where I shot 21 shots over the crossbar though Jiao Lian asked me to drop it to the centreman. Because of that we lost. 6-3. Just 3 goals. Obviously it's too late to repent for our wrongdoings and ignorance throughout ours and Jiao Lian's term in RI but now what I feel is most important is that we continue to work hard for our next common objective. THE B division final. Sure, it may be quite a daunting task taking into consideration that we are playing close to 9 Sec 3s and only about 6 Sec 4s but still, with hard work, perserverance and determination I'm sure that we'll be able to do it. After all, that was just what Jiao Lian was asking for this entire time we were under his coaching. Simply asking for some hard work and of course, just to pay attention to what he had to say. Just like the match itself, when you shoot the ball over the crossbar, you carry on swimming, swimming so dam fast for the counter attack. So that's what we're gonna do. We shot the ball over the crossabr many times but this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's gonna be a heck of a counter attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-9125158546535785806?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/9125158546535785806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=9125158546535785806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/9125158546535785806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/9125158546535785806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/with-jiao-lians-last-training-for-year.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-2307284345212990571</id><published>2008-12-28T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:48:11.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bleeding scabs and blistered fingers at bowling today. Though it wasn't too bad with scores of 168, 160 and 171. More shifting today as well. Just now I kicked off a scab and the pain was kinda suckish. So damn man. Hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Just found out something really interesting today regarding a certain relationship but i shan't disclose anything.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's more or less it for today. Nice song by The Cab. It's called Bounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lips that slip&lt;br /&gt;Are the lips that press&lt;br /&gt;And the lips that leak&lt;br /&gt;Seem to know you best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put bodies into motion Keep this skin out in the open&lt;br /&gt;Liars turn me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed spread bandit since '89&lt;br /&gt;You wear your heart on your sleeve&lt;br /&gt;And threw mine to the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bounce Bounce baby, Bounce back to me (You don't need this)&lt;br /&gt;Bounce bounce baby, Bounce back to me (You don't need this)&lt;br /&gt;This is it, Call it quits with honesty (You don't need this)&lt;br /&gt;Every word is a curse let loose on me&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth it moves but fails to speak&lt;br /&gt;And when you use your lips they better be on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lies that tied your tongue in knots&lt;br /&gt;Are the words that grew to hit my spots&lt;br /&gt;So filthy, Dialed desire&lt;br /&gt;Swallowed pride but spit out fire&lt;br /&gt;Liars turn me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed spread bandit since '89&lt;br /&gt;You wear your heart on your sleeve&lt;br /&gt;And threw mine to the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bounce Bounce baby, Bounce back to me (You don't need this)&lt;br /&gt;Bounce bounce baby, Bounce back to me (You don't need this)&lt;br /&gt;This is it, Call it quits with honesty (You don't need this)&lt;br /&gt;Every word is a curse let loose on me&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth it moves but fails to speak&lt;br /&gt;And when you use your lips they better be on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bounce bounce, baby (Bounce bounce, baby)&lt;br /&gt;Bounce bounce, baby (Bounce bounce, baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So filthy, Dialed desire&lt;br /&gt;Swallowed pride but spit out fire&lt;br /&gt;Liars turn me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bounce Bounce baby, Bounce back to me (You don't need this)&lt;br /&gt;Bounce bounce baby, Bounce back to me (You don't need this)&lt;br /&gt;This is it, Call it quits with honesty (You don't need this)&lt;br /&gt;Every word is a curse let loose on me&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth it moves but fails to speak&lt;br /&gt;And when you use your lips they better be on me&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/5456200857304507287-2307284345212990571?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2307284345212990571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=2307284345212990571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/2307284345212990571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/2307284345212990571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/bleeding-scabs-and-blistered-fingers-at.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-2337619250738017259</id><published>2008-12-27T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:16:02.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yes. I love my golden-bleached hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-2337619250738017259?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2337619250738017259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=2337619250738017259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/2337619250738017259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/2337619250738017259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-8137024065838608998</id><published>2008-12-27T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:15:37.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Time&lt;br /&gt;It's only one week till school starts.&lt;br /&gt;It's only one month till our season starts.&lt;br /&gt;It's only one year till I'm 15 years old going on 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Time&lt;br /&gt;It's only two weeks till OBS.&lt;br /&gt;It's only two months till the hopeful finals of our season.&lt;br /&gt;It's only two years till I'm 16 going on 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Time&lt;br /&gt;It's only three weeks till school properly starts.&lt;br /&gt;Three months till the swimming season&lt;br /&gt;Three years till I'm 17 going on 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And four years till I'm 18 going on 19 and the A-levels come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dear Time&lt;br /&gt;Please do slow down and allow us to embrace the present and for now the future can wait. Because Dear Time, you re running way too fast and there is no way I can catch up. I'll be stuck in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Boy learning to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-8137024065838608998?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8137024065838608998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=8137024065838608998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/8137024065838608998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/8137024065838608998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-time-its-only-one-week-till-school.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-6985664937890362925</id><published>2008-12-26T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:28:15.