<?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-456142304774072134</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:52:32.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three wishes, what will they be?</title><subtitle type='html'>Yangjin
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hello everyone! this is just a test. thank ew.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>226</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-4011241649238663329</id><published>2009-07-14T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T05:29:01.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have the sudden urge to blog about this, and so i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate man city. I hope they fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that they have managed to get Tevez to sign for them. Formerly, a Man U player, i believe that he has the ability to do well for City. But, what's annoying me is that Man City is just going around flaunting their money all over the place, thinking that they (of all teams) can splash out their money and buy whoever they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you are reading this, you might be thinking. 'hey, then what about real madrid?' I mean, like hello? Thats real madrid we are talking about. They are easily one of the top clubs in Europe with great history and great players gracing their stadium and hot fans. What i am trying to say is, i dont like the way man city are upsetting the balance of The Beautiful Game. You dont just go around bidding for players like Eto'o, Pato, and even Kaka, who was wise enough to join Madrid. So if youre noob, stay noob. Please dont upset the balance. Its just so hard to get used to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madrid, if you ever get man city as an opponent, trash them for me, thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-4011241649238663329?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/4011241649238663329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=4011241649238663329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/4011241649238663329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/4011241649238663329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-sudden-urge-to-blog-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-6184960912840415687</id><published>2009-06-05T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:13:44.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Congratulations on a fine performance today zhibin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, the next time you go back there, which i believe very very soon, remind them to keep the chickens wings oiled and crispy to the max. Some people love them just the way they are. Yr mum's nice to talk to, and she must be really proud of you. About how much you've achieved so far and how far you've come. Enjoy your 'world tour' :) in europe and just so you know, the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green-eyed&lt;/span&gt; monster will be waiting to hear from you soon, haha. relax he's harmless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My parents and brother are watching friends outside. Its such a funny thing, from what i can hear, i think they're trying to stop a baby from crying by hurling the poor bundle of cells across the room. Ah, im a little lazy to check anyway. There's also this part where monica got stung by a jellyfish on the thigh and joey heard from discovery channel that jellyfish stings can be cured by pee. Yes pee. Since monica couldnt do it on her own, joey 'stepped up to the challenge!' and helped her. It was all delivered in a really funny and awkward way in front of the others, haha i couldnt stop laughing. im definitely going to laugh more tml when we watch night at the museum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've watched the official video of 'The Climb' by miley cyrus on youtube and it's actually quite motivational in a way. Okay, now back to FM09. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-6184960912840415687?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/6184960912840415687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=6184960912840415687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6184960912840415687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6184960912840415687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2009/06/congratulations-on-fine-performance.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-2129370197301300532</id><published>2009-05-26T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:49:24.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Malcolm- what's his surname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the auditorium trying to get ourselves some sleep as the lee li eng event bored holes in us. I looked around me and saw prefects everywhere. Teachers were walking up and down the aisle like annoying mosquitoes. I knew i had to talk about something, or i might just explode. So i asked malcolm, my um dear friend, 'Hey malcolm, do u have a girlfriend?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stared more holes into me with those big boring eyes of his. 'No....?' Usually when he ends with a question mark, it means that he's hiding something. I asked him again, 'Really? Youre at that age and i know you have someone that's important to you. Right right?' I tried to tease him in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me that look of his again and he said, 'You're just bored arent you?' He cocked his head in a position where i couldnt help but count the number of pimples on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its his o-levels. Maybe he treats pimple cream like poison. Or maybe he needs a life. Working hard and doing well in exams isnt everything. You need to learn to enjoy your life malcolm, my um dear friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-2129370197301300532?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/2129370197301300532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=2129370197301300532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/2129370197301300532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/2129370197301300532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2009/05/malcolm-whats-his-surname.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-283311206025917913</id><published>2009-05-25T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:45:34.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;The CL students will be having their &lt;strong&gt;intensive ch&lt;/strong&gt;inese revision from 9 to 11 am tomorrow, so i have to address my boredom again tml. Good thing Daryl brought his Bingo machine today, where we had fun spinning the wheel and lots of shouting and screaming. I won 1 out of the 6 matches before i stopped playing. I will have to find something else to entertain myself with tml, for the Bingo machine was for their Service Learning today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cant wait for wednesday u know. But first, I have to grab the xbox from brandon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-283311206025917913?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/283311206025917913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=283311206025917913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/283311206025917913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/283311206025917913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2009/05/cl-students-will-be-having-their.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-3510340352068298538</id><published>2009-05-24T00:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:30:59.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A. We celebrated our GWH with a pizza party yesterday. Thanks to Mr Tan and the others who chipped in! I helped myself to 4 pizzas. 2 slices of this delicious lettuce and cheese-covered pizza, 1 hawaiian, 1 meat lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Trip to junior's house. Found out that Lee Jia Wen is his sister. What a small world we live in. Oh, and they have an amazing house. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-3510340352068298538?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/3510340352068298538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=3510340352068298538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/3510340352068298538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/3510340352068298538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-3642696747119573776</id><published>2009-05-22T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:07:24.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoho. First post in over a month. U must be surprised, even i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T2 Results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adv. maths- 71&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Core maths- 78&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics- 59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry- 69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature- 66&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography- 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us, we are judged based on the number of points we get. As for me, i got a 36/42, which should give me good enough reason to game on for the next few weeks, hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my mummy got us tickets to watch liverpool play live at the national stadium. Its an astonishing $88 per ticket, but i know its going to be worth it. Liverpool arent going to let some singaporean-born malay to score against them, like what indra sahdan did against lousy man u. :) Its going to be a joyous 26th july for me and family, it will be beneficial as it gives us some quality time together, we hardly go out together as a family these days, as in all four of us. Cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya, okay my blogging skills are dam rusty, thats all today, i'm going back to what i know best. Game on, bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-3642696747119573776?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/3642696747119573776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=3642696747119573776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/3642696747119573776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/3642696747119573776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2009/05/hoho.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-2337774393850287512</id><published>2009-04-10T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:31:04.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tell the person next to you, 'Its Good Friday and its Good to see you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received Mr Chua's msg today, at around 12:05pm. I was having my lunch as i read,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So Yang Jin, will you be coming to my house? Arul, Khoa and all are here. Come and have lunch with us okay. :D Mr Chua'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of the following 5 messages after that had a smiley face attached at the end of it. Boy he's one smiley guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have said a 'No' followed by whatever random excuse i could think of, but Mr Chua actually messaged me personally and even included my name in it, which meant that he wasnt just mass messaging to the entire class or smth. I had no intention of hurting his feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Okay, see you sir!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The layout and planning of his house is very much like mine. Big spacious living room, a corridor with doors to each side, a dining table, oh but his kitchen is way bigger. He's a man u fan, so i came in my liverpool jersey to not only see his reaction, (he grinned -_-), but also to counter the evil manu-ness of the house. He has a Wiiiiiiiiiii which takes pride of place in the living room. He's a rich man u daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a game called Mario Racers and i finished the race in 1st place on my 1st try. wooh! haha okay i better stop or i'll start self-praising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then we went for the HOPE concert at his church along adam's road, which was not bad. i heard its quite a popular church. the pastors there speak very well. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-2337774393850287512?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/2337774393850287512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=2337774393850287512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/2337774393850287512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/2337774393850287512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2009/04/tell-person-next-to-you-its-good-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-4508618267186618383</id><published>2009-04-05T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:17:26.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a strange day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Firstly, my dad woke me up at 6am, thinking i had to hurry up and get everything ready, or be booked by the mean prefects at school. but let me ask you, what day is it today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even in my groggy state of mind, I tried my best to hide my laughter and told him, 'Eh daddy its a sunday.' and collapsed back onto the sofa. I heard him utter something along the lines of 'aiyaa, im getting old already...' before i resumed my deep slumber. Hoho. My father's showing signs of ageing in a funny way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Secondly, I met up with oswald at lido, and after a hearty chat, discussed what movie to watch. I couldnt stay long, had a guitar class at 6pm and the earliest timeslot at lido was 4:40. So we checked the timeslots on oswald's high-tech hp and switched venue to cine. Poor parry's mum had to drive one big round before arriving at cine. Oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We bought tickets for the shinjuku incident, starring jackie chan! woo. my grandma's favourite actor. and there were other well-known stars featured too. luckily we were served by a rather inexperienced malay girl, who forgot to check our IC's. because well, parry's 3 months short of 16, ahem. then we were laughing and still making fun of parry's age when we &lt;strong&gt;stepped right into the wrong cinema.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Parry was first to realise that something was amiss. 'Eh, dont they usually start with the adverts and trailers before this?' I checked my hp. It said 3:45pm. I checked the movie ticket. 3:45pm as well. 'Hmm youre right. Never mind maybe it ended already.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah right. The movie ended 30 mins later and we were all like 'HUH-ing' and 'wats going on!' each other. we hurried to the back where an usher was supervising and showed him our movie ticket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Oh you guys are in the wrong cinema. Hall 4 is over there. This is Hall 3.' HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually it was all our fault but parry and i decided to blame oswald cos he was the first to step in the cinema! So once again, its all your fault oswald. (: Today was so stupid, really&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On a separate note, Im looking forward to next week's guitar lesson for I will be learning the melody n chords of 'when u say nothing at all' by ronan keating. Oh yea, finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-4508618267186618383?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/4508618267186618383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=4508618267186618383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/4508618267186618383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/4508618267186618383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-strange-day-firstly-my-dad-woke-me.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-7000572753539087784</id><published>2009-04-01T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:33:42.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy April Fools day&lt;/span&gt; to all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha today was quite a funny day because during assembly, this indian walked up to the podium and started speaking in chinese. no kidding. and like after a few words, we all thought it was just some weird april's fools joke and he'd stop. wah but no he didnt! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;u know that 'shui pa shui' chinese campaign u see on tv right, he was promoting it today and omg he spoke dam well luh. dr ong our principal was so proud of him he shook his hand profusely after his speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And good job yangjin. I only got tricked once today, when mean Jonathan told me my nose was bleeding when it obviously wasnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also, i had a smiling disorder today. So this is what high-ness does! Feeling high for the entire day is awesome. and when i passed by the people from band, i smiled when we looked at each other in the eye- like champions. Another gwh for the acsi symphonic band. Sweet. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now for liverpool to win the english premier league title. :D diee Man U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-7000572753539087784?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/7000572753539087784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=7000572753539087784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/7000572753539087784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/7000572753539087784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-april-fools-day-to-all-haha-today.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-3847495831535048407</id><published>2009-03-31T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T07:37:32.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Each and everyone of you. smile! lets celebrate OUR gold with honours (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gold with honours! HOHOHO. It really came as a surprise. Before the syf around 3-4 days ago, Dr lee spoke the truth to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'You're only a silver band, guys. There are still notes that are out of tune! Intonation! Musicality! Its not there! The most u can get is a high silver.' okay a high silver is still a silver but yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now we know he was making sure we dont get complacent and work hard for it. cos he knew we were capable of doing well when we want to. Acs is full of surprises and as the scl motto goes, 'the best is yet to be.' haha but what crap la. the best is now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hehe. This feeling rocks. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-3847495831535048407?