<?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-25718768</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:45:10.902+08:00</updated><category term='sleep'/><category term='blog'/><title type='text'>saviour; author of salvation.</title><subtitle type='html'>hahahaahahaha.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25718768.post-6800711682879437312</id><published>2007-03-05T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T18:20:46.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha, havent updated in years. busy busy. will update when i have time alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-6800711682879437312?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/6800711682879437312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=6800711682879437312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/6800711682879437312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/6800711682879437312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2007/03/haha-havent-updated-in-years.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-6003120189006125687</id><published>2007-03-03T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T13:13:00.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA my iq is 139!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/f7/IQ_curve.svg/350px-IQ_curve.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/f7/IQ_curve.svg/350px-IQ_curve.svg.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres the graph for iq all over the world. haha.&lt;br /&gt;the blue part at the end is 130, then per subsequent line = +1. the graph can be found at wiki under iq. hahaha. i pro i know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-6003120189006125687?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/6003120189006125687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=6003120189006125687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/6003120189006125687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/6003120189006125687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2007/03/hahahaha-my-iq-is-139-heres-graph-for.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-4834663131491496371</id><published>2007-02-25T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T23:19:19.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;hi everybody,guess none of you know who i am.so being pompous,hi,im winston!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying out HTML,almost taking baby steps..but no,its so small i think its not even baby.maybe the stage where you are in the tummy.or better still,not even fertililized yet.haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,end of my HTML experiment.this better turn out as i expect,wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out,pandemonium in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-4834663131491496371?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/4834663131491496371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=4834663131491496371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/4834663131491496371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/4834663131491496371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2007/02/hi-everybodyguess-none-of-you-know-who.html' title=''/><author><name>mr fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980661085489515044</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-25718768.post-7176165465833696743</id><published>2007-02-21T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T13:15:00.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol going jamming later. hope it goes well, had a bad experience the last time we went "jamming".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are one tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-7176165465833696743?l=switchhand.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-25718768.post-8464253705392660213</id><published>2007-02-20T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T13:25:20.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW! longest post ever^^ 8 thousand and 45 words.&lt;br /&gt;haha, the pictures we took in  malaysia for CNY, in chronological order. most of them are taken by me and my sis. yeah we look retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cs4gdwVzIkc/RdqCJhK3ZxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BUn4Oz4iT04/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cs4gdwVzIkc/RdqCJhK3ZxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BUn4Oz4iT04/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033478633574328082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cs4gdwVzIkc/RdqC2RK3Z1I/AAAAAAAAABM/VIr18tNzRZU/s1600-h/Image0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cs4gdwVzIkc/RdqC2RK3Z1I/AAAAAAAAABM/VIr18tNzRZU/s320/Image0106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033479402373474130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cs4gdwVzIkc/RdqC2hK3Z3I/AAAAAAAAABc/SoNRhWQ2Uw8/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cs4gdwVzIkc/RdqC2hK3Z3I/AAAAAAAAABc/SoNRhWQ2Uw8/s320/Image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033479406668441458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cs4gdwVzIkc/RdqCJRK3ZwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JzkVRvAPUkc/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cs4gdwVzIkc/RdqCJRK3ZwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JzkVRvAPUkc/s320/Image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033478629279360770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cs4gdwVzIkc/RdqCKBK3ZzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/39uyeheiBsY/s1600-h/Image109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cs4gdwVzIkc/RdqCKBK3ZzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/39uyeheiBsY/s320/Image109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033478642164262706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              ^this picture looks corny, i know. ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cs4gdwVzIkc/RdqCJxK3ZyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pqm3ITGTb2k/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cs4gdwVzIkc/RdqCJxK3ZyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pqm3ITGTb2k/s320/Image023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033478637869295394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cs4gdwVzIkc/RdqC2hK3Z2I/AAAAAAAAABU/VBc5vvZfodE/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cs4gdwVzIkc/RdqC2hK3Z2I/AAAAAAAAABU/VBc5vvZfodE/s320/Image024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033479406668441442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cs4gdwVzIkc/RdqCKBK3Z0I/AAAAAAAAABE/F-Bvqq79pk0/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cs4gdwVzIkc/RdqCKBK3Z0I/AAAAAAAAABE/F-Bvqq79pk0/s320/Image025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033478642164262722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. a picture speaks a thousand words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-8464253705392660213?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/8464253705392660213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=8464253705392660213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/8464253705392660213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/8464253705392660213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2007/02/wow-longest-post-ever-8-thousand-and-45.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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://bp1.blogger.com/_Cs4gdwVzIkc/RdqCJhK3ZxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BUn4Oz4iT04/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25718768.post-128466576089933484</id><published>2007-02-17T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T16:18:01.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol, did i ever tell you how pwnage switchfoot is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was listening to faust,midas and i on repeat and i realised how profound the song was. faust, according to torsten, is apparently some old philosopher, and midas if u are well-versed in greek mythology would be the king who wanted everything he touched to turn into gold. i think its one of the best songs ever, with good lyrics. maybe you should go and listen to it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd was chinese new year celebration, we had BIO. im fkin screwed lol, think i confirm get 25/50 or lesser. sigh. well after the concert which was like CRAP i went fairfield primary to visit some of "my" teachers. haha i went with torsten, xinghui, shawn, sitoh, nerdass and this hci guy, and the teacher really thought i was from fmps. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to cuppage, and played lan for, about 2 hours and 30 mins. it was dam cheap ytd, like 1 buck per hour lah. after which we went for pool, which i was the winner of the "pool championships  16.2.07". haha the second game i started doing all those tyco shots, and my break got 3 in. solids. lol. i didnt know i was THAT good at pool. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went for dinner at bk, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played dota for 2+ hours till 12, then went to sleep, woke up at 1pm. haha. my pugna is godlike. like yeah. undefeatable. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight reunion dinner! lol cant wait for the money to start pouring in. man. i wanna get a digicam so i can be a camwhore like my sis. or rather a camgigolo. er. nvm that sounds pretty screwed up HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, you guys should check out torsten's blog. he writes his poems there, and i must admit hes pretty good at his stuff. i mean, what can u expect from a guy who topped the sec3 level in lit last year? hahaha. you can go to his blog &lt;a href="http://yours-colloquially.blogspot.com"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, gotta go dress up for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEAMBOAT ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-128466576089933484?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/128466576089933484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=128466576089933484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/128466576089933484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/128466576089933484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2007/02/lol-did-i-ever-tell-you-how-pwnage.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-8937916952245793200</id><published>2007-02-10T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T21:22:15.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with some of my friends today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nerdass was super funny today lol.&lt;br /&gt;hmm not bad they all improve alot alr, maybe one day they can actually beat me in dota =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH MY LINE IS FINALLY RESTORED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha abit disappointed today cause i was supposed to go for this drama thing with zanny and melvyn somewhere near cuppage? and i didnt even get an sms or a call. but ah well, i had fun today lah. probably more fun than if i went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vday's around the corner. sigh. haha too bad no cute girl is gonna drop me a card anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long time since i've met fishball! and wow hes quite slimmed down man. but he still gets pissed at getting owned. hahaha. we played lan from 3.30-6.00, then we went for dinner at cine. nerdass was getting owned in dota by yours truly, then we decided to play cs. he was so dam happy lol, he said " finally something i can own in". then at the end of the game his score was 1 - 14. HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA man. after that we went to cine took us half an hour to decide what to eat. david wanted bk and louis wanted subway. ok so we went BK after debating for 30mins, then the fucker decided to go home and not eat. ._. subway was crowded anyway, so we da-pao-ed the food and sat outside cine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol then i was being all random and shit and i started to take photos of nerdass, i got this super funny one it looked like he was vomiting, but he doesnt wanna send me on msn. darn haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats wrong with taking photos anyway, how come its emo. i dunno, ask louis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some photos we took, its quite bad but what can u expect when its 7pm and its dark and its only 2mp phone camera. ahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cs4gdwVzIkc/Rc3Fzb4mDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hIbG2SHCAxw/s1600-h/Image%28023%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cs4gdwVzIkc/Rc3Fzb4mDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hIbG2SHCAxw/s320/Image%28023%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029893846291844130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and xinghui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cs4gdwVzIkc/Rc3FzL4mDBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nn6YYrGSUCE/s1600-h/Image%28026%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cs4gdwVzIkc/Rc3FzL4mDBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nn6YYrGSUCE/s320/Image%28026%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029893841996876818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;louis me xinghui and nerdass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i know that was a damn stupid face, couldnt help it was blinking. haha. twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright im gonna go dota with my mates. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-8937916952245793200?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/8937916952245793200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=8937916952245793200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/8937916952245793200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/8937916952245793200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2007/02/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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://bp2.blogger.com/_Cs4gdwVzIkc/Rc3Fzb4mDCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hIbG2SHCAxw/s72-c/Image%28023%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25718768.post-9038341561898257438</id><published>2007-02-07T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T17:08:01.