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hokay, so firstly, a belated merry christmas and happy boxing day! Oh, 987 deejays say you should say merry christmas and not merry xmas. Cos it's supposed to be a dang lazy way of saying it. Oh and when I was young, I always though Boxing day meant like...you know, Muhammad Ali kind of boxing. And that always led me to wonder how in the world they could beat each other up right after Christmas. But that was in the past so yay. Oh gee, Christmas season was actually kinda mundane this year cos I still had some side effects from the sickness on 24th. So that kinda sucked. Erm, for Christmas Eve, because I was so sick, I slept...ALOT. I think. 16 hours. Or so. Fortunately on Christmas day I felt better so I could go for mass which was sooper early, at 7am, that's no way to treat a post-illness 14 year old boy. Pity me. But after that, I got my parents to send me home first to sleep more before going to catch Yesman at 150. Yesman is seriously awesome and you should go catch it too before its over. It's the bomb. And so is my new phone, Mr W902, sleek design, volcanic black exterior, with a 5.0 megapixel camera similar to alomst every cybershot sony ericsson phone, and of course not forgetting the awesome bass on the walkman with google maps. it's totally cool. I'm not sure if that coutns as my Christmas gift, however. I still wanna get Left 4 Dead.&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty much yesterday, for today it's training (which was just over), and abit of moving later on to our now renovated house (WOO-HOO). And i don't think KFC immediately after you've completely recovered from your sickness is very good now, is it? I sure hope I don't fall sick again by the time tomorrow comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I saw this 14/15 year old couple today, and it was quite weird for them to be brave enough to hold hands etc all in the eys of the public, but still, kinda sweet and hey, gotta say was a lil' jealous. But oh well, no rush, aye? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot stuff,&lt;br /&gt;daryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-6985664937890362925?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6985664937890362925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=6985664937890362925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/6985664937890362925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/6985664937890362925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/hokay-so-firstly-belated-merry.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-6262741612469452932</id><published>2008-12-23T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:44:09.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas is approachinggggggggggggg. It's gonna be fun fun fun although I have no pressies this year. I think my present may just be a restringing of my guitar xp My string snapped on me on Sunday. Boohoo D: Oh well, it's supposed to be done on Saturday anyway so yeah. I was playing Good Riddance (Time of your Life) by Green Day. Really good song though really old.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? Daryl Cheng didn't leave Singapore this year! Looking at all the fabulous and posh facebook pictures of friends going to various places such as Japan and China and Europe and US etc just makes me so envious! Especially Japan.  I mean...for the sake of Santa Claus (hohoho) it snows there, zomg how unfair. I went to Switzerland last year and there was snow on the mountain but that was just a one time stop over. Eh, good thing there's no Christmas training. Nobody would like training as a present. Hmm, come to think of it, I'll be packing a lot all this week. I'm gonna move back to my house which is done with renovations and it looks AWESOME. I can't wait to move back in. And then there's gonna be "housewarming" which me and my sis have to settle because we're planning to invite both our friends on the same day. And that won't work. I went to school today to get my long pants as well, size 30. Super baggy. Maybe it's cause I'm used to slim fit jeans (not skinnies, I don't wear them).&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, as for now, it's off to do some Christmas &lt;s&gt;PSP playing&lt;/s&gt; carolling. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot for teacher by Van Halen, anyone? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Cheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-6262741612469452932?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6262741612469452932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=6262741612469452932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/6262741612469452932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/6262741612469452932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-approachinggggggggggggg.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-3829731367544502879</id><published>2008-12-19T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:28:59.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodness me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Woah. Apparently today we, the B division of '09 have given jiao lian his best training in all his years of RI because of our attitude. Whoo hoo. But our captain has just said it's prbably just emotional. Oh well. Anyway, I've been like PSP-ing. And playing cards is fun. Especially at the &lt;s&gt;library  &lt;/s&gt;swimming pool. Anyway, I got elbowed today on my arm (bicep area) so now it's aching like mad. Hmmm, gee nowadays my days are so mundane and routine. Nothing intersting really going on. Just erm...training, reading and playing random games. How odd. And OH SHIT. I haven't been doing my Maths all this week. Oh no, dieeee. I better start tomorrow. Okay, good. I knew something was missing. However, for now, it's still slacka roo time. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;tic tac toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-3829731367544502879?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3829731367544502879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=3829731367544502879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/3829731367544502879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/3829731367544502879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodness-me.html' title='Goodness me'/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-5358960881987493663</id><published>2008-12-18T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:31:29.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ha. Today's training was fun. We lost the practice 6 on 5 drill like 6-4 and 7-3 . But my shot blocks were on form! So that's great because usually they're not. And I can like tread water higher now, to my ribcage area and maintain there. If you talk about jumping then water level slightly below trunks. (Shit, I hope it doesn't get worse,it's painful.)Anyway, Acs (I) have some kitkat thing during their drill. So, we have come up with Snickers..or is it Tea BuBa. I think it's both. Although it doesn't really mean anything =.= And the breaking news is that Daryl Cheng has completed his book review. Thanks. Awesome. 1.1k words. That's like half of Ming Kang's though. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Gah, tomorrow's training. 4th last with Jiao Lian. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-5358960881987493663?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5358960881987493663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=5358960881987493663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5358960881987493663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5358960881987493663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/ha.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-3634370482444097565</id><published>2008-12-17T14:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:14:48.