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/3847495831535048407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=3847495831535048407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/3847495831535048407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/3847495831535048407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2009/03/each-and-everyone-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-9208804708174130018</id><published>2009-03-29T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:20:06.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is true!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, some time last week, my mum's fitness course had just ended and it was getting late. She was walking towards the carpark. Then, from out of nowhere, a scrawny little teenager approached her and said, &lt;em&gt;'Hi, i saw u walking and i just had to come and tell you that i think you are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;very sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you turn me on.&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that this scrawny little teenager is 26 years of age and my mum 44 years old. Both older than what it seems. So my mum thought of a way to turn him down nicely. It went something like, 'Um, thank you very much, but I'm already married and I have 2 kids that are not much younger than you are.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That was her first impression, cos the guy was really dam short. My mum went on to ask the boy how old he was, and she was also dam surprised to hear that he was 26. 26 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. My mum can be Miss Universe anytime. Oh i mean, Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a lie!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am full of confidence for my syf on tue!&lt;/strong&gt; Omg. Hope our last and final practice goes perfectly tml and that we reach spore conference hall on a high note. (no pun-intended.) Actually i pray that Francis Tan doesnt get overrawed by the occasion and start rushing us like theres no tomorrow. Mr Tan is our new conductor btw, if i havent said before. Haha, oh and my solo got cut away! I see it as a good thing, cos theres less pressure and all, but at the same time, i'm kinda sad in a way cos i really worked my socks off for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and kee zhang worked his socks off for us, so i hope we return the favour and perform well for him. Eh that doesnt mean u slack off ah kee zhang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Others!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) We finally exchanged the gifts with each other! Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My mum and i went to watch The Winter's Tale, a shakespeare play at the esplanade. So the words they were using included all those 'thyself's, 'thou shalt not's and so on. I'm not Christian, and those were the easy ones. I started to worry, omg its in english and i dont understand. then i found out that my mum and her friend didn get it as well. yay pheww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Lunch was horrible today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Encourage the band tml!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My mum got me a belated birthday present. An electric guitar! Hahaha. Wellwell. My wish has been granted. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-9208804708174130018?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/9208804708174130018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=9208804708174130018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/9208804708174130018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/9208804708174130018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-true-okay-some-time-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-6955808573916122510</id><published>2009-03-19T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:55:46.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to amuse myself. I have a weird sense of humour eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below 40 = Not Girly&lt;br /&gt;Above 40 = Girlie&lt;br /&gt;Above 55 = Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My fingernails/toenails are almost always painted.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] During the summer pretty much the only shoes I wear are flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My favorite toy as a child were barbies.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My favorite color is pink or purple.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I took dance.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love skirts/shorts. (shorts pls. ahem.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Shops at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Tight jeans are the only jeans I'll wear.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I straighten my hair.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have at least 8 facebook pictures.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I usually go shopping once a week.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love to hang out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a real diamond ring or diamond necklace.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gone to a tanning salon.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gone to the beach to tan - not to swim. (hah, how about ive not been to the beach at all.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have at least 10 pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I watch either The OC, Laguna Beach OR Desperate Housewives. (thats where im learning my sarcasm :D)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I change my profile weekly.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have worn a shower cap. (huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I would NEVER step foot into Hot Topic. (ooh. wats this hot topic.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] My cell phone might as well become a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wear mascara everyday. (that would be so weird.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been or am on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Bathing suits are adorable. (adorable?! tsktsk.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I don't know the difference between a sheep and a goat. ( haha one goes baaaaa n the other goes?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Tattoos are gross.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have gotten my nails done.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own over 10 purses.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] MuchMusic is my one of my favorite channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like to talk about boys (ahem.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love to have other people do my hair. (ahem. woah my sore throat is dam bad.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like to give and receive hugs from all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I hate bugs. (back at where i used to live, i shared my house with cockroaches, toads, butterflies, lizards, ants, a dog, millipedes, ticks, worms and dragons. haha okay la its dragonflies. cant blame me.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Carnivals are so fun!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Summer is THE best season. (i love singapore more than summer!)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My swimsuit has 2 pieces. (o.o)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm waiting for my knight in shining armor.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Musicians are hot.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You write me a poem and tell me I'm beautiful and I'm all yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I cry often.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My room smells like vanilla. (aircon)&lt;br /&gt;[x] My dishes get washed more then once a week.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don't do sports&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I HATE to run.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I squeal when I am surprised&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I eat dried fruit as a snack.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Has seen and read Twilight series. (failed to get past pg 300 of 1st book.. so not counted.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Drew Barrymore is so cute. (what is drew barrymore?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I dance a lot. (nope.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I usually spend over an hour to get ready to leave my house&lt;br /&gt;[x] My hair is important. (haha of course! i dont want to be called 'bald guy' in scl.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love to get dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Every part of my outfit needs to match. (liverpool top, blue shorts. see?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I talk on the phone at least once a day to my friends. (i talk to my grandparents a lot. and they are among my best friends. :D)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'd love to have a photo shoot of myself. (with family, its fun!)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The price on clothes hardly matters.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I apply lipgloss 50 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wish I were a model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wish I could meet Paris Hilton (nah. she'd be in jail when i finally have enough money to meet her. rather spend it on my electric guitar lor. )&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wanted or have been something that was slutty on Halloween. (slutty? oops.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] R&amp;amp;B is the best music.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I pop my collar.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Guys with Mohawks are GROSS! ( i cant judge. i dont know how.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Horses are beautiful. (yup!)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I never pay attention in school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Puppies are adorable. (abby! daryl's dog :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I speak IM. (o.o?)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I would love to visit Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Valentine's day is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] White is better than black.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wouldn't be caught dead in all black.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My closet is STOCK FULL of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I hate the grunge look of a beard.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love to Doodle.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Celine Dion.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My baths are 2 hours long. (my baths are 2mins short. :D okay not all the time.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My wedding only needs a groom because it's already planned. (oh dear.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My friends and I are in a strict group.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like kids. (haha, reminds me of someone!)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Diet drinks are the best.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been a vegetarian. (Neverrrrrrrrrrrrrr!)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I refuse to eat at McDonald's. (Neverrrrrrrrrrrrrr!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I check my facebook everyday. (facebook, soccernet whenever im home. uh, its like brushing yr teeth when u wake up.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a lot of jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Only has gold jewellery.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My screen name[s] has x's in them. (Xangjin? Xinrummy? nah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pass! Expected really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-6955808573916122510?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/6955808573916122510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=6955808573916122510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6955808573916122510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6955808573916122510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-d-just-to-amuse-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-8344944040524466960</id><published>2009-03-17T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:26:23.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its time to revive this sleeping blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rev the engines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg time's flying faster than it ever has been and its over a month since my last post. Even i'm baffled that i took this long to update, considering that i used to average a post every 2days. Or so. I'll list whatever i can think of briefly, cos writing in chunks of paragraphs is gonna kill me. U too i suppose. Okay. Im already having trouble thinking of the stuff that happened. Well.. of course the most recent would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Band camp! 13th march to 16th march. This is officially the 1st band camp under mr tan's tutelage. And the fact that all entertainment devices were banned makes it all the more horrifying. Omg there are no words to describe how ineffective the combined-s (combined practices) have been under him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, he makes sectionals look more useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, on the last day of band camp, there was an exchange at ri. When it was our turn to perform, our attention was all over the place and the mistakes that he corrected, we repeated. It was as good as not practising at all la. Then i messed up my solo :( Okay la we are at fault too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there was a plus about the exchange, i saw 2 ex-classmates perform! Acyl and mq. And saw another one that totally forgot who i was. Sheng wei how dare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, we got hit by a 'tsunami'. A gentle one though. But you gotta admit he was damn effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. March hols are here! Anyone willing to do mine for me? I really want to enjoy my holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I met an ex-classmate after lunch with grandparents in toa payoh hub! Ah. we're living in such a small small world. Long time no see my friend. I think we were deskmates back in p6, for semester 1. Keep in touch yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The layout of facebook changed again! since when? hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Man U got whacked by liverpool 4-1! A totally embarrassing result, as man u lost at home. Hahaha replaying the highlights over and over again makes me rub my hands over and over with glee. Poor ryan. Poor hemanth. Poor Man U. Whereas I am over the moon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I still have someone's gift. Wondering if i should make the call or not. Am afraid to for some odd reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My dad took so long to come back from his stroll that we thought he walked all the way to johor bahru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My mum hurt her back while sleeping on the couch from 12 noon to 5pm on sunday. Now she cant do any of her exercises, nor bend at the very least. But she can do pushups. Haha. Weird huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My bro looks the same. He was quite a pleasant thing to see (thing. haha) after the long exile in band camp. Home is where my heart is tyvm. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My grandparents brought me out for a dim sum lunch today. The food was amazing. Yummified.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was dammm nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-8344944040524466960?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/8344944040524466960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=8344944040524466960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8344944040524466960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8344944040524466960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-5346734946705332287</id><published>2009-02-14T08:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:36:39.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You ask me what it is i love,&lt;br /&gt;About this country of my birth&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look from up above&lt;br /&gt;There's none like it on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so small, you can see it all,&lt;br /&gt;from the east coast to the west&lt;br /&gt;And the things that make us singaporean,&lt;br /&gt;Are the things that i love best (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total defence day comes right after valentines day, so we ought to be good citizens and channel our love from our girl/guy friends to our country. Spore has no earthquakes, no floods, no sex scandals etc, its our home and its a place that we should be proud of . I LOVE SINGAPORE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all i can post today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-5346734946705332287?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/5346734946705332287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=5346734946705332287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/5346734946705332287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/5346734946705332287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-ask-me-what-it-is-i-love-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-8854255294374285458</id><published>2009-02-04T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:39:34.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am officially 15 years and 364 days old. 1 more day. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem test tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-8854255294374285458?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/8854255294374285458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=8854255294374285458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8854255294374285458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8854255294374285458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-officially-15-years-and-364-days.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-9104768748755629202</id><published>2009-01-25T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:36:13.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, Its the lunar niu year again! My 15th and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23/1/08 shall no longer just be an ordinary day on the calendar, as far am im concerned! 