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starhub temporarily suspended my line! now i cant make any callls or sms, and this has been happening since 1/2/07. sorry all, if you tried to contact me and i tried to contact you back but i couldnt. argh. i hope starhub resolves the problem soon ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been quite a while since i've updated, im going jamming this sat! haha we need a drummer, so if you are free and NOT in joshua lee's band, please, feel free to come. haha we have a pro bassist already, so you better be good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics was quite easy lah, actually easier than expected. you guys freaked me out by studying what electro-shit some optional thing when i didnt study then i was so sure that it was gonna come out. but it didnt! so i hope i can get at least 85, hmm considering the test was not that difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a different approach for me, as i felt god was telling me: hey you, i helped you get good grades, now its ur turn to secure them. then i remembered this verse that said: be humble... and you shall something something. so this year, i decided instead of acting pro like i always do, i shall shut up and lie back. hopefully, i can reap the results of my labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe today was more than a mere co-incidence. the chinese paper compre was about being humble, and to find challenge in our lives. i guess i could say that i grasped most of the passage, but there was this part that was especially eye-catching. the passage talked about John the baptist, about how he baptises people with water, but Jesus baptises people with the holy spirit. i was like. wow..  and the next sentence struck me. I am but somebody who opens the way for the lord to  pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel god is talking to me. spiritually, i know i am growing. ever since i felt gjc, my spiritual life has been truly uphill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks be to god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-9038341561898257438?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/9038341561898257438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=9038341561898257438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/9038341561898257438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/9038341561898257438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2007/02/lol-zomg.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-4199698774499597982</id><published>2007-02-03T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T19:26:56.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if u cant use the youtube interface, try changing to internet explorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha we are gonna play this song for interracial day, or rather, we are intending to play. we figured there'd be auditions for the event, and maybe we could just get in. so we'll practise really really hard! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;observe the transitiions.. they're really really cool man. esp the one the guy jumps into the swimming pool and ends up becoming the guitarist. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent 4 hours playying bball today, damn shag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yisheng says shag is the term used to describe the tiredness you feel after sex. HAHA. aite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-4199698774499597982?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/4199698774499597982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=4199698774499597982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/4199698774499597982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/4199698774499597982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-u-cant-use-youtube-interface-try.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-4910502726675783987</id><published>2007-02-03T19:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:28:14.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src='http://www.bolt.com/video/flv_player_branded.swf?contentId=487002&amp;contentType=2' loop='false' quality='high' bgcolor='white' width='365' height='340' name='video_play_500' allowScriptAccess='sameDomain' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll rise&lt;br /&gt;I'll fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll fail you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We built these cities to stand so tall&lt;br /&gt;We've lost our walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose it, coming down&lt;br /&gt;With the whole world upside-down&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a soul to trust in now&lt;br /&gt;With the whole world upside-down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are one, tonight!&lt;br /&gt;And we're singing it out!&lt;br /&gt;We are one, tonight!&lt;br /&gt;And we're dreaming out loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the world is flawed&lt;br /&gt;But these scars will heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are one, tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two eyes&lt;br /&gt;One tongue&lt;br /&gt;I've come&lt;br /&gt;Undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no victim&lt;br /&gt;I paid these dues&lt;br /&gt;I came to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fight about it now&lt;br /&gt;With the whole world upside-down&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a soul to trust in, now&lt;br /&gt;With the whole world upside-down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are one, tonight!&lt;br /&gt;And we're singing it out!&lt;br /&gt;We are one, tonight!&lt;br /&gt;And we're dreaming out loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the world is flawed&lt;br /&gt;But these scars will heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are one, tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose a common ground&lt;br /&gt;With the whole world upside-down&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fight about it now&lt;br /&gt;And the world was burning out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's slow the evening down&lt;br /&gt;Slow it down&lt;br /&gt;Slow down&lt;br /&gt;Please slow down&lt;br /&gt;Down&lt;br /&gt;Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars are comin' out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are one&lt;br /&gt;We are one&lt;br /&gt;We are one&lt;br /&gt;We are one tonight&lt;br /&gt;We are one tonight&lt;br /&gt;And were singing it out&lt;br /&gt;We are one tonight&lt;br /&gt;And were dreaming out loud&lt;br /&gt;And the world is flawed,&lt;br /&gt;But these scars will heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are one tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-4910502726675783987?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/4910502726675783987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=4910502726675783987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/4910502726675783987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/4910502726675783987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-4096338121802458819</id><published>2007-02-03T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T01:04:03.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey ya,im here.&lt;br /&gt;like,finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school sucks.&lt;br /&gt;just so many fake people there,so many bullies and ass-holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god,help.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-4096338121802458819?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/4096338121802458819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=4096338121802458819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/4096338121802458819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/4096338121802458819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2007/02/hey-yaim-here.html' title=''/><author><name>mr fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980661085489515044</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-25718768.post-5799562347571887221</id><published>2007-02-02T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T22:50:22.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSE discography - COMPLETE&lt;br /&gt;SWITCHFOOT discography - COMPLETE&lt;br /&gt;RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS discography - COMPLETE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha what wonders leaving a com on overnight downloading can do. best of all, its not illegal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-5799562347571887221?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/5799562347571887221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=5799562347571887221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/5799562347571887221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/5799562347571887221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2007/02/muse-discography-complete-switchfoot.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-2394490323258217859</id><published>2007-02-02T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T22:45:48.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tiredd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played basketball from 2-6.30 today. super hiong played against the year 5s and we won haha. need to practice my layups if i wanna get into a div. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i already mention that im super tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think this year teeen games we shall form a team to play, and see how we get owned. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright back to blasting muzick and lying on my bed listening to someone's troubles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-2394490323258217859?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/2394490323258217859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=2394490323258217859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/2394490323258217859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/2394490323258217859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2007/02/tiredd.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-4492864163546556878</id><published>2007-02-01T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T22:49:45.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so fucking sick and tired of how people come to me and bitch about why i shouldnt leave church because of a broken relationship. and that i should grow up and stay back in the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well for the millionth time i DID NOT LEAVE CHURCH BECAUSE I BROKE UP WITH JESSIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to get the series of events right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i DECIDED to change church. due to quite a large number of reasons, please dont piss me off by asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i broke up with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i attend fcbc currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore as you can see it is NOT because of her that i changed church; if she exerted such a huge influence on my life i wouldnt have broken up with her in the first place and it is getting really irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reasons are mostly because 1: i felt god wanted me to go there&lt;br /&gt;2: i wanted to experience god in a whole new way this year.&lt;br /&gt;3: there are 2 f-ed up people in GJYF who attitude me probably because SHE chose ME instead of HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this answers all YOUR questions, you're like the 50th person to ask me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-4492864163546556878?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/4492864163546556878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=4492864163546556878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/4492864163546556878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/4492864163546556878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-so-fucking-sick-and-tired-of-how.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-4784446133036608969</id><published>2007-02-01T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T17:05:40.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wishlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;RED ipod nano.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED sony dsc-t50.&lt;br /&gt;RED bass guitarr.&lt;br /&gt;RED phone with a good camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha wow wonder when i'll get those. maybe i'll just work this june hols again, and get 1.5k plus. THen i can buy all of them at one shot. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe a kind soul could help me out here and get me those. haha i'll be eternally gratified towards you and i will do whatever you ask of me to man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played basketballl with classmates today, haha glad that they found it fun. i mean, its not everyday jon can introduce something FUN to my friends right. its usually me and leonard playing, so it makes a change for once. maybe that explains why i was owning the year 5s today. haha oh and danny told me he got rejected for the A div basketball team cause he cant do layups. lollerskates. which is such a pity cause he plays really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heroes is such a nice series, haha you guys should go watch it too. you can say that its an x-men ripoff, but it PWNS xmen anyday. just 10mins into the show and you'll be agreeing with me. some say its even better than prisonbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha finally completed my discography of hillsongs, casting crowns and planetshakers. takes up only a mere 4gb on my hdd. haha:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for workout tmr, my body's aching to get fit! haha. just give me three months and i'll show you a complete transformation from a skinny piece of shit to a sexy boddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright better go and do my math, been due for.. 3 weeks. haha shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-4784446133036608969?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/4784446133036608969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=4784446133036608969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/4784446133036608969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/4784446133036608969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2007/02/wishlist-red-ipod-nano.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-3714242833313844475</id><published>2007-01-31T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T17:40:28.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog with flock!</title><content type='html'>haha wow cool. i jus set up my web browser to work with blogger. now i can post anytime, anywhere on my com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha for those of you using firefox/flock, heres a simple walkthrough to help you with embedding it into your browser.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;!-- PProtector --&gt;go to tools, then accounts and services. select blogging. then add blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. enter your blog addresss. e.g. winstonandi.blogspot.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. for blogger.com users, choose atom API at the next screen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;your blog ID is the strand of numbers at the end of the posting screen, e.g. http://www2.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=&lt;u&gt;25718768&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and the access point is..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;http://beta.blogger.com/feeds/&lt;blog&gt;/posts/default&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;finally at the login screen, your username and pass is what u use to sign in to blogger normally.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;select NEXT, and your done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;!-- PProtector --&gt;hahaha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;well alright now im going off to copy my chem prac and assignment. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-3714242833313844475?