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whoa ho, I got a super cool cut across the pool gutter yesterday! In fact, it got infected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJSBHuayMAQ/SUiWHqPYePI/AAAAAAAAAM8/sfGDW-iY0bc/s1600-h/DSC00944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJSBHuayMAQ/SUiWHqPYePI/AAAAAAAAAM8/sfGDW-iY0bc/s200/DSC00944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280635621433964786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJSBHuayMAQ/SUiWHvyIkfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WrCahUqfKCQ/s1600-h/DSC00945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJSBHuayMAQ/SUiWHvyIkfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WrCahUqfKCQ/s200/DSC00945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280635622921900530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry about the quality though, I used my 2MP camera phone. Anyway, I'm gonna be changing to a w902 soon so yay! Ok, if you can see the small bit of black there, that's the infected skin, it looks way blacker in real life. It's clearer in the first one by the way. Basically what happened is we were playing soccer and I just slipped, didn't even know I was cut until I looked down at my leg and felt a surge of pain run through my body. But i still went for training today!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brave boy eh?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and i have very very sad news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jiao Lian will NOT be coaching next year, it seriously is...screwed. I suddenly feel really horrible for the fact that we haven't really been training properly all this while and now the school board wants to get a new coach we haven't been doing well enough. **** it. If we didn't have to give up the pool to swimmers, would it be this way? I don't hell think so. This is probably the worst piece of news I could ever recieve, i don't care what the new coach says, I'm gonna do what jiao lian has been teaching us and I'm gonna do it well, so well that he'll find that Superman really is super. God have mercy. And thanks for everything jiao lian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I wanna watch Yesman...any takers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-3634370482444097565?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3634370482444097565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=3634370482444097565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/3634370482444097565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/3634370482444097565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/whoa-ho-i-got-super-cool-cut-across.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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/_aJSBHuayMAQ/SUiWHqPYePI/AAAAAAAAAM8/sfGDW-iY0bc/s72-c/DSC00944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456200857304507287.post-8209595764919862053</id><published>2008-12-15T16:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:58:53.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmm, maybe I SHOULD take the first step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-8209595764919862053?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8209595764919862053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=8209595764919862053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/8209595764919862053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/8209595764919862053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmmm-maybe-i-should-take-first-step.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-8666159127619016223</id><published>2008-12-15T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:38:27.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hokay. Eh, firstly, I am disappointed that our jiao lian went back to China for goodness knows how long and now we have another coach to take over temporarily...it just won't be the same with out the "diu li ma"s and "fuck ni ma"s. Sorry for blogging the vulgarities I'm just making a point. Okay...moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've managed to complete my Gears of War 2 on Hardcore. Yay. Guitar Hero World Tour is super fun but I suck at the drums, like really...suck. But guitar is quite okay especially when you have some experience in the field xD&lt;br /&gt;Well, with regards to holiday work...I've been doing 30 Maths questions, 5 days a week!! WOOHOO. And I just borrowed a chinese book from the library today to start on my book review, the book is only 120 pages long but oh well nobody gives a shit, aye? :D&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, somebody returned from Europe a few days back so just..."welcome home"! Though I've said it to you already. Oh yeah, on Friday there was cathecism class outing! I shall not bother blogging about it because everything is on Marissa's blog, so are photos...links at the side there ---------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took alot of photos though haha and I am a epic phail as a camwhore, boohoo.  And I owe Marissa an awesome post. Cos she did one for me too. Haha. Let's go man. I think I'll just do one of those poem thingys where each letter stands for something. Duh, A is gonna be awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;iss Guitar disciple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;wesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;eady to be there for me when I'm down, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;ndependent young lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;iao friend xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;weet and caring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lways so energetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I totally crapped my way through that but it took me time to time to think of those okay! have fun! On a a side note, I am offically overly fatigued and stressed. I've been getting dizzy spells when I stand up and I can't swim for more than two hours without feeling like vomitting and fainting. I'm kinda scared but I'm hoping this'll pass with more rest. Well, as for now, I think I'm gonna sign off, I need to read my Chinese book and do my Maths, and there's training tonight which I'm definitely not gonna enjoy because I'm feeling dizzy again...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-8666159127619016223?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8666159127619016223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=8666159127619016223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/8666159127619016223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/8666159127619016223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/took-alot-of-photos-though-haha-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-9078917055712218751</id><published>2008-12-10T15:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:15:15.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of  late it seems that certain people have been impostering as me on various cboxes. Now, everybody knows who the real Daryl is. Me. Or wait. I'm Cheng.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going back to the point. Those imposters are quiet stupid. Just use your god-given own name, unless you give a stupid comment like the one on a certain somebody's blog that says I (Daryl) am a wanker. Yeah...no. It's okay. Kids these days are really childish. And also for anons insulting others on their cboxes, you can insult me all you want. Put on the cbox. Put it for the world to see. I'm not gonna delete it. People who see it will just know that you have extremely lousy parents who don't give a shit of what you're doing and that you have a totally lousy upbringing. Wake up kids, you aren't the only ones in this world. It's about time you started paying attention to the people around you and also time you started acting more maturely. The world doesn't revolve around vulgarities you know, money maybe but sure as hell not vulgarities and insults. So don't go around cursing and swearing beacuse its bad. Get it? If not, read through this once more. if you don't wanna listen, fine by me. I'm not the one that's gonna disappoint my parents and people in general when they find out you're the ones doing it. I have nothing more to say. So please, just do yourself a favour. Snap out of it. To all those whom I possibly spammed your tagboards with scoldings to the various insulters, I'm sorry. I just can't tolerate this kind of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-9078917055712218751?