6i'05 met up, okay just two days ago, and wo the turnout was super unexpected. I glanced around the room and it was as if i was back in my classroom 3 years ago! So good to see almost everyone turning up! It helped that tansys house was damn big too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Although things were a little frosty at first, where the boys talked amongst themselves and the girls cam-whoring away, the tension (?) eased a little when someone got everyone to sit in a circle and play murderer. Yep, murderer. Haha, but it actually worked. Though the game itself was highly unsuccessful, it kinda made all of us relax and mingle with each other. And tansy's little bro helped to some extent too. He was super cute (: oops. i know i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While a group of us were having fun with parrys what-in-the-world? games, oswald ting wei amanda mq natalie marcteow and some others were playing heart attack and were screaming like mad, my eardrums nearly dieded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then at 8:30, the guys left to play pool (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And yes, everyone had something to show off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zhibin with his amazing piano skills- (since when did he get better than me! haha kidding.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yiyang with his graceful dance moves. i felt the bleeding love for you man (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Xian lin and kelly with the great guitar and vocals. One of the reasons why i decided to quit mandeville and join academy of rock instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guoxin with chinese pop, and chenrui and binglin, taking turns on the drums. It was damn nice. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Parry with his cool and silly games!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abigail and natalie with their ghost stories. brrr. shall not elaborate here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295307242561882178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SXy14aF0SEI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1BnGo9reJME/s200/DSC00728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, so a big &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thankyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to all you out there who made it for the gathering! Hope we can organise a similar gathering and this time, with the whole class and more fun. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Facebook will be the place for you to check out these young talents/bright stars wtv and all the photos of the gathering. go now! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;View the class photo here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/photo.php?pid=1795003&amp;amp;id=655002216&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/photo.php?pid=1795003&amp;amp;id=655002216&amp;amp;ref=mf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-9104768748755629202?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/9104768748755629202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=9104768748755629202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/9104768748755629202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/9104768748755629202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-its-lunar-new-year-again-my-15th.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SXy14aF0SEI/AAAAAAAAAlU/1BnGo9reJME/s72-c/DSC00728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-5218691946018945276</id><published>2009-01-23T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:29:54.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6i'05 gathering today. Pics on facebook :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our class shot is really really nice hehehe. (: Its so great to see everyone again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-5218691946018945276?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/5218691946018945276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=5218691946018945276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/5218691946018945276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/5218691946018945276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2009/01/pics-on-facebook-d-i-think-our-class.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-3197472017078943418</id><published>2009-01-14T09:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:24:31.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was gurgling water and trying to get rid of the sick taste of toothpaste in my mouth and thinking about what to blog about. Then i as was about to wipe my mouth with my towel, i forgot i had a mouth full of water and spat out everything onto my towel hehehe. (and the floooor hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini swimming pool in my bathroom now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i need to sit down and think. Wait, first get a drink, THEN sit down and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to ask myself this, whats best for the class? As you know there will be a 6i gathering coming up soon, most likely before cny. And as 'co-in-charge-', i feel the pressure to organise a memorable and happy gathering for my old friends. Damn this is bad for my health. I dont want to do a bad job and be remembered that way. So thank god i managed to get tansy's help today, and i think we're making lots of progress. Hope parry's chipping in with his part too, as i wont be around to 'supervise' from the 16th to the 21st-- CDP at KL, Port Dickson. Guess whos my roommate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARK CHAN :D and poor desmond, he got sai. sai's been going on and on about his change in personality, 'no that was last year, that was the old sai!' ._. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but truth is, he does look as if he has changed, well, not totally, but a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i need to decide what to do. Shall do that tomorrow. (: yawwwn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-3197472017078943418?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/3197472017078943418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=3197472017078943418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/3197472017078943418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/3197472017078943418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-gurgling-water-and-trying-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-7932562736986004224</id><published>2009-01-10T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:37:13.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Listening to taylor swift's love story now. Its hard to believe shes still/only 18!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaurhys is starting this mini goalscoring record of our class, like every day after recess the number of goals we score will be added to our existing number, be it 4, 10, or kosong, and see whos the best of the best at the end of the year. haha, if i win anything it'll be because everyone else in the class got injured. but its all for the fun of it yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our prinicipal also declared friday off, as we all expected, and we all agreed to meet at cine for lan. tf2! i think my best moment was when dr. daryl started healing me like mad and i was this huge buffed 450hp heavy running around killing everyone. rahh. there was also this freaky game called left 4 dead where u play as either the survivors or zombies. well, 4 survivors vs. like a million zombies lol. it would have been pretty imbalanced if not for the humans having extra firepower and med kits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 6i class is thinking of organising a 6i gathering before cny! yes before cny, so when i found out abt it i was REALLY surprised and quickly thought abt the possible dates we could have it on- either weekends or the day we head back to ny. the variety isnt big, so our choices would be a little limited i guess. but guess who they asked to organise. 0.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-7932562736986004224?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/7932562736986004224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=7932562736986004224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/7932562736986004224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/7932562736986004224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2009/01/listening-to-taylor-swifts-love-story.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-1122192022933295348</id><published>2009-01-05T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:49:03.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So my suspicions have been confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to my dad, who has showed the cigaretts a big forceful 'NO'. The same daddy who has officially quit smoking! Alright you go man. He's even traded in his peanuts for 30-45 min walks around the neighbourhood. At the rate he's going, singapore might as well grab his signature for the 2012 London Olympic Games luh. Perhaps a marathon or two. And they say its hard to kick the habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, all it takes is that nitty-gritty determination to knock some sense back into you, and i guess u gotta know whats best for yourself and the people around you and procced from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great job daddy, your son is. proud (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-1122192022933295348?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/1122192022933295348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=1122192022933295348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/1122192022933295348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/1122192022933295348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-my-suspicions-have-been-confirmed.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-2890242237101046551</id><published>2009-01-03T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T09:42:38.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yes! I just realised another thing. I have yet to pen my resolutions for this brand new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall make use of this comfortable sat night to think it through my wise little mind before i actually jot it down in ink. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-2890242237101046551?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/2890242237101046551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=2890242237101046551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/2890242237101046551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/2890242237101046551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-yes-i-just-realised-another-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-2753421923164438959</id><published>2009-01-02T09:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:22:58.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Welcome the NIU (cow in chi) year of 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i realised i have not found a new blogskin yet! Ah well. Theres always a tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1st day of school was pretty cool actually. Destiny for mark chan wenyang, who is now our honoured chairman of the class! The guy won by a landslide man. Maybe i have to agree that the voting was kinda sabotage-ish, we all knew that mark hates being chairman, so thats exactly what we gave him. =] happy new year mark! Lifes like the runway, strut down it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i have been made the 'secretary' again. The secretary's job is to make sure everyone follows the duty roster and fill in whatever our new pct &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ms sandra sim&lt;/span&gt; throws at me. Easy (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then we were joking abt my name. Mark says that when im 50, i will have to get my name changed to OLD jin. LOL. okay i still find it very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yah and our CT is &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chua kock yong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He's a pretty funny, quote 'old-fashioned and traditional' guy with a couple of pronounciation problems. like for example: 'No downloading of any games onto your TAYblet PC.' Hahaha, someone should tell him that or he's gonna be laughed at wherever he goes, srsly. He'll be teaching us A maths. Something tells me his lessons gonna be fun. We met our C maths teacher too, and he was very proud to announce to us that his full name, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'Mr Pek Choong Ching'&lt;/span&gt; was very hard to pronounce. okayy&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can hardly believe im a sec 4. its like so old old old. everytime i think of myself as a sec4 i have this weird image of an old man with a long white beard popping into my mind. lol you get what i mean. Friday flies by, saturday comes. Now i envy those who skipped school today. TSK. But come to think of it, the 1st day of 2009 was pretty enjoyable and fun, and theres no need for regrets. Shall we keep it that way (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-2753421923164438959?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/2753421923164438959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=2753421923164438959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/2753421923164438959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/2753421923164438959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-niu-cow-in-chi-year-of-2009-d.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-400852592767250433</id><published>2008-12-29T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:29:31.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SVkVzg4hU4I/AAAAAAAAAlE/x4-UduvXcpk/s1600-h/DSC00460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285279612440499074" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SVkVQ17u2ZI/AAAAAAAAAks/uPpn1LVhcjE/s200/DSC00470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                              &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Darian and char char :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-400852592767250433?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/400852592767250433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=400852592767250433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/400852592767250433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/400852592767250433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-would-have-been-no-xmas-feast.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SVkVzg4hU4I/AAAAAAAAAlE/x4-UduvXcpk/s72-c/DSC00460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-6519691456144904721</id><published>2008-12-27T09:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:50:52.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2009 is round the corner! Oh dear, I desperately need a life before sec 4 comes knocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And any maids out there? Please call me on my hp yah. Very urgent! All i need u to do is tidy up my room, its very simple, or at least attempt to clear up this dumpsite of mine and i will be really really grateful to you because at this very moment, oh trust me you do NOT want to see my room. RSVP. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-6519691456144904721?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/6519691456144904721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=6519691456144904721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6519691456144904721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6519691456144904721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009-is-almost-here-oh-dear-i.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-5668848237885848285</id><published>2008-12-26T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:53:47.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy birthday to my brother! You are finally 13! Enjoy it before another loooong wait =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-5668848237885848285?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/5668848237885848285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=5668848237885848285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/5668848237885848285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/5668848237885848285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-to-my-brother-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-8867031337452982223</id><published>2008-12-24T20:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:33:06.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAVE A MERRY XMAS EVERYONE! HOHOHO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-8867031337452982223?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/8867031337452982223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=8867031337452982223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8867031337452982223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8867031337452982223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-merry-xmas-everyone-hohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-8608506697827135295</id><published>2008-12-23T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:00:45.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have climbed the great wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nO, not climbed, CONQUERED. 888m of it. i have proof. brought 'it' back home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to go back to china-esp beijing again and admire the breathtaking scenery again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire the Chinese culture there. So diverse, so highly spoken of, so madly interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant help but laugh at this one stand-out China taxi driver. His accent was so humorous, and my dad couldnt help but tease him that he continuously drove like a tortoise on crutches to admire the many 'mei nu's.' that flocked Beijing's streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have played with snow too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artificial snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun. hua xue-ing at full speed down the slippery slope and feeling the wind throw itself against your face which just makes you wanna go that every bit faster, and making sure that your body was balanced every second of the way, was challenging yet exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a few bumps and bangs and bruisers and blisters and buttcrams, but it was all worth it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in spore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treated myself to a movie- twilight! with daryl, beauhrhys, amos, ryan and brandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the movie, when edward cullen made his entrance by striding into the canteen, a group of girls 'WOOOOEEEYed!!' at the top of their voices. Daryl said that they must have come from some twilight fan club haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I would love to watch it again. Invitations please? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-8608506697827135295?