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/3714242833313844475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=3714242833313844475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/3714242833313844475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/3714242833313844475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-with-flock.html' title='blog with flock!'/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-5855566455305952518</id><published>2007-01-31T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T16:32:19.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired. feeling sick and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-5855566455305952518?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/5855566455305952518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=5855566455305952518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/5855566455305952518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/5855566455305952518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-from-school.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-9167005684213727669</id><published>2007-01-31T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T00:53:25.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alright.. now that i've got it up and running..</title><content type='html'>haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shared &lt;/span&gt;blog by me and winston, partially because i am probably too lazy to keep it up and running and winnnie will help me update. i hope, and partially because i have so many things to write about that i figure it has to go somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway hope you guys like my skin, credits go to the creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah getting back to the topic so i've been sick for 2 whole days now, and as the chem rep i have failed miserably. i've wasted tuesday at home sleeping for about 12 hours total and now its 1am and i cant sleep. and i've spread my cold to peiqi. ): hahaha. tomorrow's my gym day, gonna see if im fit enough for working out, and see if i can use the school's gym. if not, i might just check out clementi pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been such a busy month for me, adapting to changes, leaving behind the past and striding forward into the unknown and blahblahs. well for one i know that this blog isnt going to last, as like all my other blogs. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st week over! 11 more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh better finish my ying yong wen now. cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-9167005684213727669?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/9167005684213727669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=9167005684213727669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/9167005684213727669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/9167005684213727669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2007/01/alright-now-that-ive-got-it-up-and.html' title='alright.. now that i&apos;ve got it up and running..'/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-3731437281154054461</id><published>2007-01-30T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T00:00:47.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello this is a new blog by jon and winston this is shared okay so testing testing its 12am now i shouold go sleep but i have to do my ying yong wen and winston has soccer so he should go sleep to and yeah good nights. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-3731437281154054461?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/3731437281154054461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=3731437281154054461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/3731437281154054461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/3731437281154054461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-this-is-new-blog-by-jon-and.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-115703965690742238</id><published>2006-08-31T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T23:54:16.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; my life's falling apart again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya world. soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-115703965690742238?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/115703965690742238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=115703965690742238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115703965690742238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115703965690742238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/08/well.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-115444362974518307</id><published>2006-08-01T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:47:12.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RARRH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am feeling really bored now,  just owned about a million people on bnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i was thinking of posting all the oxymorons i see in my daily life. and heres what i finally came up with. hmm. chew on this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;east west&lt;br /&gt;forgive enemies&lt;br /&gt;freezing fire&lt;br /&gt;school rocks&lt;br /&gt;stopped work&lt;br /&gt;abhishek smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya actually got alot more interesting ones. i'll remind myself to save it in my drafts. haha.&lt;br /&gt;well my dear said she got a surprise for me tmr morning. hahah cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh and they had mountain dew freez in cafe today. a bit diluted, but still nice:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha why u never come today?! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-115444362974518307?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/115444362974518307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=115444362974518307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115444362974518307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115444362974518307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/08/rarrh.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-115435183967248690</id><published>2006-07-31T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:17:21.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess i finally decided to update. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres just so much runnin through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lang arts file + essay due tmr. but i guess no mood to do. rarrh=p&lt;br /&gt;gotta help yaozhong setup blog.&lt;br /&gt;gotta collect class tee.&lt;br /&gt;gotta organize youth camp.&lt;br /&gt;gotta organize dota competition.&lt;br /&gt;gotta bring my dear for sakae.&lt;br /&gt;gotta sell my haven tickets.&lt;br /&gt;gotta do this, do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even have time with you. and even when i do, you dont want it. that was last week. i can tell that you are trying to change. but when you do, you dont have time with your friends. i guess i was just too selfish. i shouldnt control your life. i mean. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise i'll let you do whatever you want. yeah even talking about desmond all day, or spend your weekends with your friends. i wont mind, at least i wont show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god says to serve others. as i myself read what i gotta do, look: which part of it is for myself? for friends, for class, for school, for my dear. my life is just. so. ordinary. i serve others. i serve god. i know i wont get anything in return other than the satisfaction that i have done something, but its all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess im not a really good boyfriend or stead if you call it that way. i cant treat you to meals everytime.. to movies, to concerts. i cant reply you instantly. but what i can do is that i keep you in my mind every moment, the ring always on my finger. i do things that you want me to. even detention just to meet you every morning. i bet you dont know all these. i dont expect you to thank me or anything; its my responsibility. i go to school everyday with jeremy screaming in my face the word "poseur" when all im doing is putting on my ring after washing my hands. i get booked for wearing the ring during chapel, or during school. but i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i doing all these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just really confused right now. my life's in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think. if you like him, then go for it. i love you, and i dont want you to regret the decision that you made to spend your life with me. for i know whichever path you take,  god will always lead the way. i'll cheer you on. if hes the one you really like, then, go ahead. although i've waiting 2 years for you, i gave up halfway, then decided to continue. that night, when you told me yes, i was so.. elated. hahah i just need good memories to rest upon. desmond's much much better than me, i know. hes the kind that most girls would go after. and he doesnt call you fat. life would improve by tons if u went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i aint gonna say that blahblahgirl would be here for me, and would be comforting me right now. well at least not anymore. if you dont have the initiative to do it, i'll accept it. i mean i like you the way you are, not the way you will be when i change you right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the word sorry, is a word used to show that one possesses regret, or sorrow, or remorse. i think its like the most overrated word in the dictionary. note that when one says sorry, he/she does not really possess repentance. its just a word for the sake of feeling better; oh he said sorry so i'll forget about it, or sorry, i did blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actions speak louder than words. i think this is one saying that just trumps all other words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if that little hug you can give can make a world of a difference in someone else' life, why not give it? in singaporean aspects, ITS FREE. GIVE ALSO NO LOSS, WHY DONT GIVE. YOU DONT LOSE OUT ANYWAY MA, EVERYBODY GOT HUGHUG, YOU JEALOUS FOR WHAT, JUST GIVE ONE TO YOURSELF LAH. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typical singaporeans. bahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-115435183967248690?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/115435183967248690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=115435183967248690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115435183967248690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115435183967248690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-guess-i-finally-decided-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-115140984322551181</id><published>2006-06-27T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:04:03.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLO !&lt;/span&gt; i am a COW WOW. and i pose a threat to Mother Earth and the Homosapiens' life. When my owner feeds me premium grass, i take a long time to digest the food and then because it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PREMIUM GRASS&lt;/span&gt;, i blech out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PREMIUM METHANE&lt;/span&gt; ! Which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; for the ozone layer ! Therefore, because of me and my many other kinds, THE EARTH IS DEPLETING ! And that is all part of the moomiee's plans. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE DAY COWS SHALL TAKE OVER THE WORLD ! :D&lt;/span&gt; In case you did not know, cows come from the planet MOOMIE. And we ride over here in MILK CARTONS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, i shall take the shape of a human being and call myself 'jon' [i heard it's a super cool  popular name on planet Earth?] and wear the act-cool ACSI jacket around whereever i go so i can act cool and humans will THINK i'm cool so i can mix in well with them. And also, it helps to cover up the PATCHES OF BLACK on my skin. And if you read this, please do not tell anyone else. LET IT BE OUR DIRTY LITTLE SECRET (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, take care. You never know when you might just see a moomiee turn round the corner and GRAB YOU AND YOUR RICHASSPUNK JACKET ! muahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BURPS*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-115140984322551181?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/115140984322551181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=115140984322551181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115140984322551181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115140984322551181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-i-am-cow-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-115090431081251592</id><published>2006-06-21T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T23:38:36.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the first thing i thought of when i woke up.  =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din know i sleep until so long la, wanted to go down support the teen games bowling team. bah its been freaking long and my dl isnt complete. im downloading da vinci code haha since everyone says its not worth sneaking in to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking. well a few years isnt too long, i can wait. but i really cant guareentee that we'll still be the same after so long. its really cool i can spend time with you like this and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha im not sad. why'd i be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahh screw my mom lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-115090431081251592?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/115090431081251592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=115090431081251592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115090431081251592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115090431081251592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/06/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-115082960631888443</id><published>2006-06-21T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T02:53:26.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its almost 3 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mood to sleep i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just did up winston's blog.  he seemed really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad you like it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for teaching me. how to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go raise his hits @ &lt;a href="http://winston-lives-at.blogspot.com"&gt;http://winston-lives-at.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-115082960631888443?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/115082960631888443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=115082960631888443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115082960631888443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115082960631888443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-almost-3-am.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-115082472621047515</id><published>2006-06-21T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T01:32:06.