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/9078917055712218751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=9078917055712218751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/9078917055712218751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/9078917055712218751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-late-it-seems-that-certain-people.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-1889965584155524203</id><published>2008-12-01T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:25:01.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn, it's December and I haven't started on my book review! Sweet Jesus son of Mother Mary help me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, today there was a rather interesting dialogue between Yongjin and Ming Kang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YJ: "Why you take trip science +geog? It's such a mugger combination."&lt;br /&gt;MK: "yeah, so?"&lt;br /&gt;YJ: "And you are not a mugger."&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: "=.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MK IS  a mugger. Obviously he'll deny it but hey a 3.53-3.6 GPA is quite mugger-ish okay. To me that is. What can I say? 3.33 with PSP before the EOYs? Not too shabby! If I had studied, 4.0...EASY. Which reminds me of the bet Ryan had. 4.0 or your balls, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm eating healthy now. Today at KFC I traded up my coleslaw to a SALAD. So awesome. Not that bad tasting either! Except onions. I hate onions. Oh! I started on holiday revision already. ONZ. I did like 30 Maths questions today, damn, I didn't know I had it in me. Er, other than that, been playing Team Fortress 2! It's the most ownage game ever (with a 'z'). If you know, what I'm talking about in the next paragraph, you play TF2...too.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, Heavy is my favourite, next to Spy. Kinda ironic as Spy is more conservative while Heavy is a "burn your house down, bitch" kind of character, if you get my drift. Reason being all you need to do for Heavy is...follow your medic, when you see/hear gunshots, rev up the minigun and when you see them, it's go time baby. provided you don't get backstabbed by a spy. Which goes on to why I like spies. Today, I disguised as a pro Demoman from the other team and the other team medic was stupid enough to heal me until it reached ubercharge, which is a state of invulnerability, after which I just turned and backstabbed. Three kills, all cloaking and backstabbing. Nice. have fun deciphering that non-TF2 players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who play Gears of War or just want a good laugh...&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTAVTkQx72w&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the black guy talking is supposed to be a very gung-ho character so what he says is really funny. Together with the wet blanket bolnde guy, this clip is hilarious. have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-1889965584155524203?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1889965584155524203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=1889965584155524203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/1889965584155524203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/1889965584155524203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/damn-its-december-and-i-havent-started.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-6380849081029674685</id><published>2008-11-27T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:24:17.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com,&lt;br /&gt;As of late, it seems that nothing has really been going according to plan.&lt;br /&gt;For one, I'm getting screwed at training more often and speaking of training, I;m suffering more and more injuries.&lt;br /&gt;What could this be?&lt;br /&gt;A sign from above?&lt;br /&gt;When the someone I needed most left, I guess I really lost alot of courage and pardon my arrogance, but I lost a lot of dignity as well.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe it really wasn't supposed to work out in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, to add on to the misery and woe, it seems that my Xbox 360 crashed on me again.&lt;br /&gt;Tough.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...maybe I've really lost the strength to do many things ever since it happened.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem like anyone's around me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;No one seems to think the way the one did.&lt;br /&gt;When people ask me the same question.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;But, it seems that every laugh I make tears me apart from the inside out.&lt;br /&gt;When I look at those sappy love shows, it reminds me of how I would laugh at everything I wrote and did.&lt;br /&gt;But yet.&lt;br /&gt;That one enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;I daresay I'm reminded a lot nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;People say it hurts before it gets better.&lt;br /&gt;But he who denies is disillusioned by the fact of reality.&lt;br /&gt;You see the thing is.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it will. It's a rollercoaster ride from here on.&lt;br /&gt;One with a 500 foot drop.&lt;br /&gt;But for now.&lt;br /&gt;We're only at 5 feet.&lt;br /&gt;I daresay my days may just be numbered.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;500 feet ain't a walk in a park.&lt;br /&gt;It's one hell of a ride.&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing because I think it may clear some air.&lt;br /&gt;I see friends getting into the same situation I once was in.&lt;br /&gt;I fall again.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me really sad, really.&lt;br /&gt;To look at the past again.&lt;br /&gt;But this time.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it'll never come back.&lt;br /&gt;How come it hurts so much.&lt;br /&gt;It never did with anything else, though.&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I'm just trying too hard.&lt;br /&gt;What if...&lt;br /&gt;What if i could get away from all this for just one day.&lt;br /&gt;Just a day free for me to clear out my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it'll work.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it'll add salt to the wound.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry dear blog, I know this is a little boring but bear with me yeah?&lt;br /&gt;I sit by the windows gazing,&lt;br /&gt;thinking you know maybe&lt;br /&gt;maybe those thousands of miles away&lt;br /&gt;that one&lt;br /&gt;is sharing&lt;br /&gt;the same thoughts as me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;it'll work again.&lt;br /&gt;But that one says&lt;br /&gt;that one says it's time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;It's all really funny how&lt;br /&gt;I wanted it so much&lt;br /&gt;in the first place&lt;br /&gt;and so did&lt;br /&gt;that one.&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;time flies,&lt;br /&gt;seasons pass,&lt;br /&gt;people...&lt;br /&gt;change.&lt;br /&gt;Tears contain salt.&lt;br /&gt;They make the wound worse.&lt;br /&gt;So I tell my self.&lt;br /&gt;Why cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-6380849081029674685?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6380849081029674685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=6380849081029674685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/6380849081029674685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/6380849081029674685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-ball-shaped-hotcakes.