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/8608506697827135295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=8608506697827135295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8608506697827135295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8608506697827135295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-climbed-great-wall-no-not.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-4404661052854016196</id><published>2008-12-12T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:48:33.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its time to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beijing&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-4404661052854016196?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/4404661052854016196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=4404661052854016196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/4404661052854016196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/4404661052854016196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-time-to-beijing.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-5749559310002034055</id><published>2008-12-11T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:35:02.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bolt was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To create a meaningful and memorable movie is by no means easy, and somehow by watching bolt, with the-person-who-&lt;em&gt;deliberately&lt;/em&gt;-made-me-wait-for-a-nice-and-long-40mins, ahemmm, i found myself longing for more, i was wishing for it to just go on and on. but wtv. it was good to be finally out of that freeezing cinema. lot 1's a freezer i can tell you that. brr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think that i will have finally been 'upgraded' in 3 months time. Its quite a strange feeling, when after so long ive been contemplating sneaking past those stone-faced movie attendants into those elusive nc16 theatres and then changing my mind at the last second, knowing that i'd feel really guilty. when the opportunity has finally been handed to me, and im indifferent and unaffected when im supposed to be celebrating this long-awaited 'pass' of mine. oh dear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. okay i admit it. ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you have never felt before. Its new, fragile as glass, yet sweet. If i had the chance to frame up something anything in my memory, i would have, without a doubt, chosen that moment in time. no question. im not going to let go of anything again, or anyone. or at least i'll try. keeping promises and vows can be such a pain sometimes. but its a learning step that ive got to take, whether i like it or not. i dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is with this post? lol uhm anyway. i spent 56.90 today! and of all the things i could have spent on in the world, i splashed the cash on a game. omg! i feel so guilty. ahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-5749559310002034055?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/5749559310002034055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=5749559310002034055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/5749559310002034055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/5749559310002034055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/12/bolt-was-amazing-to-create-meaningful.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-8379923079784047283</id><published>2008-12-09T19:51:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:51:58.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha singapore won 2-0. Awesome. i can relax now. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-8379923079784047283?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/8379923079784047283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=8379923079784047283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8379923079784047283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8379923079784047283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/12/haha-singapore-won-2-0.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-6981840538321415650</id><published>2008-12-09T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:15:20.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/ST6LL43T_II/AAAAAAAAAcU/f4arMBv16Ko/s1600-h/09122008022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277808849684003970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/ST6LL43T_II/AAAAAAAAAcU/f4arMBv16Ko/s200/09122008022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My eyes are closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was daryls birthday bbq at his house, and he invited me, beaurhys, ben wee and ryan. I'll just post a couple of photos here and let them do the talking, cos the singapore v indonesia match is on and i cant cant cant miss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/ST6KuaVCsQI/AAAAAAAAAcM/IA0rfiOmymE/s1600-h/DSC00267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277808343270994178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/ST6KuaVCsQI/AAAAAAAAAcM/IA0rfiOmymE/s200/DSC00267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/ST6Kt6rJ3PI/AAAAAAAAAcE/r1Z7utlVYpU/s1600-h/DSC00266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277808334773804274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/ST6Kt6rJ3PI/AAAAAAAAAcE/r1Z7utlVYpU/s200/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/ST6JTWreVfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/FUmM8dEPrLs/s1600-h/DSC00264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277806778923242994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/ST6JTWreVfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/FUmM8dEPrLs/s200/DSC00264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/ST6JTJMOiiI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fMu5yvwggrY/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277806775302523426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/ST6JTJMOiiI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fMu5yvwggrY/s200/DSC00268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/ST6JSvPoriI/AAAAAAAAAbs/McyUp-ZVQ4w/s1600-h/DSC00275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277806768337497634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/ST6JSvPoriI/AAAAAAAAAbs/McyUp-ZVQ4w/s200/DSC00275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277806763730275490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/ST6JSeFMDKI/AAAAAAAAAbk/mCZnfY1HqKE/s200/DSC00273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277806756323494706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/ST6JSCfRizI/AAAAAAAAAbc/QIIQiOT_Y18/s200/DSC00262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abbey acting emo :D The dog's a he, but daryl and his family only found out that abbey was a girls name much later and so yea it kinda stuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay byee for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-6981840538321415650?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/6981840538321415650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=6981840538321415650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6981840538321415650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6981840538321415650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/12/crap-my-eyes-are-closed.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/ST6LL43T_II/AAAAAAAAAcU/f4arMBv16Ko/s72-c/09122008022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-3312571986841970139</id><published>2008-12-07T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T09:35:57.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/STwJOxoAd0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/4OoYmFeVzeo/s1600-h/advert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277103012815337282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/STwJOxoAd0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/4OoYmFeVzeo/s200/advert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Spotted this advert on google... but what does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-3312571986841970139?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/3312571986841970139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=3312571986841970139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/3312571986841970139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/3312571986841970139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/STwJOxoAd0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/4OoYmFeVzeo/s72-c/advert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-8857339014990829672</id><published>2008-12-07T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T08:41:40.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/STv2SufCVPI/AAAAAAAAAbE/LoNs80vx_EU/s1600-h/DSC00256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277082189970953458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/STv2SufCVPI/AAAAAAAAAbE/LoNs80vx_EU/s200/DSC00256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay first of all, thats what my blog looks like now from my computer screen. Tsktsk. Wheres rajat when u need him? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277080242258528754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/STv0hWsNSfI/AAAAAAAAAa8/pPhlfK6VslU/s200/DSC00243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi bin there. I think he looks dam tense la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/STv0KPeYeTI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_KehQ1xINzU/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277079845184502066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/STv0KPeYeTI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_KehQ1xINzU/s200/DSC00240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zhi bin and his grand piano. It was pretty amazing, and unreal at the same time, considering what he was looking at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277079847751802514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/STv0KZCeXpI/AAAAAAAAAac/QNhedSd4A98/s200/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gee. This is what he played during his performance. Whatever that is. Oh and theres like 20 more sheets of these. Music notes or not i cant say for sure, but my grade 5 piano pieces certainly look way easier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277079850484604914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/STv0KjOBn_I/AAAAAAAAAak/8OvtJtQgW_E/s200/DSC00252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought him after catching wildchild at vivo. He hasnt been named yet sadly. Found the show pretty bitchy, in a funny sort of way haha. Perfect for those looking to target those acbc, snobbish, pain in the wherever, or just plain dumb people back at school with more insults.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277079849642699298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/STv0KgFTKiI/AAAAAAAAAas/03jJtU0eDD4/s200/DSC00253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got this book at borders after the movie. By J.K. Rowling. Okay pretty obvious right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277079851893376322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/STv0Kod5xUI/AAAAAAAAAa0/D1ScHpVxFOw/s200/DSC00254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder. Would u pay $14.95 for this book? Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277086313331811842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/STv6CvM35gI/AAAAAAAAAbM/w2Q0FbU-C-c/s200/DSC00255.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-8857339014990829672?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/8857339014990829672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=8857339014990829672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8857339014990829672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8857339014990829672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-first-of-all-thats-what-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/STv2SufCVPI/AAAAAAAAAbE/LoNs80vx_EU/s72-c/DSC00256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-4084128003002478374</id><published>2008-12-04T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:41:19.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay i'll face it. I am not in the blogging mood right now, (am i?), thanks to @#$% and #%^&amp;amp;*^&amp;amp;, (these arent those mean words mind you), as seen from the lack of movement, (if im not wrong, the last post was stuck on nov the 22nd?), but for the sake of a mini revival, (wow its been 12 days), its time to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, (or was it 2 days ago? i forget. oh nvm.) oswald and i &lt;em&gt;finally &lt;/em&gt;met up at around 11+pm at his void deck and got our respective psps back. its been a while, about 3-4 months. it was quite a silly swap on my part actually, mine full of games for his gameless-memory stick-less psp. so i had to resort to inserting my own umd's into his psp to pass the time. but he was a good friend of mine and hey, what are friends for. i dont know what umd stands for, but they're simply these little round game cartridges for psps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a couple of weeks ago we met up somewhere in orchard and he told me that he had deleted everything in my psp. okay, everything except the skin with the hugely delicious hash brown on it and i was like -__-" 'thanks la buddy' while he stood there laughing away like a crazy cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to a fren, i realised &lt;a href="http://www.aimini.net/"&gt;http://www.aimini.net/&lt;/a&gt; is a really good site to grab those songs we so desperately crave for. its like so good. i was up one night downloading and downloading and getting so excited and yeah, once again forgetting that it was way past bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my holiday has been confirmed. Going to beijing! We initially decided on korea, but then after a little discussion here and there we ended up with beijing. anyway, scaling the great wall would be something worth trying. by my standards, i must clear at least the first 1000 steps. lol okay kidding, i hope the first 50 or so dont kill me, cos i havent been exercising at all this year. they say youre no man if youve not managed to go from start to finish. haha bring it on man. no wall shall beat me. im gonna step all over you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its jeremy whos going on a tour to 3 different states in america or smth. and mark must be having the fun of his life in australia by now, not forgetting ryan, who has left his footprints all over sea world, dream world and movie world. gee. everyones enjoying themselves, i can hardly wait for my holiday to begin. oh lovely december, lets put you to good use shall we? i will not waste you. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-4084128003002478374?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/4084128003002478374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=4084128003002478374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/4084128003002478374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/4084128003002478374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-ill-face-it.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-1474118159604646399</id><published>2008-11-22T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T06:00:31.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Solo Recital by Chiam Zhi Bin&lt;br /&gt;On a Poem by Dylan Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, he should be halfway through his second show at the Art House, near the Victoria Concert Hall. Oswald, parry and I went for his first performance at 730 and boy, did he play well man. After the show, parry, oswald and two of his canoeing teammates went for supper while im back at home. Still have yet to fully recover from my fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um okay thats all i guess. bye =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-1474118159604646399?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/1474118159604646399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=1474118159604646399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/1474118159604646399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/1474118159604646399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/11/solo-recital-by-chiam-zhi-bin-on-poem.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-4266665932680622732</id><published>2008-11-20T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:23:03.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember the annoying ad on tv with that awful melody?&lt;br /&gt;Does it make your insides churn?&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to hear it again?&lt;br /&gt;Cos here we go again one more time from the top:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've built your company,&lt;br /&gt;Now you want to be on tvee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wife's your CFO,&lt;br /&gt;Now you want to be on radiooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the GSS,&lt;br /&gt;Yet you want to be in the presss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just call 6 triple 3, 9 triple 8,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mediacorp advertising inquiries, the one stop number to call to advertise on radio, tv and press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call Mediacorp advertising inquiries and advertise on mediacorp for as low as 600 dollars!&lt;br /&gt;And ask for the special packaging features we are offering this festive season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 triple 3, 9 triple 8,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. ok wu liao right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is what i've sort of memorised. help me check for any errors tyvm (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-4266665932680622732?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/4266665932680622732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=4266665932680622732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/4266665932680622732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/4266665932680622732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/11/remember-annoying-ad-on-tv-with-that.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-2733045409724632658</id><published>2008-11-18T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:54:22.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah. Here's another quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by: jocelyn ong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1]What have you been doing recently?&lt;br /&gt;-Gaming till 3hours after midnight. Hey, its cool :D&lt;br /&gt;2]Do you ever turn yr cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;- No, no wonder it runs out of batt so often.&lt;br /&gt;3]What happened at 10am today?&lt;br /&gt;- Had a jog.&lt;br /&gt;4]When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;- Light years ago. I usually vent wtv out on objects, not tears.