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh wells. on msn now, and some random girl, 21 this year, smu year 3 named shen hui shi added me. heres our convo. and yeah i was just going along with it, laugh your pants off if you wanna. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry what did you say?&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;u sex b4&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;no -.-&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;hee&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;pet&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;im a guy&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;whats pet&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;like oral with a gal or wat&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;finger&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;so guai&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;u wearin wat nw&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;clothes?&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;brief&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;er&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;under everything&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;wat color&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;haa&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;mmm&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;u Mast often&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;haaa&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;whens the Last time&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont record it&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;haaa&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;mmm&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;ur di di hw Long&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;quite&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;long&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;mmm&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;hw Many cm&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;i dunno&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;didnt measure&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;compare to ur frens&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;sweet just sent you a Nudge!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;not very long&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;u comPAre with ur frens b4 ehZ&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;mm&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;when&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;when erect or not&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;got lah&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;mmm&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;when&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;tell me mre&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;last time&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;lor&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;about sec 2 tt time&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;wat happen&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;we in toilet la&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;compare lor&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;haaa&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;who initiated&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;hw Many pple compare&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;aoubt..&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;4?&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;ic&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;heee&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;mmm&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;u stARTED mAST EH&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;no lah&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;if nt hw to erect&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;i can force it to&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;ur frens  &lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;hw they get erect&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;haaa&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;mmm&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;u try touchiN&lt;br /&gt;haa&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;way&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;thats sick&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;haaaa&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;so u watch Porn with frens&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;actually yes&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;but we dont watch the hardcore type&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;haaa&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;u watch with hw Many&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;at where&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;when was ttg&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;last time&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;my friend house lo&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;we all stay over ma&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;ic&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;hw MANY PPle&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;ic&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;so watch le&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;no reactioN&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;have&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;haaa&lt;br /&gt;sweet says:&lt;br /&gt;then nt shy  haa&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;no lh&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;where got&lt;br /&gt;take the pain away says:&lt;br /&gt;all close friends ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i decided to block her. and delete her. heh. see, life is like that. the one you love doesnt love you, the people you dont love wants you. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i dunno what i can do without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been 2 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-115082472621047515?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/115082472621047515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=115082472621047515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115082472621047515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115082472621047515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-wells.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-115082393742205295</id><published>2006-06-21T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T01:18:57.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sorry i cant give you the happiness you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/6  years is a long time, dont you agree?&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just better to end it like that.&lt;br /&gt;you cant force such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;put yourself in my shoes, dont you think its a bit unfair?&lt;br /&gt;okay, so if i do wait for 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;THEN WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;you cant guareentee everything would still be the way it is now. in 6 years, we'd be like. adults?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like quicksand. im stuck in it, and the harder i try to get out, the deeper i go. in a sense, i wanna go deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-115082393742205295?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/115082393742205295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=115082393742205295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115082393742205295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115082393742205295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-sorry-i-cant-give-you-happiness-you.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-115064035126086572</id><published>2006-06-18T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T22:19:11.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn. thats all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wasted 45mins of my freaking life. doing nothing. actually i was doing something but there was no product. as in.. *blog blog blog*, *backspace* *blog blog blog*, *backspaceeeeeeeeeeeeeee*. wtf. i wrote a post 45mins long, then my explorer kena error. wasted my time. so now im writing it on wordpad first, then  transfer over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i must admit i suck damn bad at bowling. been trying to do the curvespin on the ball but cant seem to do it properly. but well its an improvement. i used to score 20+ with the curveball thingy but i got 50+ just now. its a 100% improvement! (: :D and as usual techun pawned all of us with 168 for his score. sick la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know sometimes when i pretend to be okay on the outside when im out with you, it might not actually seem the way it is. i mean, whenever you put on THE sian sian look then i'll also get veh sian then i ask you whats wrong then you put on this irritated tone and go like "whaaaaat?.." then followed by a "nothing lah.." you think i like to keep asking? its just that i hope im not the factor that makes you like that. it really SUCKS to see you like that. and it sucks with CAPS on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe some things are just never meant to have a second chance. Cause once the damage is done, it's done. Nothing else you ever do can cover up that hole."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever heard of fillings? like in the mouth itself there're things called.. dentures. sure you wont feel the same there, but its still a necessity for living right? no teeth, no food. (more birds, more luck! :D) and you cant probably be skipping meals for life. think, without them you wouldnt even be savouring your incredible $240 seafood meal at east coast park RIGHT BEFORE THIS. admit it, its empty ON YOUR PART. maybe that person is desperately trying to cover up that indecent hole he'd made. and lets say, two hands make a clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you might say, "Sometimes. You wanna hear it, but is that what I want? As like what was taught in bible study last Sunday during yf. Man only like to hear what they want to hear. They like what they want. So if they don't get what they want, they don't like it. They turn nasty. They become unhappy. So maybe you're unhappy cause you're not getting what you want. But. That thing that you want, is it for the better of everyone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont cling. thats what some of my friends told me. i dont know, but maybe your friend there needs something to encourage him to continue with whats hes doing. mayb he doesnt know that you actually need him, and gives up. its a loss on both sides. now wouldnt it be alot simpler if you'd just say it subtlely. mayb all he wants is just for you to show him that you care, to motivate him to work harder in whatever hes doing. if your hug or cheering for him, or even somethin as small as a smile can do wonders and make a huge difference, why not do it. if he really is important to you, then maybe showering concern is the right way out after all. best of all, its FREE! haha=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or even "Sometimes what you wish for just doesn't come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it all just came too late. Although you're here for me now, am I still where I was before you left? People change. I'm sure everyone knows that. What's the point of offering all that now when, maybe, I've already..moved on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've already moved on, then why bother to even reply his smses, or even give a damn about him? maybe if you'd even give him a chance, then something might just happen? by the grace of god, his sincerity or love may even move you, and if your confident enough, you can pray for the chance to consult your parents about this kinda thing. i dont know, maybe you may even start liking him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but imo, you should learn to start to open up. to someone really close perhaps? you say that how come  he doesnt look sad or depressed&lt;br /&gt; when hes with you? maybe its because he doesnt wanna spoil the nights you both've spent walking together to your house from the station, or the afternoons that you've been going out with him. or even the mornings that you've gonna meet him for breakfast at west coast mcdonalds. and he'll see that tired eyes of yours, and go like "are you okay" and you'd probably boycott him for the rest of your life haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahh gonna go play dota with techun already. cant wait to thrash him once again. vbut for the people who added me last time i got a new account.. vivacace-. add me cuz my styleNsubstance got pwned by blizzard. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway got teen games badminton, playing doubles with techun this wed, 7.30am at NTU. do come down if you can make it, as sam says, one more is not a big difference, but one less means alot to us. wish me luck! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to you dear, good luck for econs quiz tmr. ADD OIL OKAY. ILUL(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha oops i havent eat dinner. and its 10.15pm. oh well hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-115064035126086572?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/115064035126086572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=115064035126086572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115064035126086572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115064035126086572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/06/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-115035732247540349</id><published>2006-06-15T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T15:42:02.