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-9067443586430523810</id><published>2008-11-27T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:51:57.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah shit. In case you haven't known, I sprained my wrist so I'm out of training till Monday...which obviously is not something very good for me. Therefore, I will be missing an alleged 5 training sessions! ZOMG. That's like half the trainings I go for in a week. Also suffered a cut on my lip yesterday and on my ear. Lip was because of a nasty elbow from Superstar and ear because of a ball ramming into the earguard of the water polo cap. Shit, I'm getting more and more injury prone. Pizza was great during the farewell though. And Beverly Hills Chihuahua is not bad if you're into chic flics etc. My speeling sucks okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-9067443586430523810?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/9067443586430523810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=9067443586430523810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/9067443586430523810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/9067443586430523810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/ah-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-5632462127304578420</id><published>2008-11-20T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:17:47.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm gonna do a quiz and this time no funny answers etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone on your top 8/16/24?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced in front of your mirror naked?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told a lie?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back?&lt;br /&gt;I still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone of the same sex?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a picture?&lt;br /&gt;HELL NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in until 5 PM?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, after orientation camp in sec 1 xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sex at work?&lt;br /&gt;No. Underage dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at work/school?&lt;br /&gt;Chinese sleeping ftw. Must be why I only got 79.5% for EOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Held a snake?&lt;br /&gt;Not that I remember. Touched though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran a red light?&lt;br /&gt;DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been suspended from school?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totaled your car/motorbike in an accident?&lt;br /&gt;Only in Burnout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been fired from a job?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang karaoke?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, when I was p4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a snowflake on your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;A definite yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave your private parts a nickname?&lt;br /&gt;What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat on a roof top?&lt;br /&gt;Yep! Gave me an adrenaline rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;Gonna happen when I'm sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. In p1. Drink more milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaved your head?&lt;br /&gt;In k2 i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept naked?&lt;br /&gt;Brrrr...no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blacked out from drinking?&lt;br /&gt;Nah. Never drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a prank on someone?&lt;br /&gt;Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a gym membership?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. School gym is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like killing someone?&lt;br /&gt;The stupid xbox repair people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made your girlfriend/boyfriend/spouse cry?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried over someone you were in love with?&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sex more than 4 times in one day?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...no. Still underage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Mexican jumping beans for pets?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a band?&lt;br /&gt;For 2 days. A fake band haha. OHOH, but I am in one on facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subscribed to Maxim?&lt;br /&gt;No. FHM and playboy better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tripped on mushrooms?&lt;br /&gt;No, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donated Blood?&lt;br /&gt;Not yet but plan to! Dad has though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video taped yourself having sex?&lt;br /&gt;STILL underage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten alligator meat?&lt;br /&gt;Ostrich meat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten cheesecake?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still love someone you shouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;Techincally yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;Does permanent scar from being bitten by a dog count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to YOU:&lt;br /&gt;Leaving at midnight! Have a safe trip, sleep well over there, have fun looking at hot Europeans haha. We'll all miss you too! The weather's really cold hope you packed enough jackets, pullovers etc! Last but not least, have fun during those 3 weeks yeah? Haha, awesome. Ta-ta! Or as they say in French? Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-5632462127304578420?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5632462127304578420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=5632462127304578420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5632462127304578420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5632462127304578420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-gonna-do-quiz-and-this-time-no-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-1801741054937134203</id><published>2008-11-19T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:13:56.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;And I hate how much I love you girl&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you girl&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't let you go&lt;br /&gt;But I hate that I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why. It keeps coming back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-1801741054937134203?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1801741054937134203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=1801741054937134203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/1801741054937134203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/1801741054937134203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-i-hate-how-much-i-love-you-girl-i.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-916742203611320649</id><published>2008-11-18T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:37:35.