&lt;br /&gt;5]Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. Strange things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;6]What do you want in yr life now?&lt;br /&gt;- To be happy.&lt;br /&gt;7]Do you carry an umbrella when it rains or just put up yr hood?&lt;br /&gt;- I run and laugh and let the raindrops soak me.&lt;br /&gt;8]What's yr favourite thing to have on yr bed?&lt;br /&gt;- You should have a look at my bed. Lotsa stuffed toys.&lt;br /&gt;9]What bottoms are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;- PJs.&lt;br /&gt;10]Whats the nicest thing in yr inbox?&lt;br /&gt;- There are many things.&lt;br /&gt;11]Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;br /&gt;- i really dont know. i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;12]Are you wearing anything borrowed frm someone?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope, i try not to forget stuff. Try. and fail =]&lt;br /&gt;13]What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;- High School Musical 3 with zhibin and kq!&lt;br /&gt;14]What are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;- Myself.&lt;br /&gt;15]What does yr oldest text msg in yr inbox says?&lt;br /&gt;- It dates way back like 2 xmas' ago! u know, those merry xmas behave or santa wont show up msgs.&lt;br /&gt;16]What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;- Rock your body by justin timberlake. haha. im not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;17]Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;- Christer gave me jinrummy, a couple of nyps peeps gave me banana, yangnana. lol. good times they were.&lt;br /&gt;18]What does yr last receive text msg says?&lt;br /&gt;- YES HOW YOU KNOW HAHA HI :)&lt;br /&gt;19]What time did you go to bed last nite?&lt;br /&gt;- Beyond midnight =]&lt;br /&gt;20]Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;- Could be better.&lt;br /&gt;21]Who gives you the best advice?&lt;br /&gt;- I dont know yet.&lt;br /&gt;22]Do you eat whipped cream straight frm the can?&lt;br /&gt;- yuucks? who does that? gross.&lt;br /&gt;23]With whom did you talk on the phone last nite?&lt;br /&gt;- Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;24]Is something bugging you now?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;25]What/who was the last person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;- My grandparents&lt;br /&gt;26]Do you wear toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;-Eh no.&lt;br /&gt;27]Who was the last person you missed a call frm?&lt;br /&gt;-oh my crap just realised beaurhys called one and a half days ago. better return his call.&lt;br /&gt;28]Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;-I think so?&lt;br /&gt;29]What annoys you most in a person?&lt;br /&gt;-Weird people. and people who act cool bue cool.&lt;br /&gt;30]Do you have a crush on someone?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;31]Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;-i like my lungs, no way.&lt;br /&gt;32]What is the colour of yr room?&lt;br /&gt;- White and more white. actually i sleep in the living room now, just like my father. its more cooling okay.&lt;br /&gt;33]Would you kill someone you hate for a billion bucks?&lt;br /&gt;- Killings easy. The hard things the escaping part.&lt;br /&gt;34]Do you believe in the saying, ’Talk is cheap’?&lt;br /&gt;- Nothing is cheap now man. Including talk.&lt;br /&gt;35]Who was the last person to lie in yr bed?&lt;br /&gt;- Hello this question very sneaky ah. me lah!&lt;br /&gt;36]Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;br /&gt;- Mummy =]&lt;br /&gt;37]Did you see the last person you kissed recently?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope&lt;br /&gt;38]Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;- Come on yeah i do.&lt;br /&gt;39]Have you ever thought someone died, when they didn't?&lt;br /&gt;- Creepy.&lt;br /&gt;40]What is the reason behind yr profile song?&lt;br /&gt;- My song is the song of silence lol =)&lt;br /&gt;41]Who was the last person you saw in yr dreams?&lt;br /&gt;- Crap i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;42]Last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;- Just.&lt;br /&gt;43]Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;- I wish i was better at judging myself.&lt;br /&gt;44]What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Haha i think the songs are coming from jocelyn's blog. dont know the titles.&lt;br /&gt;45]Are you talking to someone while doing this?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;46]Do you walk with your eyes closed or open?&lt;br /&gt;- I feel dumb answering this question.&lt;br /&gt;47]Is there a quote you live by?&lt;br /&gt;- Positive thinking is half the work? theres more i guess.&lt;br /&gt;48]Do you want someone you can never have?&lt;br /&gt;- Eew so possessive, no.&lt;br /&gt;49]Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;- Hello someone in band here? Guitar and piano too. occassionally the recorder.&lt;br /&gt;50]What was the worst idea you’ve had this week?&lt;br /&gt;- My ideas are good. =]&lt;br /&gt;51]What were you doing last night at 11pm?&lt;br /&gt;- In the car listening to mp3s.&lt;br /&gt;52]Are you happy with your love life right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Refer to question 20.&lt;br /&gt;53]What song best describes yr love life?&lt;br /&gt;- I dont know, but i like way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;54]Does the person know you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;- The person who created this quiz must have been the nosey kind. who knows?&lt;br /&gt;55]Who always makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;- Please la almost everyone :D thanks for all the laughs u guys.&lt;br /&gt;56]Do you speak other languages other than english?&lt;br /&gt;- Zao an! selamat pagi! okay thats all.&lt;br /&gt;57]Favourite websites?&lt;br /&gt;- my blog lor. soccernet.com, facebook.com&lt;br /&gt;58]Whats yr middle name?&lt;br /&gt;- Yang&lt;br /&gt;60]What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;- I realised i cant lie. i'll feel awfully guilty later, for myself and the person i lied to.&lt;br /&gt;61]Who will you choose to die with?&lt;br /&gt;- skipp~~&lt;br /&gt;62]Where have you been today?&lt;br /&gt;- At home and gramps place and school&lt;br /&gt;63]What game do you play often?&lt;br /&gt;- I dont just play, im addicted. Football manager!&lt;br /&gt;64]Who are you missing now?&lt;br /&gt;- People who ive not seen in ages.&lt;br /&gt;65]If you had to choose between your friend or your lover which will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;- Ive got it. Lover, and make her my friend as well. lol la. i'll need yr help on this one.&lt;br /&gt;66]What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;-Taking this quiz&lt;br /&gt;67]Which primary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;- Nanyang Pri. =] love you love you love you.&lt;br /&gt;68]Name 3 colours that you like?&lt;br /&gt;-Blue, Dark blue and Purple. purple is not gay okay.&lt;br /&gt;69]What emotion do you like to show?&lt;br /&gt;- Happiness. depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;70]What is yr life to you?&lt;br /&gt;- Impt!&lt;br /&gt;71]If you have something bothering you what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;- Keep it to myself most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;72]Who did you last chat on msn today?&lt;br /&gt;- Chongmin, zhibin and david tai haha.&lt;br /&gt;73]Who do you admire the most?&lt;br /&gt;- Im not a christian, so maybe anyone who inspires me.&lt;br /&gt;74]Which month were you born in?&lt;br /&gt;- February.&lt;br /&gt;75]How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;76]What is the time now?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh trust me, you dont want to know.&lt;br /&gt;77]What kind of person do you think of the one who tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;- Friendly, energetic, bubbly LOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;78]What colour did you use to dye yr hair?&lt;br /&gt;- My bro will say 'oh brown.'&lt;br /&gt;79]Why are you doing this test?&lt;br /&gt;- Im nice. =]&lt;br /&gt;80]What do you do when you are moody?&lt;br /&gt;- Depends. From listening to music, to keeping to myself to gaming oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;81]At which age do you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;- Hard to say.&lt;br /&gt;82]Who is more important to you?&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone that i care about. doesnt have to be mutual.&lt;br /&gt;83]If today was the last day of your life what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;-Touch wood lah.&lt;br /&gt;84]Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;- A good friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;85]Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;86]If you had a dream come true what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- You dont actually say your wish out loud before you blow the candles on your bday cake.&lt;br /&gt;87]What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;- This year is ending liao. Yi lu shun feng to beijing! hope i dont get poisoned by their milk products LOL.&lt;br /&gt;88]Do you believe in eternal love?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;89]What feeling do you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;- Refer to question 69.&lt;br /&gt;90]Do you think its Global Warming now?&lt;br /&gt;- My dear singapore yes. =]&lt;br /&gt;91]What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;- Insecurity. is that a feeling?&lt;br /&gt;92]You like doing quizzes?&lt;br /&gt;- Okay, but very very very tiring!&lt;br /&gt;93]Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;- Refer to question 73.&lt;br /&gt;94]Who cares for you the most?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;95]What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;- Having family and frens who care.&lt;br /&gt;96]What will you bring when you fight?&lt;br /&gt;- My mahjong set.&lt;br /&gt;97]What have you regretted doing your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;- Something. its not sharing day today.&lt;br /&gt;98]What would you do if nobody cared for you?&lt;br /&gt;- Cry.&lt;br /&gt;99]What would you do if your boyfriend/girlfriend two-timed you?&lt;br /&gt;- Two-time someone else as well. lol kidding. feel betrayed i guess?&lt;br /&gt;100]How do you feel now?&lt;br /&gt;- Happy that i can go to bed :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-2733045409724632658?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/2733045409724632658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=2733045409724632658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/2733045409724632658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/2733045409724632658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/11/1what-have-you-been-doing-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-3845801880862782305</id><published>2008-11-18T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:07:51.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rightey. Depending on my connection, (come on linksys dont let me down), today and tomorrow shall be 'meme' day. :D um dont ask me why its called a meme. why not youyou? =] haha okay not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised this was harder than expected. everytime i think of someone there seems to be another person who fits the description better. or maybe its just me being the indecisive me again lol. this is hard. but of course, here's what i think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ysabel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Parry tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Zhibin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ainsley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Mark chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Mark chan again LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Chongmin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Kaiqing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Oswald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Yuan ming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Tim tang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Clifford!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Tansy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Eric Bea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Guoxin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Darren tay, definitely. wins hands down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Jocelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Kee zhang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Wei chuen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Hmm. When i do come across one, i'll note it down here yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Rajat. oh my i actually thought of someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Amos tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Weng fong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Wan ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Kahjin. just kidding! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Joseph gwee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Eiffel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Haha. Cant say wont say i dont really know, im too shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Hey all. If you have any comments, please feel free to let me know. i'll make any changes if necessary. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-3845801880862782305?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/3845801880862782305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=3845801880862782305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/3845801880862782305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/3845801880862782305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/11/rightey.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-8786724685389289157</id><published>2008-11-10T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T01:59:40.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh what a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my phone at around 3pm and only realised that it was missing at 4. And all along i was sitting at the recep. counter (oh i was moved again) surfing the net and checking my email. Feeling sleepy didnt help my thinking either, as i tried to recall where i could have left it. After 10 mins of searching, i thought i needed more help, so i told the person on my right about my sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the search party grew, from the 2 of us, to 3, then almost 10 of us were searching for a silly w960i. I still feel dam paiseh, even though i already gave up a long long time ago, they continued to search every possible area. So their hard work paid off. at 530, kelvin suddenly chionged to me and said, 'you have one last chance', The 2 of us rushed to the nearby aesthetics centre and asked the woman at the counter. When she said, 'Ah. Is it sony ericsson?' i couldnt help but feel happy and relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later i found out that it was mr steven goh who had rescued my phone from the toilet, who then left it at the aesthetics centre just outside the toilets. I was dam surprised. i dont even rmb leaving it in the toilet la! Then i tried to tempt him with my dinner offers but he politely refused, saying 'aiya no need la, this is what we do.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe that i actually reached into all that rubbish just now, including pieces of paper, an empty platic box and 4 pieces of multi-coloured cake. Tyvm all of you, im very very very thankful. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-8786724685389289157?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/8786724685389289157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=8786724685389289157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8786724685389289157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8786724685389289157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-what-day.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-6880492073736520123</id><published>2008-11-08T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T01:29:29.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SRXAHrhs5mI/AAAAAAAAAZs/FZ3Sta8ecnU/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266326577455359586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SRXAHrhs5mI/AAAAAAAAAZs/FZ3Sta8ecnU/s200/DSC00192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mascot of The Singapore Barrage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i have LOTS to say, but this would require lots and lots of typing, and im not really in the mood to force my fingers to do the work for me right now. so maybe another time yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266327909830909426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SRXBVPAyXfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UyPIC2L5w2Q/s200/DSC00188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for the new paper big walk last sunday. i dont remember much, except for the blood, sweat and tears. okay lol just kidding. i remember the hot sun, and the dehydration which caused me a big painful headache, and mixing around with the other kids after i somehow completed 5km walk. haha i know its a walk, but i was struggling to even make it past 900m. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266327898106303202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SRXBUjVbEuI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ccYJioOMSgs/s200/DSC00195.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Midget scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266328846955165586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SRXCLyEnt5I/AAAAAAAAAaM/d1W7IAYRaUY/s200/DSC00191.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Singapore Barrage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yay. I saw the Singapore Barrage! lol even though it doesnt look that nice, it still feels good walking around on something newly built., im sure you'll agree. its about the same feeling as when youre walking around vivo i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were resting and taking our well-deserved break, this ambulance suddenly came out of nowhere with sirens wailing and moving straight for the nearest shelter. the people around it all got quite curious and stopped wtv it was they were doing. then, the young kid nearest to me cried, 'oh nooo. someone's dead!' but luckily, no one did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266327910124135778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SRXBVQGspWI/AAAAAAAAAaE/i4EWJrt_X54/s200/DSC00223.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My lunch- 10 man tou :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, my tuition teacher confused me. (oww who has tuition after eoys.) anyway, we were going through this new topic, and i remember him telling me last week that this topic was relatively easier than the rest, he said 'its easy, you won't have a problem'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as we were about to start, i said,' Ah, the easy topic. That's what u told me last week.