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah at jessie's house right now. supposedly doing the chinese assessment thingy, and bio research but cant really give a damn about it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i shall take the opportunity to blog while you are practising your piano:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man yesterday was really screwed. everyone was just so weird and stuff. even you. was supposed to go learn how to make the strawberry cheesecake while you all were having cell, but in the end cancelled cuz it was too late. and bingzheng was in a bad mood. thanks to me.it all kinda started when i didnt reply his sms, then ms asked him some stuff, then he said i didnt reply then ms asked him why didnt he call me instead. then they just all became like not-talking-mode. and its all my fault lah. sorry to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it just wasnt my day. the cheesecake was quite nice :D ( well duh I made most of it. ME.) haha and you too lah for cutting the strawberries okay? the sweetness was..almost perfect. just one exception that haha the tray used to contain it was a tad too small. well other than that it was alright lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad didnt give me cash again. i dont know whats wrong in the family, like financial problems or whatever. but its not my fault. they dont wanna talk. and even when they do, its just all.. about not doing stuff. homework, housework? man. im living off my bank account now and even its depleting. somebody help me. and i cant believe im still taking out cash from my account to get him, or rather make him a strawberry cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in a sense i guess bz was right. i dont think i am responsible enough. and so, how am i supposed to take care of you? it took alot out of me to ask whether you needed a hug, or that anything's wrong. but i thank you for actually telling me what happened. it serves as a kind of motivation, for life? i dont know. i guess maybe parents, in their course of caring for you, they might just get a little overboard and probe into your, or our lives. but do keep in mind that, its all for your sake. you should even be thankful for having someone who actually cares about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till now, i dont even know who actually gives a damn about whether i am still living in this world or not. but, in a sense, its quite comforting to know. that when you're gone, your just a fleeting moment in somebody else's life, and that there are no strings attached to you to pull you back into orbit from the heavenly realms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know about you, but i long to hold your hand again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun practicing piano! :D&lt;br /&gt;oh and i like your essay. it gives that.. warm, family-like feeling. goodluck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-115035732247540349?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/115035732247540349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=115035732247540349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115035732247540349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115035732247540349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/06/hahah-at-jessies-house-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-115004093039831427</id><published>2006-06-11T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T23:48:50.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyyaaaa imma cow who has a fondness for red but actually it's just a cover up for my obsession with pink i love pink oh yes i do wheeeeeeeeee pink. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahh okay la jon's not turned gay. yet. hehe. HELLO COWW your owner has come to post. lalalalaa. why do you like red so much huh? haha. oh yeah. cool hair. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-115004093039831427?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/115004093039831427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=115004093039831427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115004093039831427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115004093039831427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/06/heyyaaaa-imma-cow-who-has-fondness-for.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-115004047307491595</id><published>2006-06-11T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T23:41:13.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all i wanted is you to say that im really important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess im not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it means alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the only thing that keeps me going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its just like. this one sided thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you'd tell me it isnt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-115004047307491595?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/115004047307491595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=115004047307491595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115004047307491595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/115004047307491595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/06/all-i-wanted-is-you-to-say-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-114995024883226591</id><published>2006-06-10T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T22:37:28.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how interesting.  hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres what i found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding:8px;margin:15px;background-color:#CFCF95;color:#1A0A13;font-family: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align:center;font-size:110%;background-color:#DFDFa5;padding:2px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Shit&amp;gender=n" style="color:#000;background-color:#DFDFa5"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Shit!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you chew gum while eating shit then it will stop you from crying!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shit was banned from Finland because of not wearing pants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every day in the UK, four people die putting shit on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ideally, shit should be stored on its side at a temperature of 55 degrees!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A shitometer is used to measure shit!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shit cannot swim.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Japan provides over thirty percent of the world's shit supply.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shit will become gaseous if its temperature rises above -42°C.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;During severe windstorms, shit may sway several feet to either side.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding shit on Christmas morning is believed to bring good luck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get" style="background-color:#5F5F42;color:#CFCF95;padding:4px;text-align:center"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject" type="text"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input value="Go" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-114995024883226591?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/114995024883226591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=114995024883226591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114995024883226591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114995024883226591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-114994437709960282</id><published>2006-06-10T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T20:59:37.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is it that hard for you to say that you care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i waited 1++ hours for you to eat dinner with you if you didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you just went off like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever you're with your friends, i just become a total stranger to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant you tell i really care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think its disgraceful to go out with a younger guy, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dont know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that when you need me, then you come find me. when you dont, im just another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you when i need you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just really dont know what to say or do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its good that you have fun with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe too good that you just dont realise that im there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sad. can you cheer me up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i must really suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz i cant even make the girl i like care for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even get the chance to say good job on the dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-114994437709960282?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/114994437709960282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=114994437709960282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114994437709960282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114994437709960282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/06/is-it-that-hard-for-you-to-say-that_10.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-114978227716120608</id><published>2006-06-08T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T23:57:57.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. red, red, red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red crumpler bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red adidas shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=\ haha oops something went into my eye during the evening then i started crying. damn lahh haha. red eyes, kinda completes the set eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent quite a while today reskinning the blog, and i think its quite a job well done lah(: i started to link everyone and stuff, and even spent an hour or so watching the vids from yangg's blog. damn funny lah theres this one about a jap english lesson then if you laugh or something you'd get whacked hard. HAHA go visit his blog if you dont know what i mean. tentententententententententen :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been going out these few days haha.. hardly touched the com la and my parents are still complaining whenever i do. god. okay so i went with yaozhong to boonlay for our haircut, just that i added in a highlight. then after that we kinda went "shopping" around jurongPoint, and which he has never been there before. amazing haha i thought EVERYONE goes to like jp heh. and we bought this red rose for his room? and this brown piece of pork i think he called bacon. haha thats damn cute la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously i dont know how you girls manage to type like one whole long page of crap about your day and then continue with another post with pictures (my sis, anyone?) and god i posed for this picture and now shes putting it all over her blog and msn. shit, if you havent seen it. dont. you'd get nightmares for weeks. or maybe years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i think i look damn beng lah. -.- then yz started speaking to me in chinese.. like uhh? "Then also can throw in some hokkien.." he said. =&lt;br /&gt;i underwent this financial lesson by him, in sro. seemed like he earned over 10million in sro in just like..what. 5 days? crazy guy lah him. haha and guess what. by scamming people. now even i am going into the business edi. money makes the world go round; in this case. the stars on the sos. HAHA nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh i got a long day ahead. 10 at shawn's house, 1plus at cuppage for lan, then dunno wad for night. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-114978227716120608?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/114978227716120608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=114978227716120608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114978227716120608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114978227716120608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/06/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-114975152589882978</id><published>2006-06-08T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T15:28:58.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>before:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/1600/DSC01512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/DSC01512.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/1600/DSC01529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/DSC01529.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need i say more?? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-114975152589882978?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/114975152589882978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=114975152589882978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114975152589882978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114975152589882978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/06/before-after-need-i-say-more-d.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-114903972136576127</id><published>2006-05-31T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T09:44:00.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>three words. camp was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a first for me going off to church camp after i went into secondary school, and i must say it was amazing. maybe it was the times i actually felt god in my life, or the times i actually spent with people or the midnight walks we had, or even that bowling spree we had. but one thing was sure; the campsite definitely deserved its 5-star rating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up with a splitting headache, but now. it kind of travelled downwards. maybe it was the lack of sleep the day before? or maybe it was the realisation of something closer to the heart? maybe. just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to agree with you for one; the scenery was awesome. i mean, apart from the star littered sky, the grass wet with morning dew, the serenity of the whole place itself just calmed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.. just am speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the last day of camp, we went for this morning walk thru the golf course. took pictures and stuff, thenn we went to have QT at the corner of the building itself. it was then. i started praying and praying, and couldnt stop. it seemed that i just had alot to tell Him, and that throughout the whole 15mins or so, i was so. moved. i believe that god has answered me, and that i wanna thank him. Then this song just came up around me, like a whole orchestra just magically appeared somewhere near and began playing. it goes like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, i come into your presence&lt;br /&gt;Here i stand, in awesome reverence&lt;br /&gt;Falling before, the wonders of your Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know the song really well, but after that. it was just pure magic. i seemed to remember every word, every tune of the song, and began singing it in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Teach me your ways&lt;br /&gt;I lay down my life before you&lt;br /&gt;Throw down my crowns before you&lt;br /&gt;Give up my all. for your Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i dont do QT often, but when i do. I really feel someone with me. Someone i can actually talk to. Someone i can really trust. Someone who knows me inside out. Someone who surpasses all human intelligence. I felt calmed by his presence with me then. Maybe its this waking up call for me. To start organising the year end youth camp. to attend church more regularly. to serve with my soul and my heart. to give up my all. i asked sam what was the title, but he didnt know. then you told me. worthy to be praised. true enough. he is really worthy to be praised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are reading this. dont be such a loner. i was once like that remember? but look. ive definitely changed. you should too. you know, we can always talk if you need to. its just 8 numbers away. promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three is definitely a nice number, but three's a crowd, and two is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on the 2nd day of the camp, which is also the 2nd last day of the camp we kind of celebrated techun's birthday. 