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been rather hectic so far with 4 trainings already this week! I sprained my spinal cord area so it's kinda uncomfortable! Went for swimming training today. A LOT of "physical training". So there was only kicking done in the water which was super slack. After which ate lunch there, rice + vegetables + fish +fishballs. Not that bad. And went home to get ready for youth at 4. Left the house at about 315 hoping to be able to get a mcflurry from the Macdonalds opposite! But damn, the bus took a seriously long time. But it was sorta a good thing, I guess? Saw my coach Luo Nan on the bus with his girlfriend! HAHA. So reached the pool at 4, just nice. Changed, started training. The man down training today was awesome. I was in the blue team and the score was tied 5-5 while we were attacking AND defending. Really close call though, we were down 3-0! Oh, my coach is missing the cartillage thing in his finger cos of some injury last time. Cool. Yup, that's it for today! I HAVE to start reading my chinese book and FIND A BOOK to do my chinese book review! Any suggestions? Sigh, next year's Sec 3 it's gonna be really difficult and scared that I'll screw up just like sec 1. But I'd better not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just don't appreciate what they have while it's there and before they know it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-916742203611320649?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/916742203611320649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=916742203611320649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/916742203611320649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/916742203611320649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-rather-hectic-so-far-with-4.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-3613142051261269094</id><published>2008-11-16T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:04:50.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had fun at the RGS play last night! It was a seriously hilarious show and I gotta say, girls can play guys better than guys can play girls...sigh, just goes to show we are such a predictable bunch! I went there at like 630 when a certain SOMEBODY made me go by 645 and that certain SOMEBODY came at 710! So that's more or less it for yesterday! Today was the Under-14 league and guess what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAFFLES = CHAMPIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard me. We got gold baby.&lt;br /&gt;Although we are considered kinda lucky cos we managed to draw a lot which enabled us to go straight into the semis. So here are the scores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semis- RI 5-3 Hwa Chong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALS- RI 5-2 ACS (I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME. I am really grateful for the Hwa Chong match. Although our Sec 1s were down 2-0 in the first 5 minutes of the game. Jiao Lian subbed me in and I manged to put in  a total of 4 goals. across the entire game. Not to mention  a nice fifth by Gerald of Sec 1. Resulting in the 5-3. However against ACS I I screwed up. Shit. Missed like 5 5m shots. Damn. All over. At least Seh Woon managed to put in enough goals for us to win! WHOOO!!! Okay got scratched on my neck and sprained my right knee but other than that I'm more or less fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's just on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-3613142051261269094?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3613142051261269094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=3613142051261269094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/3613142051261269094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/3613142051261269094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/had-fun-at-rgs-play-last-night-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-8384306055117467153</id><published>2008-11-15T15:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:17:09.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One word- Sunburnt siol.&lt;br /&gt;The extremely high amounts of chlorine in the school pool and Toa Payoh pool are damaging my skin like some shizzz. It even hurts when I smile! (That seems like an emo phrase). So there was Women's team match last night. I think we won 15-3 or something but it wasn't really the National Women's team per se, rather it was some National players plus a few who were training with the team. What can I say? They are very...VERY rough. Fortunately, I wasn't one of the casualties, unlike those who had to mark their centreback. ouch. by the way, I think I touched one of their asses by mistake...or was it? I don't know but I think if I saw correctly, the girl was kinda hot! Oh, FYI- hot = just body, chio = face. Yep, moving on. Watched Madagascar 2 before the match! HILARIOUS.  It is seriously amazing. Whoever hasn't watched it, should go catch it! The penguins haha. And...I'm too lazy to blog. Haha. okay, u14 tournament tomorrow! With Sec 1s! Baby, it's gonna be pure rape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna get back&lt;br /&gt;To the old days&lt;br /&gt;When the phone would ring&lt;br /&gt;And I knew it was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-8384306055117467153?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8384306055117467153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=8384306055117467153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/8384306055117467153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/8384306055117467153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-word-sunburnt-siol.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-4158247329309337567</id><published>2008-11-12T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:10:12.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's go. Quiz time! (From Marissa's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;- Training, played my PSP :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)What is the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;- Eh, some Chinese book which title I do not know how to read! Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)What is number one on your 'to do' list?&lt;br /&gt;- To bring honour and glory to the school (patriotic siol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;-Duh, there is no way I'm gonna sit at KFC and look at boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Kids?&lt;br /&gt;- Maybe yes, maybe no, maybe a little bit I don't know. But wouldn't it be painful for the girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Do you like injections?&lt;br /&gt;- Needles. (SPASM SPASM SPASM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Are you ticklish?&lt;br /&gt;- (SPASM SPASM SPASM) Huh? What ticklish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)What's the last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;- Skyway Avenue. I was at Marissa's blog remember? And if you're reading this, your imeem player is SUPER LOUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Why do you go to school?&lt;br /&gt;-To get my GPA 4.0!!! WOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Do you shower?&lt;br /&gt;- No, I bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;- I love those sweet, juicy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)Twins or triplets?&lt;br /&gt;- Neither. SEPTUPLETS OWNZZXXX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)Funniest thing that happened today?&lt;br /&gt;- The gang dunking after training xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)Saddest thing that happened today?&lt;br /&gt;- I screwed my ribs. And got scratched on my neck, and got kicked in my stomach. Wait, that's three things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)Missing anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)Last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;- Brother I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)Last person you saw?&lt;br /&gt;- Brother I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)Do you want a Girl or Boy?&lt;br /&gt;- Boy, so he can learn to be cool like his ol' man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)If the nurse could see from the ultrasound, would you want her to tell you the sex of the your baby (if you were pregnant)?&lt;br /&gt;- WHAT KIND OF A QUESTION IS THIS??? GUYS DON'T GET PREGNANT!!! Except Arnold Swatzeneger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)What is on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Training tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)Favorite celeb?