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, 'Yah la.' Then after a really long pause....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, 'A bit easy la but not that easy.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LoL. now i hope u see why im so confused. someone help? what is he trying to tell me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-6880492073736520123?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/6880492073736520123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=6880492073736520123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6880492073736520123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6880492073736520123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/11/mascot-of-singapore-barrage-actually-i.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SRXAHrhs5mI/AAAAAAAAAZs/FZ3Sta8ecnU/s72-c/DSC00192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-8688710665814178867</id><published>2008-11-04T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:06:11.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I am among those sad people who still have exams tommorow. O-Level Chinese. Left paper 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i still cant find my entry slip. i should be panicking, but strangely im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope an IC is good enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, cant stay long, i have an entry slip to find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-8688710665814178867?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/8688710665814178867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=8688710665814178867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8688710665814178867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8688710665814178867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-7669857910016846157</id><published>2008-10-29T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:43:39.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im blogging using their office com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stamping's fun. cos its easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life here's pretty good after all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only 3 things people do here. What are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Work time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Lunch time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262823946979641218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SQlOfwMkB4I/AAAAAAAAAZc/HYQP5MatVb0/s200/DSC00175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but usually, more often than not, there's a lot of work time, not a lot of lunch time, and no free time at all. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while i was stamping, I got dam scared when i saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262823947377472658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SQlOfxradJI/AAAAAAAAAZk/22eGooscnrM/s200/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks help. im traumatised. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the network here blocks particular websites, including all tag boxes. (even facebook!) so cant reply any tags nor tag. ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-7669857910016846157?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/7669857910016846157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=7669857910016846157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/7669857910016846157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/7669857910016846157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SQlOfwMkB4I/AAAAAAAAAZc/HYQP5MatVb0/s72-c/DSC00175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-723482991044359240</id><published>2008-10-28T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:55:16.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ i'm already exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning, there was lots and lots of stamping to be done. there were 9 of us. split into 2 groups of 4 and 1 group of 1. i think i can count myself a very unlucky guy. the people there are very friendly though. they let me use msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262242929644059602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SQc-EF8-u9I/AAAAAAAAAYs/nTf2QuOTszA/s200/DSC00163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262244358427795778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SQc_XQlkYUI/AAAAAAAAAY8/DHTv2vDzXCs/s200/DSC00165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SQc_XV8lcDI/AAAAAAAAAY0/HghWZIIAS7A/s1600-h/DSC00164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262244359866511410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SQc_XV8lcDI/AAAAAAAAAY0/HghWZIIAS7A/s200/DSC00164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i had to stamp all of that. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262244364791131394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SQc_XoStLQI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EQ-XRYGHYU4/s200/DSC00166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;when i got to the last sheet of paper, i was overjoyed. so i stamped the whole sheet. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the afternoon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SQc_XpLZwaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/5ZxnPn06so0/s1600-h/DSC00167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262244365028934050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SQc_XpLZwaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/5ZxnPn06so0/s200/DSC00167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the clinics of singapore. boohoo. they told me to make sure all the details were correct and to correct it if there were errors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262244371087859106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SQc_X_v9naI/AAAAAAAAAZU/7ix8IVvjsCE/s200/DSC00168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i feel quite accomplished today. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-723482991044359240?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/723482991044359240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=723482991044359240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/723482991044359240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/723482991044359240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/10/day1-im-already-exhausted-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SQc-EF8-u9I/AAAAAAAAAYs/nTf2QuOTszA/s72-c/DSC00163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-6656515229180777204</id><published>2008-10-27T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:51:32.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, today is deepavali. yay. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice, my mum's loyal indian customer invited us over to his house for a great deepavali feast. The experience was pretty cool and well, exciting. I was kinda apprehensive at first, you know since its my 1st ever invitation by an indian to celebrate deepavali together, but their friendliness and hospitality was really re-assuring, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that they use rock sand with ready-made colouring to form some symbol at the doorstep, along with some candles laid about 8cm away from each other in a straight line. I think the purpose is to chase away demons and ghosts and mice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so much on the dining table to choose from, but i only attacked the poor curry chicken. lol. then i dont know how but my mum's indian customer suddenly changed the subject from my job application at raffles hospital for 2wks to mutton bone marrow. he says its his favourite part of the mutton and all his 3 sons love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me if i wanted to try. At that moment, i think his wife sensed his excitement and gave me this very very very encouraging look. okay so i said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261899030018326546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SQYFSgA3ABI/AAAAAAAAAYc/G5EwE3IAMh0/s200/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The mutton and the bone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261899132794453682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SQYFYe4mPrI/AAAAAAAAAYk/10upY5dQPK0/s200/DSC00159.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The bone marrow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think its dam gross la. but the indians were treating it as some sort of main event, its like 5 of them started crowding around me the moment they heard i was going to try bone marrow for the first (and hopefully last =] ) time. so yah i was under quite a lot of pressure to eat that thing. but surprisingly enough, the bone marrow was so soft and slippery it just slipped right down my throat. i didn need to use my teeth. its a good thing i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;also earlier in the morning, i went out with two other p6 classmates to watch hsm3 at lido. nice songs. i think 'rocketman's funny. haha. yep. so thats how i celebrated deepavali this afternoon. pretty memorable. :] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;working tml at raffles hospital. 8am to 6:15pm. $15 a day. ok i need this money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-6656515229180777204?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SQYFSgA3ABI/AAAAAAAAAYc/G5EwE3IAMh0/s72-c/DSC00158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-766525415899444424</id><published>2008-10-21T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:01:21.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yj yj yj practise your guitar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-766525415899444424?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/766525415899444424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=766525415899444424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/766525415899444424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/766525415899444424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/10/yj-yj-yj-practise-your-guitar.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-3096413720914734838</id><published>2008-10-20T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:02:04.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its kinda funny, when exams have ended, the post-exam mood has set in and everything and then u take a peek at the calendar on your phone and find out in dismay that o-level chinese is 2 weeks and a few days away. oh dammit. poor poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, its 2 weeks and a few days away. And its chinese. Not chem or physics. so yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our principal dr ong decided to take some time off his busy schedule to review how the year3 cohort has done for eoys. so we went down the list, one subject by one subject. i think he set his expectations too high already, from what i've heard. or i could have heard wrongly, i was half asleep anyway. haha. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i think at one point he bue tahan liao. i think the higher tamil students did quite badly this eoy, so he was the first to complain, 'U cant do tamil better switch to chinese or malay ah. all these jokers. very bad ah. i think we need to have a tamil concentration camp.' lolol, the way he said it made us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then there was chinese karaoke competition. 3.18s favourite chi teacher ong siew buay was one of the teachers taking part in the teachers' section. i think i can sort of rmb a few lines of the song she sang. looking forward to teasing her =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our class was seated right behind, and the people in front were making so much noise that it was really no point in trying to pay attention luh. we tried to excuse ourselves early as most of us had to meet some teacher at 3, to have lunch and stuff. but mr jeffrey tan told us it was cancelled. then when it was finally time to go, beaurhys had to rub it in, "we're going to kap later. woohoo! while you're at band." &gt;&lt; finefine. but who said i'd go for band? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol yupps. thats it. gonna check my facebook account now. and leave a few tags along the way i guess. buhbuh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-3096413720914734838?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/3096413720914734838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=3096413720914734838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/3096413720914734838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/3096413720914734838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-kinda-funny-when-exams-have-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-6194310516801228628</id><published>2008-10-16T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:52:15.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been really busy these days. Busy with games. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, to kickstart this dead blog of mine, i would like to post my eoy results here. Good news is, i didn fail c maths. yay. okay so im going to give a quick quick breakdown of the marks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lang arts: 74%&lt;br /&gt;Paper 1: 19/25&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2: (19-1)/25 - minus 1, for not writing a small little Q1. at the beginning of the paper. whats this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;C Maths: 57+5%&lt;br /&gt;Paper 1: 41/80&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2: 50/80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lotsa people failed this one, but the maths dean was nice enough to throw in 5 bonus marks for everyone, and to pull some people up from a fail to a pass at the same time of course. And there are also some people like manh hoang, who got a 100 for c maths. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A Maths: 82.5%&lt;br /&gt;Paper 1: 74/80&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2: 58/80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one, really took me by surprise. Esp the paper 1. like ive never seen so many ticks on my a maths papers before. so yeah, it was really pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;IHS: 63+4%&lt;br /&gt;Paper 1: 11/15&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2: 8/15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An additional 4 marks for our portfolios. Look at poor paper 2. Hmm. Ive nothing much to say here. I need to improve on my 'meta-cognitive' skills. You know, i still dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Physics: 70%&lt;br /&gt;Paper 1: 31/40&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2: 51/80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, u can name the vietnamese scholars, and the indian scholars and the china scholars who excelled and did a fine job in this paper, but a 70 for physics means the world to me. ms au will be glad. i think. lol, i sound weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chemistry: 75%&lt;br /&gt;Paper 1: 30/40&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2: 59+1/80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say here either. Except that i didn understand half of paper 1 (mol questions were everywhere!) so i resorted to using my guessing abilities and what do you know. hehe. yeah. not too bad i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Goeg: 68%&lt;br /&gt;Q2: 10/25&lt;br /&gt;Q4: 24/25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks i really hate myself. There were 4 questions to choose from. Q1-Q4. The plate tectonics question looked dam scary, so i jumped ship to q2, which was rivers and coastal processes if im not mistaken. Q4 was forests. 4b said. 'Draw a tropical rainforest with short notes' something like that. And I took so incredibly long to draw the forest. Yup, so i managed to get 4/4 for it. But then i panicked and couldnt think straight for q2. Sigh. Oh wells. Theres always a next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats about it. I hope to be back soon. Now back to gaming =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* oops forgot to put my name in front on the tags. just to make sure- okay so:&lt;br /&gt;yangjin: for chongmin&lt;br /&gt;dilkz: for dillon&lt;br /&gt;mystery wabbit: for mystery wabbit&lt;br /&gt;=]: for =]&lt;br /&gt;xx: for xx&lt;br /&gt;daryl: for daryl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-6194310516801228628?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/6194310516801228628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=6194310516801228628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6194310516801228628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6194310516801228628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-been-really-busy-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-6867083838480954391</id><published>2008-10-09T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:18:07.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Days after eoys: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at school today having a kickabout with a couple of bandmates and some other random people. Had trouble waking up, so came abt 15 mins late. I think im rusty, need more match practice lol. Prateesh was v funny as usual, everything he does just makes us laugh. After a while prateesh and 2 others left to play dota and the game kinda like toned down a little. So the rest of us soon got bored and left too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then weng fong left us to watch prateesh play dota, joel had to leave and so david tai and i were wondering what to do next when davids brother called. ended up going to tai's house. i feel quite accomplished cos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) learnt some cs skills. david tai was going on and on about his supposed 'pro tactics', but he actually sounded quite pro when he was explaining the basics to me. he said the bots cant see through smoke, smoke from the smoke grenade obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so playing as a terrorist, i reached the bomb site and planted the bomb. then i smoked the area and waited. the bots had to defuse the bomb or its game over, they inched closer bit by bit, attracted by the 'tick-tick' sound of the bomb. but of course, they had no idea that I was there. then within range of my rifle, i shot the bots and won the round. david actually was quite impressed and said, 'wo, i wanna try your method.' yay. im so smart haha. lols im praising myself. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) learnt a new card game. take 4 cards off the top of the deck and try to form 24. u can add-subtract-X-divide-sq.-sq. root do whatever u can think of, without repetitions. say theres a 2 amongst the four cards u cant go 2+2+2+2+2... all the way to 24 like that. yeah u should get the idea. i think we were quite evenly matched. i think. after a while we resorted to using calculators lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) learnt some poker skills. well, not a lot, cos my father had arrived, but its enough to get by. =] thanks david. wonder if the valentine's day letter on yr wall was from 'just a friend'? ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-6867083838480954391?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/6867083838480954391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=6867083838480954391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6867083838480954391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6867083838480954391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/10/days-after-eoys-3-i-was-at-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-6622129255389851894</id><published>2008-10-08T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:33:53.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are over! The fun begins. Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-6622129255389851894?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/6622129255389851894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=6622129255389851894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6622129255389851894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6622129255389851894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/10/exams-are-over-i-will-post-more-soooon.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-5707946330528071390</id><published>2008-10-04T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:56:29.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see your big smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see your big grin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smiling cheek to cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm smiling cheek to cheek. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this really cool and cheerful song on tv, something about making yr house a happier place to live in. hm yeah, who wouldnt? =] sing it to yourself and things around you will start looking much brighter. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, raikonnen didnt win, liverpool won 2-0 ( i predicted 2-1) and i didnt win the ferrari hat. aiya. nvm, better luck next time. x]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-5707946330528071390?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/5707946330528071390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=5707946330528071390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/5707946330528071390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/5707946330528071390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-see-your-big-smile-im-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-3976141109602232238</id><published>2008-09-26T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:59:03.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With part of lang arts and part of c maths and chem gone, a new horror has emerged. That is, c maths paper 2. If i dont do well im dead. Um okay actually if i dont do well for any of the papers i'll be dead, cos that will mean a date for 2 weeks with either mr keith tan, bose or ms au. I find Keith tan really funny but weird, in a positive way, bose is definitely not funny, and ms au is trying to be funny. (well she fails miserably at that of course.)  Oh and ms au sounds like a M-A-N when she laughs. Its something like hearing 'HurHurHurrrr', around 8 octaves below middle c on the piano. Kinda scary. So i'd rather be at home gaming. Duh. Who wouldnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained like mad today! We had to take the pledge in the exam hall. And we started the exam late, so we ended late. We also had to sit in the same spot for 2h and 45 mins for chem so i had to resort to using the toilet all the way at the boarding school when it finally ended. (overcrowding tsktsk.) i never heard of overcrowding in toilets before today. of free food and free movie tickets yes, but toilets? not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ihs topic was easy. Too easy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im going to make a few bets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Raikonnen to win the race on sunday, not massa, not hamtaro (hamilton). omg im lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Liverpool to win 2-1 at goodison. EH better win ah. (although its most likely going to end in a 1-1 draw.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Me to win a Ferrari cap. I hope i didn waste money on those smses. ~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-3976141109602232238?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/3976141109602232238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=3976141109602232238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/3976141109602232238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/3976141109602232238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/09/with-part-of-lang-arts-and-part-of-c.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-1735717965223867845</id><published>2008-09-23T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:46:15.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay wow, tomorrow's hornest (honours) day, lol, where the best at sports and games get a nice little reward for their hard work and effort- which is most likely a $50-$100 borders book voucher. Ah, but it depends on how u look at it. A $100 voucher can get you 2 whole sets of the vampire series by steph meyer. one for yourself and the other set for a friend. That kinda reminds me that I have yet to break the 300 page barrier of twilight, which so happens to be the first book of the installment. but nvm, theres a time and place for everything. reading sprees shall resume on the 8th of oct. =] And there are no lessons tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had CIP at the back of macritchie reservoir, and then i told my grandpa to meet me at macritchie reservoir, so yeah. it made things quite complicated. one of my teachers told us that the monkeys attack anything that looks like food, even plastic bags. and that day we had swimming but i left my tiger towel in the locker. but luckily we werent attacked or anything, so i had no regrets. uh anyway, here are some picts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SNk2bhIiJ6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/gm53keeCahQ/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SNk2bhIiJ6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/gm53keeCahQ/s200/DSC00078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249286687055554466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SNk2cKP1gkI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Nt-brb7kVXo/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SNk2cKP1gkI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Nt-brb7kVXo/s200/DSC00087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249286698092036674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SNk2bl2m2VI/AAAAAAAAAX8/qgSr0Yzj1yU/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SNk2bl2m2VI/AAAAAAAAAX8/qgSr0Yzj1yU/s200/DSC00083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249286688322541906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Manh hoang was super funny la. cos he and dinh tried to carry khoa, who was trying to wrap his hands and legs around the stick but it broke. then all of a sudden manh hoang did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SNk2cse4mhI/AAAAAAAAAYM/6WCuwtC43LI/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SNk2cse4mhI/AAAAAAAAAYM/6WCuwtC43LI/s200/DSC00086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249286707281959442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SNk2dBHhtZI/AAAAAAAAAYU/8kR8fVCRtS4/s1600-h/DSC00092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SNk2dBHhtZI/AAAAAAAAAYU/8kR8fVCRtS4/s200/DSC00092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249286712821134738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could compete with you one day Jun yu, but then again, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-1735717965223867845?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/1735717965223867845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=1735717965223867845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/1735717965223867845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/1735717965223867845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-wow-tomorrows-hornest-honours-day.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SNk2bhIiJ6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/gm53keeCahQ/s72-c/DSC00078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-1138200753345383592</id><published>2008-09-18T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:27:35.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In addition to y= sinx, y= cosx, and y= tanx graphs, we also have the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SNJwCxpieEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/HMxg9953WLg/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SNJwCxpieEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/HMxg9953WLg/s200/DSC00070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247379708829661250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xD my class is such a multi-racial and harmonious society. from locals to scholars from indonesia, china, vietnam and india.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, but we forgot to draw y= indiax. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall draw it myself tomorrow, if i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SNJwJMaB27I/AAAAAAAAAXs/68nKdRmSGhc/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SNJwJMaB27I/AAAAAAAAAXs/68nKdRmSGhc/s200/DSC00071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247379819091581874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Thats ben weeeeeeeeee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* whoops i didnt spot it at first. we did draw y= indiax, yay. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-1138200753345383592?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/1138200753345383592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=1138200753345383592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/1138200753345383592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/1138200753345383592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-addition-to-y-sinx-y-cosx-and-y-tanx.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SNJwCxpieEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/HMxg9953WLg/s72-c/DSC00070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-1752560435050736866</id><published>2008-09-15T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:38:23.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three wishes, what will they be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) No eoys. (so that we all have a longer lifespan)&lt;br /&gt;2) No teachers (so that we cant be taught in the first place)&lt;br /&gt;3) Another 3 wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) No school. (so we can have dota match, after dota match, after dota match- or whatever it is that you play lah. Um nope i dont play dota, not anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;5) No diseases. (lol. but im sure getting sick is the last thing on your mind yes?)&lt;br /&gt;6) Everybody to live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay somethings wrong with me. I think its because my phone got confiscated in the morning during chapel, then the teacher returned me and warned me not to use it again or he'll take it away forever and then bose scolded me for 'talking' in her class, which i didnt, and then scolding me again for getting my phone confiscated and then stared at me for so long that i was so scared that her eyes would burn two cute oval-shaped holes in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo. im out of breath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-1752560435050736866?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/1752560435050736866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=1752560435050736866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/1752560435050736866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/1752560435050736866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/09/three-wishes-what-will-they-be-1-no.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-531764379521333325</id><published>2008-09-13T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T09:09:47.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i was at the dining table when my brother came up to me and strangled my eraser. Yep, it got strangled alright. Nothing significant happened today, so i'll put a picture up here and let the the picture do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SMvlKX91gVI/AAAAAAAAAXc/_V2-JRrek8Y/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SMvlKX91gVI/AAAAAAAAAXc/_V2-JRrek8Y/s200/DSC00058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245538157397901650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait a min, something significant did happen after all. liverpool beat man utd to claim 1st place! (for 5 hours at most, but its more than i can ask for already) :cD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-531764379521333325?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/531764379521333325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=531764379521333325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/531764379521333325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/531764379521333325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-i-was-at-dining-table-when-my.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SMvlKX91gVI/AAAAAAAAAXc/_V2-JRrek8Y/s72-c/DSC00058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-4454940583130439059</id><published>2008-09-11T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:42:54.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still remember the time where I left my facebook account for dead for almost a whole month and got kicked out of fb as a result. Hmph so mean. But nvm, created a new one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like Ms Au has taken over our favourite Lang Arts B class and Mr Keith Tan's lesson on Monday. Such a pity. I think the lang arts B teacher has some real guts to be turning up for class without fail, she gets bullied everywhere she goes, and by everyone she meets at every second of the day. Mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot, have i mentioned this before? She banned me from going to the toilet during her lesson because i 'betrayed her trust.' Somehow she found out about the time where I excused myself and said i needed the toilet, but I headed for the canteen instead where I mass bought 6 packets of popcorn chicken for myself and 5 other classmates. Tsktsk. She's not so gullible after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-4454940583130439059?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/4454940583130439059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=4454940583130439059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/4454940583130439059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/4454940583130439059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-still-remember-time-where-i-left-my.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-33509443227439378</id><published>2008-09-10T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:45:39.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1) I scored my 3rd goal in 3 consecutive matches. yippee that has been my best record ever. but credit to desmond, without his composure and crosses i would have ended up with a big fat kosong. but thats usually what happens to me after most soccer matches anyway. yay to desmond too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sat with Wei Chuen during HCL lesson. He's still as observant as ever lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Bose was being herself again, no change here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Ms Au was keeping a close eye on me throughout her lesson. either she's just doing her job as a teacher or she's trying to insinuate to me that she's secretly in love. with me.&lt;br /&gt;eew omg i hope its neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Mr mike was dam funny today, someone remind me to switch my voice recorder on for his next lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Ryan, beaurhys, jonathan and I went down to the canteen and bought stuff to munch on. came back late for chem, and our chem teacher didn even ask why. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Mr keith tan's lesson was fine, funny at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I was blocking the stairs to the upper deck so this old guy who was standing in the middle of the staircase got quite agitated and kept muttering something in dialect. okay then we got off the bus and walked off in opp. directions. after a while, i somehow bumped into him again and he was staring at me with his cold hard eyes. i wanted to get home asap, so i looked down at my malgudi days book and ignored him. on another day, maybe i'll consider staring back at him, and see what happens after that. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup thats about it. And I may be going to joel's house tml. okay tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-33509443227439378?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/33509443227439378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=33509443227439378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/33509443227439378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/33509443227439378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/09/1-i-scored-my-3rd-goal-in-3-consecutive.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-4293724965279442820</id><published>2008-09-05T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:58:47.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks to you, i finally found a good way to memorise the amphoteric oxides.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, the amphoteric oxides are lead, zinc, and aluminium, and they can react with both acids and alkalis to form salts.(oh gosh i hope im right.) right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my problem is, i keep forgetting that barium isnt an amphoteric oxide, over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i seeked professional help! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend advised me:&lt;br /&gt;'L' for Lead&lt;br /&gt;'Z' for Zinc&lt;br /&gt;'A' for Aluminium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember 'LAZ-Y' from the word (Lazy), with the 'y' inserted to make things easier. I thought it was pretty smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why remember LAZ-Y when u can remember LAZY. yeah? Without the hyphen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i asked if i was an amphoteric oxide as well, since my name started with a 'Y'. This way all i needed to remember was a simple 'lazy'. Lol haha. Problem solved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yup thats all. I feel quite accomplished today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-4293724965279442820?