12midnight we went to room 226 to surprise him with an oreo birthday cake:D i could tell he liked it. man, who wouldnt. hey dude. if you are reading this. dont say i didnt write on your birthday card. happy birthday, from guesss who(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really suspect this whole "dear" thing. isnt it just what you call everyone? sometimes i feel that hey so whats the point of having me as that when you dont really need me? i mean, for security purposes? or as a last resort, when theres nobody else to talk to? tell me. theres really no need for me when theres that "dar" guy, or serene, or just anyone else right. so i just thought, hey maybe, we should just cut it off. how naive of me. i actually thought.. nvm. was reading thru your blog this morning, and unexpectedly. it served as a heartbreaker. i know how unfair i was. like only talking to you when i needed someone else, or like not replying and stuff. and sometimes, i really regret that. i just really cant believe that i woke up this morning with this thought. about how im gonna make it up to you. and.. other stuff. but i guess it aint important now, right? your heart's not here. its with somebody else. but i really enjoyed the times we had the last few days, and i hope you did too. but so maybe i should just. pay back what i owe you, and leave it at that. cuz i know. that i'll forever be just a small little kid, aged 15, aka "dear, or that outram sec guy, or andrew", with no strings attached to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll pretend nothing had happened, until you read this. till then, good luck with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-114903972136576127?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/114903972136576127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=114903972136576127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/DSC01476.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt from a day of jamming; jeremy sings damn well. and well yes im being quite sarcastic :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went chinatown today for this heritage learning journey thing. two words. damn boring. haha okay la maybe the egg tart was nice but still.. haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and if u havent realised already i changed my script prompt to a disclaimer. now the senior admin cant do anything about our rights to voice out stuff on particular matters. yeah just finished a game of dota with max felton zhanyi yisheng and a couple of other people i dont know but seems like they have this kind of attitude problem damn kpkb. get owned then stfu la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to east coast for class outing on tuesday. schoool hooliday ma so must make fulll use of it haha(: we met at around 11 i guess then took about 1 half hour just to reach there cuz SOMEBODY had to take the bus from the damn interchange -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we started plying soccer on th beach haha and zhengxi scored an own goal:D so in the end the score was like 5-2.. thanks to me haha=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/1600/DSC01447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/DSC01447.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this started out as actually a couple of us wanting to take a pic with our feet in the sand but apparently somebody just had to tell everyone then everyone came over. poor hanjie had to stand in the sea to take it hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/1600/DSC01456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/DSC01456.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we passed by this sandcastle built by dunno who and hell yeah it was big man. damn big(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/1600/DSC01459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/DSC01459.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wads brenton and leonard doing the same thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/1600/DSC01469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/DSC01469.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh yeah we passed by this shop in chinatown. damn sexy lah haha even got pikachu condom lol now we know what to get matthew chew for his birthday present hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/1600/DSC01470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/DSC01470.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the trademark egg tarts of bullcart water(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/1600/DSC01472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/DSC01472.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well need i say more(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's our audition for the battle of the bands thingy im not that confident in myself but lets just pray and hope for the best aite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got new red shoes haha:D so now im fully red except school u lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahs really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant believe it actually happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways good luck to you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and nites all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u too lynn(: Zzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-114857212050095047?l=switchhand.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-25718768.post-114735727153433732</id><published>2006-05-11T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T22:21:11.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH EXAMS ARE OVER MANN WOO0o0o0o0ottZZZZZZZZZ time to pawn more of sOuth.'s head for another 225 gold!! :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-114735727153433732?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/114735727153433732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=114735727153433732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114735727153433732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114735727153433732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/05/bahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-exams-are.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-114700996817583610</id><published>2006-05-07T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T21:53:05.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if only i could turn back time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would do these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the first day we met. i'd be less shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second time we met. i'd buy you flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third. i would send you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth. i would have kept my promise to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is for that fifth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me to make amends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all i can say is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayin "I love you" is not the words I want to hear from you It's not that I want you not to say but if you only knew how easy it would be to show me how you feel more than words is all you have to do to make it real then you wouldn't have to say that you love me 'cause I'd already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go own physics youu. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-114700996817583610?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/114700996817583610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=114700996817583610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114700996817583610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114700996817583610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-only-i-could-turn-back-time.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-114684854470711985</id><published>2006-05-06T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T01:05:24.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahha hey sorry lah i was grounded from the comp.. exams ma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after benig deprived of this damned machine for so long ive decided to write at least one page of blogstuff. so its probably glibberish and crap but thank you for still being interested in it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after so long, i still have only one thing to say. friendster sucks bad. lets just say..  firstly i got 17 testimonials awaited to be approved, then i cant even see them.then my photos i deleted like all of them then i got some random number of copies of it so now my screen is filled with irrelevant stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amelia's amusing she went to mars to make some mars bars with her friend but apparently i was there too but i didnt see her so she said i was probably on the other side.  it alll makes so much sense now. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are like the biggest joke of school life cuz if you actually even study for it nothing that you actually study would come out. take higher chinese paper for example. half our class MEMORISED THE WHOLE DAMN CI YU SHOU CE and wtf only 11 words came out from there. and believe it or not. i was in that half haha:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on friendster for like since a week and realised. many people actually remember my birthday. haha i mean its quite amazing finding out sudddenly all your pri sch friends start to sms / pm you wishing yoou a happy birthday. maybe i should do it too sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met alastair and nicole while going home yesterday. damn alastair's still taller than me. and hes a prefect. WTH. i mean.. look at him! prefect? nahh. haha no offence intended. and nicole.. hmm she hasnt really changed a bit but i guess she grew. a bit. fine maybe she didnt. but who cares im still about 1 and a half heads taller than her xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and people.. before you scroll down to see the picture. i must warn you its of utmost freakiness and that the person who did this was mentally unsound at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/1600/DSC01404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/DSC01404.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh well. its 12.41am on 05/05/06. approximately 4 months since ive known her. but. i just feel that i dont really know her. i mean.. i really do wanna know her more. but she doesnt wanna talk much. like lynn said. if you cant even meet up with her, how are you supposed to woo her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i dont know either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait.. now amelia's coming up with corn jokes. i think they're quite corny. ahha.. get it? 'corn'y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where do corn hide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: how do corn greet each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: CORNichiwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t was opening night at the Orpheum theater and the Amazing Eileen was topping the bill. People came from miles around to see the famed hypnotist do her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;As the Amazing Eileen took to the stage, she announced, "Unlike most stage hypnotists who invite two or three people up onto the stage to be put into a trance, I intend to hypnotize each and every member of the audience."&lt;br /&gt;The excitement was almost electric as the Amazing Eileen withdrew a beautiful antique pocket watch from her coat.&lt;br /&gt;"I want you each to keep your eye on this antique watch. It's a very special watch. Its been in my family for six generations."&lt;br /&gt;She began to swing the watch gently back and forth while quietly chanting, "Watch the watch, watch the watch, watch the watch.... ".&lt;br /&gt;The crowd became mesmerized as the watch swayed back and forth, light gleaming off its polished surface.&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of pairs of eyes followed the swaying watch, until suddenly it slipped from the hypnotist's fingers and fell to the floor, breaking into a hundred pieces.&lt;br /&gt;"Crap" said the hypnotist.&lt;br /&gt;It took three weeks to clean up the theatre。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh okay as i was saying.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know la we dont talk as much as we used to. but i dont blame anyone;  mean. its the exams. we all gotta lead our own lives. i guess. i'll keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh heres some random picture i took in class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/1600/DSC01402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/DSC01402.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe it was written by william. so.. watch out 130407 the class treasurer of 3.13 2006 will come and find you. for that million bucks you promised(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far i havent been really studying for the tests. everyday al i do when i get home is either:&lt;br /&gt;1) sleep&lt;br /&gt;2) play com&lt;br /&gt;3) watch tv&lt;br /&gt;4) tear up my textbooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a counsellor. can anyone teach me how to study well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;styleNsubstance just pawned sOuth.'s head for an extra 225 gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinnathan go study lah you play so much still lose to me. n00b =P maybe when you get better then lets go lan together. and get owned by me again. haha sorry you make me feel cocky:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed up for this conference at YFC during holidays.. its a crash course for learning musical instruments, and im signing up for bass. not that i dunno how to play.. just that my shifu sucks quite bad so we both gotta go relearn again haha. actually hes not that bad lahh just that he hasnt taken theory before. so he doesnt apply penta and minor scales to his bass runs. unlike someone else here:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and guess what. i got my atm card. with a net value of... 2k inside. hehs. i feel rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/1600/DSC01412.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/DSC01412.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it looks damn sexy. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and probably to end off. heres another quote from amelia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"erm. wads theh difference between a fly and a mosquito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mosquito can fly but a fly cant mosquito"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. nites all. or rather. morning all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`jon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-114684854470711985?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/114684854470711985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=114684854470711985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114684854470711985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114684854470711985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahha-hey-sorry-lah-i-was-grounded-from.