&lt;br /&gt;- Probably Fiona Xie. SHE'S HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23)Are you crushing?&lt;br /&gt;-I think the keyboard. I'm just too dam strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23)Have you ever lost a loved one?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah.....no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) would you do anything to get that person back?&lt;br /&gt;- N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Give up your life to save a loved one?&lt;br /&gt;- Probably. Or maybe not. It's all relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26)Save your soulmate or a bus full or school children?&lt;br /&gt;- Tsk, tsk. Ripped this off from Spiderman didn't you! Haiyo, no originality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27)What’s the dumbest thing you believed when you were a child?&lt;br /&gt;- That eating conjoined M&amp;amp;M's would give you siamese twins in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28)Career or Family?&lt;br /&gt;- Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-4158247329309337567?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4158247329309337567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=4158247329309337567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/4158247329309337567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/4158247329309337567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-go.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-333138855553584572</id><published>2008-11-11T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:47:54.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right, so it seems everyone is getting jobs for the December holidays, but I'm telling you, yours truly has no time for it. Try spending 24 hours a week in the pool and see if you have time. Adding on to the PSP gaming sessions and guitaring times, there is NO WAY I can get a job. Even if I did, shortest term award here I come. Anyway, I got a new IBANEZ GUITAR!!! Woots. A 15 watt amp, a strap, 5 picks an electronic tuner, together with the guitar itself cost only 520 bucks!!! (cue choir of angels). Okay, so going back to Saturday's cat class. Quite sad, it's gonna be the last lesson till Sec 3. I guess maybe it's because next year it's gonna be the last year we have cat class that's making my bonds with my class people stronger? Or maybe it's just the fact that cat class has many amazing people whom I can't bear to leave :D Had a LOT of food on the last day and Angie managed to get the guitar which I asked her to get from some guy downstairs so I TRIED to start playing some songs but was cut off because of the many people delivering instructions. "haix". Oh, marissa I am so not horny, look at my innocent face. Moving on, it's gonna be the last time till sometime in December that I see these people again. Have a great holiday guys! Sunday was boring except for getting my guitar and Monday! Okay, so it started raining really early in the morning like just when our training started but unfortunately, our trainings are in the pool so therefore, rain just meant we would get wet-er and therefore, trainings aren't cancelled unlike sumbudy's. Did I mention? Loser Daryl (me) slipped in the storeroom and fell flat on my back. The floor was smooth cement, have you tried? It provides "really great cushion" for your neck and spine. went to the library after training to play cards, oops. and finally, took 53 home. bus rides are really good for thinking things through cos those are the times when you become oblivious to your suroundings (unless you're sitting next to mr fatty fats) and are able to think through really whats been happening recently and what each event would lead to and the reason for which they happened. That's the time when you draw links between everything in your life and that's the time, you find out how to go about living it.&lt;br /&gt;After all, life's just a game, but play it well, you only got one shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-333138855553584572?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/333138855553584572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=333138855553584572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/333138855553584572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/333138855553584572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/right-so-it-seems-everyone-is-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-6258072417730642251</id><published>2008-11-07T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:54:04.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, so just a short update on what's been happening recently. Basically nothing much very eventful except for the return of APR, where my history teacher's comments were awesome!! I had a C for Computer Studies because I didn't submit the Animal zapper thingum. Oh well, everything else was an A and a B+ for Philosophy. I was surprised I had an A for Music!!! I didn't even pass up the concert review thing. I must have imba guitar skills. A for RE...ENORMOUS improvement from last year's C+ because we have a great leader. Thanks, Nathan! Other than that it was bye-bye to Mr Bob Koh aka Headmaster Sir and more or less training and more training. I have officially gone close to killing myself. 8 trainings in 5 days? Madness. Speaking of training, WE HAVE NEW GOALPOSTS.  Yesirre, you heard me! New Anti brand goalposts! No more sinking goalposts and making a fool out of ourselves during friendlies!! Seriously, the pair cost the school 6000 bucks, which surprised us as we never expected the school to be willing to pay for the goalposts after our...erm..."achievements". The 8th training is tonight with one more tomorrow morning. And it's gonna be the last cathecism class before Sec 3!!! OHNOZ. But it's okay. Though I'm supposed to bring snacks I think Shane would have settled that. I owe him for the cap last week though. I am never ever gonna cut my hair ever again. Shit. Gears of War 2 is supposed to be out today but my xbox 360 is still undergoing reapirs. It's so unfair man. Fortunately, it should be done before GH World Tour comes to Singapore!!! Okay, that's it for this post! Time to go squeeze my b***s into those tight trunks again. Dam, reduced sperm quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-6258072417730642251?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6258072417730642251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=6258072417730642251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/6258072417730642251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/6258072417730642251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-so-just-short-update-on-whats-been.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-3022626670406919289</id><published>2008-11-05T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:20:04.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so tired, I can barely move my arms as I'm typing this. I've trained already 4 times this week (should have been 5). And there's a total of 9 training sessions this week for me to go through. It's so difficult but I'll try to do it. Come on man, B div is just 3 months away, am I going to screw up again? Do I really want to see RI getting fourth AGAIN? No way, this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IT'S WAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-3022626670406919289?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3022626670406919289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=3022626670406919289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/3022626670406919289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/3022626670406919289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-so-tired-i-can-barely-move-my-arms.