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-114606208708479074</id><published>2006-04-26T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T23:01:12.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say that a picture speaks a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres 9239,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday ouir class' beloved aircon broke down again. hehs.. so we moved down to the UYO cabins there. apart from getting the cold air we so needed, we had a room extension of 6m by 3m room where everyone plays like pepsi cola or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/DSC01394.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/DSC01393.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/1600/DSC01395.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/DSC01395.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and heres me mugging ever so hard to complete that last bio revision question -.- photo graced by yisheng with my wonderful 2megapixel k750i haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/DSC01369.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya and this reminds me. look at my shiny pencil case hahaha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/1600/DSC01401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/DSC01401.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abhi just never stops trying to scare mdm karen yap doesnt he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/DSC01378.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who can resist the sexy arindam and me couple?! hahaha. foolin around with the lights.&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/DSC01392.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya today i cheekung and alien went for this chinese interclass general knowledge test. i have this really strong feeling that we muight just get kicked out immediately. trust my luck lahs.. ): but who knows? im so good i might just have gotten in without knowing it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut my hair too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish that you'll just talk to me more. everytime i talk to you you just. ignore me? well if you're busy. say so. i'd understandd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went to singapore indoor stadium on sunday for 125th aniversary sermon. was kind of interesting i guess, but i like the part where the students rushed on the on of the stage and did a war dance thingy. haha that was cute lah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/1600/DSC01398.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/DSC01398.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/1600/DSC01397.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/DSC01397.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm. wishing all nhhs sec 3 peeps good luck for their paper 1 today, and to you good lucks for your piano exam.. jiayou! classmates; study hard la stop slacking around in class liao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets end it off with a phrase from elmo;&lt;br /&gt;a day without elmo is not a perfect day:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/1600/Elmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/Elmo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a blessed night all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-114606208708479074?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/114606208708479074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=114606208708479074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114606208708479074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114606208708479074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/04/they-say-that-picture-speaks-thousand.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-114579194252629867</id><published>2006-04-23T19:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T19:32:22.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had no internet access the past week; will update maybe when i get back from dinner:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway; heres an interesting chain letter i got from jonathan ng. (yeah the geog teacher lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God, when I received this e-mail, I thought...&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time for this... And, this is really inappropriate during work.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I realized that this kind of thinking is... Exactly, what has caused lot of the problems in our world today. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We try to keep God in church on Sunday morning..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, Sunday night...&lt;br /&gt;And, the unlikely event of a midweek service.&lt;br /&gt;We do like to have Him around during sickness..&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, at funerals. However, we don't have time, or room, for Him during work or play...&lt;br /&gt;Because.. That's the part of our lives we think... We can, and should, handle on our own.&lt;br /&gt;May God forgive me for ever thinking...&lt;br /&gt;That... there is a time or place where..&lt;br /&gt;HE is not to be FIRST in my life.&lt;br /&gt;We should always have time to remember all HE has done for us.&lt;br /&gt;If, You aren't ashamed to do this...&lt;br /&gt;Please follow the directions.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father."&lt;br /&gt;Not ashamed?&lt;br /&gt;Pass this on ONLY IF YOU MEAN IT!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do Love God.&lt;br /&gt;HE is my source of existence and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;He keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I will be nothing. But, with Christ, HE strengthens me. (Phil 4:13)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don't think I know 10 people who would admit they love Jesus. Do You love Him?&lt;br /&gt;THE POEM&lt;br /&gt;I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do. I had to hurry and get to work For bills would soon be due. So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,&lt;br /&gt;And jumped up off my knees. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My Christian duty was now done&lt;br /&gt;My soul could rest at ease. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All day long I had no time &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To spread a word of cheer. No time to speak of Christ to friends, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They'd laugh at me I'd fear. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No time, no time, too much to do, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That was my constant cry, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No time to give to souls in need &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But at last the time, the time to die. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went before the Lord, I came, I stood with downcast eyes. For in his hands God held a book; It was the book of life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God looked into his book and said &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Your name I cannot find. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I once was going to write it down... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But never found the time" &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now do you have the time to pass it on? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Make sure that you scroll through to the end. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Easy vs. Hard &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why is it so hard to tell the truth but Yet so easy to tell a lie? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why are we so sleepy in church but Right when the sermon is over we suddenly wake up? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why is it so hard to talk about God but yet so easy to talk about nasty stuff? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why is it so boring to look at a Christian magazine, but yet so easy to look at a nasty one? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e- mail, but yet we forward all of the nasty ones? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why are the churches getting smaller but yet the bars and dance clubs are getting larger? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you give up? Think about it . Are you going to forward this, or delete it?&lt;br /&gt;Just remember-God is watching you. Prayer Wheel-Let's see the devil stop this one! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here's what the wheel is all about. When you receive this, say a prayer for the person that sent it to you.... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That's all you have to do.... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is nothing attached.... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is so powerful.... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do not stop the wheel, please.... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of all the free gifts we may receive, Prayer is the very best one.... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are no costs, but wonderful rewards... GOD BLESS! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;May God keep you and bless you. If this doesn't give you chills, nothing will...this message is very true. Hope you are all as blessed as I was from this story. I wonder how many people will delete this without reading it because of the title on it? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New England&lt;/st1:place&gt; town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak..."I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I stopped the lad and asked, "What you got there, son?" "Just some old birds," came the reply. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"What are you gonna do with them?" I asked. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered "I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time" "But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?" &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll take 'em to them." &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those birds, son?" &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!" &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"How much?" the pastor asked again. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?" &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!" &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!" &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"And what will you do when you get done with them?" Jesus asked. "Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly. "How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you. You don't want those people!!" &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"How much?" He asked again. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life." &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jesus said, "DONE!" &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then He paid the price. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the pulpit. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Notes: Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me.&lt;br /&gt;I pray, for everyone who sends this to their entire address book, they will be blessed by God in a way special for them. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And send it back to the person who sent it, to let them know that indeed it was sent out to many more.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  truely enough. isnt this just what we see everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reflecting upon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-114579194252629867?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/114579194252629867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=114579194252629867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114579194252629867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114579194252629867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/04/had-no-internet-access-past-week-will_23.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-114528407060854335</id><published>2006-04-17T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:27:52.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why does it have to be like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr got napfa i dunoo whether i can do my chinn ups. haha but hey im light so i think i should be able to do la. last time do can do 5:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive decided to remove all my links to sohmin on this blog. maybe sometimes we have to take things slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sad lah )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well hehs nobody cares anyway. even i can get flamed on my tagboard. well thanks to whoever it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i got the recording for our winning play if anyone wants it just pm me on msn ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i read too much into things..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must really thank lynn for helping me out so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. iisnt there anyone in this world who can cheer me up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-114528407060854335?l=switchhand.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-25718768.post-114511658769272280</id><published>2006-04-15T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:56:27.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well after being cut off from internet access again. im back(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good friday was crap lah. heres the irony: its supposed to be good friday, but it sure as hell wasnt for us. okay so maybe we met at 1.30 then headed for east coast. but guess what. IT HAD TO RAIN. nick was going like hey its damn disgusting lah when you see like 5 girls and 1 guy and the guy looks like hes having a hell of a time. but haha this time it was him. the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it wasnt too bad other than the fact nick went into the female toilet hahha. he was like 20cm into then he realised that everyone was looking at him. i feel so bad. then we went into kebab station opposite macs. everyone was eating shaker fries then the boss got damn pissed.. so we decided to order 2 pieces of garlic bread. I SWEAR the guy didnt put in the garlic bread so basically we just had a damn big piece of sesame bread. for 5 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went marina square's swensens and there i and nick had deep fried mushrooms. you can say that they were kinda nice:D then sohmin left for her cousins' birthday dinner, whereas yao zhong joined us. we went to marine south for this seafood buffet. it wasnt too bad lahs especially the LIVE PRAWNS. ehh sohmin heard that. LIVE. PRAWNS. definitely better than the prawns your aunt cooked. cuz they're LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex was basically crazee. he was singing to the taxi driver; the poor uncle had to listen to his rendition of one last breath lah. in the end before we went off the uncle said: " wah you all sibei enjoy yourself ah". ((: lol what is this world coming to man?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th april.