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-3525081748291992988</id><published>2008-11-03T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:45:54.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I try and try to walk away but the wind will blow, and it'll hit me in the face...all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-3525081748291992988?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3525081748291992988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=3525081748291992988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/3525081748291992988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/3525081748291992988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-try-and-try-to-walk-away-but-wind.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-5117213514644046582</id><published>2008-11-03T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:41:04.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Barker match today!!! Awesome. Was quite okay but on the downside I had some screwed up shooting. But unfortuantely, though we won them like 20-3 or something, it cannot be taken for granted. After all, their ENTIRE first team wasn't here. We were playing like their 8th seeded players and below. Tsk tsk. Hwa Chong match is up next but not sure when. Gonna be scary. There was INPROMPTU DRAMA CHALLENGE!!!! WTF, we came up with some lame-o storyline about boys playing mac and dota having a giraffe hero and it being able to vomit out roti prata or something. WTH. 2E won I think, supposedly they did something related to I survived a Japanese Gameshow. Eh, then it was Course Option briefing. Trip science +history, anyone? Classroom clean-up!! Which was SCREWED UP. 2P had a freekin BRA in their class!!! I KID YOU NOT. Some blue shit. Had  A CLOSE SHAVE with Mr Kevin Yap, our year head. We wanted to show it to 2B but they were having some briefing, and Mr Yap was OUTSIDE. So I just said, "it's a cloth". I had to fold it, of course. By the way, Greg, class party tomorrow, BRING THE TISSUE!!!!! AWESOME, THEN WE HAVE THE GANG BANG SHIT. ONZ. After that OBS briefing and that's it! Guess what, Xbox 360 repairs cost 200 bucks. And my game data may all be gone. God have mercy on my soul. Off to play Sims 2 now. By the way, I have pokemon on my PSP. I know you all are jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hard to force that  smile&lt;br /&gt;when I see our old friends and I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;But I'm doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-5117213514644046582?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5117213514644046582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=5117213514644046582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5117213514644046582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/5117213514644046582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/barker-match-today-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-114639419518552563</id><published>2008-11-01T10:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T10:59:19.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night was Rafflesian Spotlight!!! Some were really good like in the open category, the Intellechers or something like that and in the solo category I voted for the Aaron guy, really awesome, sang some Colin Raye song. I didn't satay for the JC performances cos I had to go back home to cut my father's birthday cake! There were some people (shan't say names), who were rather...let's put it this way...off pitch. But if they managed to get into finals, they must have done well in the auditions, so maybe it's just the nerves or something. The inteleechers were the funniest (I have no idea how to spell), they suann-ed many ministers and RI itself!!! HAHA. Had a screwed up haircut so was actually quite paranoid initially but then heck cared eventually. Apparently, the RGS vice-head prefect who was supposed to be very chio was sitting beside me!! Ok, not really beside me but the seat beside the girl beside me. Oh yeah, I'm sunburnt. I can't wipe my face without feelin pain, shit. Better put suntan lotion from now on! By the way, my church frineds who want me to play guitar, go bring your guitar! I know you guys have at least one so bring it! No way I'm bringing my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Going back to the corner where I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-114639419518552563?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/114639419518552563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=114639419518552563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/114639419518552563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/114639419518552563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-night-was-rafflesian-spotlight.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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-5456200857304507287.post-8228727968342511544</id><published>2008-10-29T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:04:46.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Firstly about today! Yeah, so received back Science and English marks. English was okay but science was wtf. Threw away some marks in Science which made me really feel like an ultimate failure. Screw. Then there was some RE talk and CERTAIN PEOPLE pon to go Thomson Plaza and *AHEM*. Shall not disclose identity to protect them from prowling teachers. After which, it was house meeting for Assembly and guess what?! Moor isn't last! It's FOURTH! SO AWESOME. Oh yeah, during the RE talk which was about 2 hours I went "toilet" for like 20 minutes, what to do! I had a...yeah, a STOMACHACHE. Let's go with that. After which was training, quite slack then gym, gym today was also quite slack, I strained more when going myself I think because today didn't do any leg exercises. Sian. Now, my results that make me &lt;s&gt; emo and want to slash myself like Saw  &lt;/s&gt; "happy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wanted&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: 3.6&lt;br /&gt;Maths: 3.2&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: 2.8&lt;br /&gt;Science: 4&lt;br /&gt;Geog: 3.2&lt;br /&gt;History: 4&lt;br /&gt;Total GPA: 3.47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Achieved&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: 3.6 (MET)&lt;br /&gt;Maths: 2.8 (...)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: 3.2 (Exceeded expectations!)&lt;br /&gt;Science: 3.6 (should be not confirmed yet)&lt;br /&gt;Geog: 3.2 (MET)&lt;br /&gt;History: 3.6 (freekin' miss 4.0 by one mark cos my essay was "one sided" WTH.)&lt;br /&gt;Total GPA for 2008: 3.33 (WTH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I got that one mark for history it's already 3.4. Which wouldn't be all that bad by my standards. Just like the "imba" Joel Ling got 3.47 last year for Sec 2 haha. Oh well, what's done is done. At least I can take 10 subjects and I improved from 2007 (GPA 2.93!!! WTH) and PR1 and PR2 (3.2). So overall job well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this I can get an electric guitar!!!! YESSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I hate Danish, he has a gibson les paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456200857304507287-8228727968342511544?l=ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8228727968342511544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456200857304507287&amp;postID=8228727968342511544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/8228727968342511544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456200857304507287/posts/default/8228727968342511544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ball-shaped-hotcakes.blogspot.com/2008/10/firstly-about-today-yeah-so-received.html' title=''/><author><name>chasing what's right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17313590289581288207</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>