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;detention wasnt too bad; at least i finished my math homework. (: mwahah. went to bishan alone. wanted to get something nice for her, maybe an anklet. but due to time constraints.. i didnt. i mean. you get something for somebody not for the sake of just gettin something for that special somebody right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sohmin's house for tennis. haha she booked the court for 2 hours but after like 30mins we decided that tennis wasnt really the game for us. hehs. we so went badminton lah. heres a pic of hotshot lynn in action:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/1600/DSC01301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/DSC01301.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as usual play for a bit then they two got tired. so we went to the poolside and started observing this two guys, which one of sohmin said was cute. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then guess what. it rained again. &gt;_&lt; actually we waited for awhile la soaking in the rain, then it started getting heavier with thunder and lightning. then we ran to the nearest void deck. after the rain stopped then we went to the cafe and ate some chicken. and hot choc. then they went swimming leaving me there to ogle at them. nahh just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went up to her house after they finished their swim, and her cousin was playing 珊湖海 on the piano. it was not bad leh considering it was a 2 week effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda unhappy cuz my parents didnt wana celebrate my birthday properly lah. sohmin was there looking and me. i felt damn bad lah here i was spoiling her day with my mood. she tried to talk but yeah. shes really nice la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything you say is better than nothing said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/1600/DSC01311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2706/481/320/DSC01311.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i better go. now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the last pic was posted to piss lynn off.&lt;br /&gt;**LYNN I HIOPE YOUR PISSED. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-114511658769272280?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/114511658769272280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=114511658769272280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114511658769272280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114511658769272280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-after-being-cut-off-from-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-114498609430994609</id><published>2006-04-14T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T11:41:34.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn. one day to my birthday(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was damn freaky la. its like the day after tomorrow or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/xxj0n4th4nxx/13-04-06_0734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/xxj0n4th4nxx/13-04-06_0734.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school had rugby finals on wed.. till now. i have one thing to say. referee kayu!! hehs SA won by 4 penalties. so cheap la. everytime get hit then sprawl on the ground act injured.. then later when got penalty kick he suddenly veh fit le. hehs! but i think our team did really well. we got a touchdown(: and it was like.. super sui la. aiya. heres some pictures(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/xxj0n4th4nxx/DSC01287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/xxj0n4th4nxx/DSC01287.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/xxj0n4th4nxx/DSC01286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/xxj0n4th4nxx/DSC01286.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every year the referee sucks la. biased. i wonder if he got bribed? =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was our relief chem teacher's last day in acsi. we basically spent 40mins listening to him singing and strumming(: we took some photos here and there.. will upload some photos when i get them from brenton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be going out with nick lynn sohmin and others to east coast later:D dunno what we gonna do there but. haha well what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just cant wait for my detention ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-114498609430994609?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/114498609430994609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=114498609430994609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114498609430994609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114498609430994609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/04/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-114475458412006493</id><published>2006-04-11T18:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T19:23:04.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well well what a nice gift from bongard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;____&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehs my birthday isnt just a birthday anymore i guess. but its so.. normal. just like any other day. i guess nobody just cares. my parents? lol heres a typical convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(probable scenario on 15/04)&lt;br /&gt;-scene opens when mom comes in after work, about 9pm.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son: hi mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: hi boy. have you eaten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;son: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: okay. here come eat some durian. the vendor veh nice sell me 2 and get 1 free! wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;son: erm. okay. do you know what day is it today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: ya so simple.. saturday lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;son: ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: aiya i so sticky and smelly i go bathe.. you go sleep lah. today nothing special lah go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;son: (heartbreaks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont that just sound familiar? aiya. at least somebody decided to spend the day with me. hopefully. im just so.. i dont know, lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr paul cheong said to me:" but inside your just an empty shell. its up to you to either fill it up with love or hate. take the initiative. got any problems, just come and see me." then walks off. words of wisdom (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day two of R.E.W.; Christianity - Religion or Relationship? seriously. i dont feel god in my life anymore. my faith falters? church seems like a bore now. some people has a problem with me in church, but hey. since YOU want it, i'll just move along. people come, people go. thats the reality of it all. i think maybe chua chu kang might just have a new member(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently cleaning up my com. i never knew i had so much spyware. its like, okay maybe two to three of em may not screw up anything, but when they gather together, they can really make you hate em. lets just say.. i didnt fall short of a thousand. but hey. it relates to life. people maybe in groups cannot do much, but with a thousand, things can really change. if each and everyone of us brings just 1 person to church, population x2. then just bring 1 more each. easily, we can just cause a revival. but if nobody cares; aiya the church die out then die out lor 反正 i can just go to another, then. sad church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good lucks to the b div ruggers out there tomorrow. lets just say.. if you all win it.. we get holiday!! (: wahhaha. wrong source of motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres this controversy out there about acsi guys. i dont know what the hell is wrong with people, but hey look. heard of the story about the year5 rugger? well sure he did bite the sji guy. ya la everyone not happy but blow up so big for wad. i bet that other school donned in green and white commit a crime ppl will just cover it up. why? cuz singaporeans are narrow-minded. they just have this conception that. "people rich wan pay money get in acsi study in good school, you not that well off then you not happy, then complain about acsi all the time." well. i tell you. if your d**b son tried harder he might have made it into the school. no offence to those peeps out there. anyway. my sis is calling like her whole list of contacts to come analyse my blog le.. so. haha. im not bhb im just stating the facts la. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-over and out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-114475458412006493?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/114475458412006493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=114475458412006493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114475458412006493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114475458412006493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-well-what-nice-gift-from-bongard.html' 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type='html'>i got two words for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wait.. but thats 3 words!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, cuz you and i, are ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-114465911136330262?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/114465911136330262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=114465911136330262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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69/100. shit why am i so good(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah we presented a skit and interview on the famous(or rather infamous) R.K.Narayan on his story Wife's Holiday. yeah basically we just summarised the whole damn thing then just acted out what could actually happen after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you it was gooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask the others lor:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard from sohmin that someone from nhhs commited suicide. heard he was from 2.8 last year. my condolences to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was late for school again. 1 more strike til im out. i just cant seem to wake up early. im always late. ALWAYS. screw it even my friends cant change it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.E.W. for us year threes to fives. speaker was engaging, but i guess i was lost in a trance. just thinking about stuff. about everything i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i'm really glad that i quit band. i mean, no offence to those band ppl out dere. i see other schools their bandsmen really have fun, but all we ac guys do is practise, practise, practise. sure we may've been the best in sg for year2005 but theres no emotion involved. its just. hey look i've been practicing everyday 5-8pm without fail man i should have gotten it. not like i practise anyway. but flutes still rock(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it has really.. greatly opened my line of sight （大开眼界）haha. i wouldnt have decided to participate in centrestage and like. acting's my passion now. it sure feels great to go on stage and embrace the applause that you deserve. ib's really tough.. even students who can get a1 for all their subs last year start to fail this year. its a warzone out there man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehs. i guess life is unfair. today another year5 guy was asked to make a public apology about the comments he made about the school on his blog. i mean, other than here where else can you broadcast your sufferings? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just really confused now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i want her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i definitely do(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-114465833038789024?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/114465833038789024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=114465833038789024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114465833038789024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114465833038789024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/04/100406.html' title='100406-.'/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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-25718768.post-114459297655042717</id><published>2006-04-09T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T16:18:54.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span font="" weight="BOLD" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:chasm;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;haha just made my blog.. aint it great(: spent nearly 3 hours on it.. but worth it. thanks to many peeps for their contributions lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to church late. hehs as usual somebody* overslept.. haha. then jess was really blur and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today something amazing happened. i went out with sohmin(: thats amazing cuz everytime i wana go out with her then something will just crop up. but yeah i guess it wasnt too bad. yao says im like a wall talk to me like talking to the wall ._. we went for swensens. then heres my "favorite" part: an hour mrt ride home &gt;________&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i cant stand is people who sms/reply with short messages. like today i was at long johns with lynn and sohmin then some mysterio smsed me. he went like "hi". so, sure i said hi back, whos this and a whole load of other crap lah.. (: guess what that person threw back a whole load of curses at me and wow. it sure felt good to be friendly. i think i just made myself a new enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and im so screwed. tmr lang arts a presentation and we've not done any, ANY, preparation. we're like kinda doing a skit so yeah. skrewd.  sometimes i feel like. so awkward. i mean, theres just so much to say but theres always this mental block thing between my brain and my mouth. how how how?!  i feel so deprived of games. i havent actually touched the com for a week already, until now. my ro credit expired, and i got no bling bling to buy a monthly. and my birthday's like sat.. trying to save up for my touchscreen ipod.. but i dont think can buy le..  and no offence, but i think this year's miss singapore the candidates suck till the cows come home. xP  chill out guys in my humble abode.  *my sis&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25718768-114459297655042717?l=switchhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/feeds/114459297655042717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25718768&amp;postID=114459297655042717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114459297655042717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25718768/posts/default/114459297655042717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switchhand.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-blog.html' title='new blog.'/><author><name>`jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05211940067615148251</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>