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/4293724965279442820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=4293724965279442820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/4293724965279442820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/4293724965279442820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/09/thanks-to-you-i-finally-found-good-way.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-6535221548897755846</id><published>2008-09-03T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:31:16.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I almost forgot to mention my new tuition teacher, who has the same surname as me. All right yeah. My previous teacher had to make the first trip back home to renew his work permit or something so he very kindly saved me and my grandma the trouble and found a great replacement for us (so far), which so happens to be his roommate. My grandma commented that the both of them look very boy-ish, and very friendly. My new teacher even brought his cert along to um, certify that he had a degree in teaching and was no from-the-ulu-kampong-village kind of teacher. Cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first lesson, which was yesterday, I showed him, or rather, he showed me, what he was capable of, such as explaining things right down to the finest detail, impressing me at the same time, his passion in teaching, his calm collected-ness (?) and speaking super fast. Really fasst. So he asked me if i wanted him to speak a little slower but i said i was okay. He also occasionally arches his back and looks up at me, while i look down at him, but hey, i thought he was the teacher? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not saying its wrong, its just... a little awkward from a student's point of view dont u think? And his glasses are round. A perfect circle. i think. which he sometimes sets on the table and then goes on to squint at the small tiny words on the answer sheet. after that he'll put them on again and smile. and. who tucks in his shirt on a hot summer's day in singapore? ha okay i know, my teacher's crazy. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for my teacher. Next lesson on tue and he left me with quite a bit to complete. he also happened to kidnap the answer sheet so people like me cant 'refer' to it. Yeah. okay bye. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-6535221548897755846?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/6535221548897755846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=6535221548897755846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6535221548897755846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6535221548897755846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-almost-forgot-to-mention-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-6424771934837554846</id><published>2008-09-01T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:42:17.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. I havent posted in a while, have i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's quite a lot that happened over the past few days, and I don't know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;- Met up with 6i people- yuan ming, shane, oswald, tingwei, binglin, marc teow, guoxin, parry and thuan seng at ny. Of the lot, yuan ming has definitely changed/evolved/transformed the most, parry had to remind me that the person I mistook to be an ordinary stranger was him. And he's like 180+ now. Everyone say 'oooh'. I look up to him in both ways- as a friend and literally. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang lao shi was there, and the first thing she said when saw me was 'eh ban zhang!' Haha. She still remembers. Then i found out that my friends had taken a group shot together, while I was roaming in the canteen. Ahh. But its odd to get everyone together again and retake, so i bluetooth-ed it over to my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw ms alice chong too, and she was delighted to see us. She gave each of us a chocolate chip cookie, cold but yea it warmed our hearts nevertheless =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times. I miss the laughter, the friendship, the 'teachership', and the getting lost parts too. Really proud to have graduated from ny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SLwsAz4twkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/7feI-YStol8/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SLwsAz4twkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/7feI-YStol8/s200/DSC00027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241112458792124994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't comment on Clone Wars. Parry claims he didnt fall asleep, but i knew he did. He was so much more alive after that, after some quality resting time. Pigpigpig.&lt;br /&gt;Guoxin ran off to join someone. I think. Ahemahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They crashed parry's house after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;- Joined mum for a simple and enjoyable merengue dance with the intellectually disabled, roughly 20 of them were seen jumping and applauding with delight when the group of us, around 20 as well, stepped in. And yah i was wearing my specs, they jumped. I was a little apprehensive at first, but as time went by i realised sheepishly there was really nothing to be afraid of and relaxed. Found out that my mum is a really imba teacher. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step-by-step we went, and step-by-step they followed. First without music, then when most of them were able to get it, we brought in the radio. There was this guy who had a really good sense of rhythm and was counting really loudly, then he did not realise that we stopped the radio, changed track and started again, so he was counting '5,6,7!' when we were like at 1,2,3. But nvm, we all make mistakes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty debbie brought her dogs there, and they're both cute and adorable. Um no they're not intellectually disabled. She told us that her dogs have a part-time career in modelling. Yup no kidding. When u shine yr camera at them, their ears will automatically shoot up. You move yr camera away, their ears relax. Its damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SLwvxtEooPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gkB4Q_dZeCo/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SLwvxtEooPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gkB4Q_dZeCo/s200/DSC00031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241116597311545586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's Trouble. Oh man if this was trouble i'd gladly involve myself in it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SLwwv8SWebI/AAAAAAAAAXU/RGegh8JgBDU/s1600-h/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SLwwv8SWebI/AAAAAAAAAXU/RGegh8JgBDU/s200/DSC00039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241117666547497394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;- Liverpool drew Aston Villa. &gt; &lt; nil-nil somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thats about it. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-6424771934837554846?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/6424771934837554846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=6424771934837554846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6424771934837554846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6424771934837554846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/09/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SLwsAz4twkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/7feI-YStol8/s72-c/DSC00027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-203024954682754321</id><published>2008-08-27T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:28:33.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great, its been 10 days, locker 9 is going to doubly triply quadraply stink, i just had to leave my swimming stuff inside again. oh dear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pity all the contents inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bubble wrap&lt;br /&gt;2) Beaurhys' shoebag&lt;br /&gt;3) Some cny decos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. cant remember the rest. checking tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and poor ms fiona ho. she got bullied again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-203024954682754321?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/203024954682754321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=203024954682754321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/203024954682754321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/203024954682754321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-its-been-10-days-locker-9-is.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-5403366233963095141</id><published>2008-08-25T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:46:56.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SLLh65KV3xI/AAAAAAAAAW8/IaaAbytNY-I/s1600-h/Hi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SLLh65KV3xI/AAAAAAAAAW8/IaaAbytNY-I/s200/Hi.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238497718478167826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-5403366233963095141?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/5403366233963095141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=5403366233963095141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/5403366233963095141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/5403366233963095141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SLLh65KV3xI/AAAAAAAAAW8/IaaAbytNY-I/s72-c/Hi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-671118564121046358</id><published>2008-08-22T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:47:19.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The rain did little to upset my mood today. Our prinicpal declared a holiday thanks to the rugby team for their stellar performance in the rugby championships, they earned this 'grand slam' title for winnning the a, b and c divisions, so he happily gave the whole school a day off. i also find he's getting more humorous with each passing day. anyway, my time was well spent today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay first of all, watched qian bu gou yong today, with a couple of the guys- beaurhys, benjamin and ryan. Omg it was so sad, people were sniffing and crying and wailing throughout. i thought the part where the eldest son abandoned the granny at the old folks home and the brief moment where the granny ate her lunch in the toilet were the most touching. oh man im going to make it a point to grab the cd when its released. its so much better than the previous singapore raintree movie, which was ah yes, the leap years. haha i was laughing like mad when the people threw all the ERP things into the water, like effortlessly, which made it all the more funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played a couple of games at the arcade. i managed to please 7 customers on crazy taxi, and got a well-deserved rank C for that. i remember going up to 11 some years back, so hope i can eclipse that record soon. we're supposed to improve as we grow older right. gahh some old saying i heard at a pasarmalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah speaking of eclipse, im almost done with twilight. looking forward to the new moon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the evening, i went for the scarlet theatre arts drama. i was kinda lost as to what was going on in the opening few mins, but it was very nice and particularly liked, 'acne spots popping all over my face, i could practially swim in all that pus!' haha that was funny sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nyps fren and i were slightly late, about 2-3 mins after the doors were shut, so we got chased to the upper level where it was rather creepy. he and i made for the seats at the far end and made ourselves comfortable. i kept making worried glances at the doors every now and then for some weird reason. i think im going siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as usual, met some familiar faces! more this time. i can safely assume theatre arts is pretty popular among the student pop, saw quite a number of my 6i-classmates there. including oswald. LOL. you know buddy, im truly surprised to have seen you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupyup. okay someone wants me to sleep now. i gotta go. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-671118564121046358?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/671118564121046358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=671118564121046358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/671118564121046358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/671118564121046358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/08/rain-did-little-to-upset-my-mood-today.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-7790352508258728007</id><published>2008-08-21T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:47:58.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SK24V6kV83I/AAAAAAAAAW0/fo4xJ622c58/s1600-h/happy-face_happyface_smiley_800x800.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SK24V6kV83I/AAAAAAAAAW0/fo4xJ622c58/s200/happy-face_happyface_smiley_800x800.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237044628340208498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-7790352508258728007?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/7790352508258728007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=7790352508258728007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/7790352508258728007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/7790352508258728007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SK24V6kV83I/AAAAAAAAAW0/fo4xJ622c58/s72-c/happy-face_happyface_smiley_800x800.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-7001598905786187470</id><published>2008-08-19T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:38:21.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm. There seems to be something lurking in my closet. You see, whenever i shut it, it makes this eerie creaking sound 3-4 seconds later, as if something inside wants out. Silly i know for me to be thinking like that. Its most likely my mind playing tricks on me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sore throat im having is like a permanent lump of phlegm and saliva whatever its made of stuck in the middle of my throat. Its kinda annoying, having to clear my throat in class every now and then. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And poor Liu Xiang. Thats 4 years of hard work n perseverance down the drain owww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok uh. bye thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-7001598905786187470?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/7001598905786187470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=7001598905786187470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/7001598905786187470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/7001598905786187470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/08/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-1360818389315138472</id><published>2008-08-17T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T09:36:21.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good job Singapore tbt team! An Olympic Silver medal. You have done us proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-1360818389315138472?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/1360818389315138472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=1360818389315138472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/1360818389315138472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/1360818389315138472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-job-singapore-tbt-team-olympic.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-1218806552359637161</id><published>2008-08-14T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:23:23.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>McDonalds strawberry milkshake tastes good. VERY good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-1218806552359637161?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/1218806552359637161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=1218806552359637161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/1218806552359637161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/1218806552359637161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/08/mcdonalds-strawberry-milkshake-tastes.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-5766190172640331342</id><published>2008-08-13T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T11:05:26.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright today Mr Mike gave us his handphone number, i think he plans to add more friends on his facebook account or something, he wrote his 8digit-hp number on the board with that classic goofy look on his face, and then he went on to underline the number in 2 long streaks of black. Im quite honoured to have him as the 4th member of my contacts list. (grrr. from now on i shall not test whether phones are waterproof &gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent got anything much to say, except that we had swimming for pe and manh hoang and i were shoo-ins for Group D. About 6 to 7 classes were split into Group A- Group D, with Group D containing the people who swim at an alarmingly slow pace, or those who attempt to dogpaddle their way from one end of the swimming pool to the other, and fail. Including me haha. I told manh hoang, 'you know i seriously think they should give me a membership card for being so loyal to group d.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then manh hoang said, 'lets push all the water in the drain so that we don't have to swim!' in that funny vietnamese accent of his. He made it sound quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, it wasnt as packed as last year, i was wondering where all the so-called 'fakers' have gone to. These people love coming to Group D, its the slackest and least tiring and the most enjoyable as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok and i just remembered i left my towel in locker no.9. argh its going to stink the entire thing.&lt;br /&gt;rightey bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-5766190172640331342?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/5766190172640331342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=5766190172640331342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/5766190172640331342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/5766190172640331342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/08/alright-today-mr-mike-gave-us-his.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-8633131929160282847</id><published>2008-08-10T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T11:22:18.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday singapore! (i think im one day late.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had &lt;em&gt;quite &lt;/em&gt;an eventful national day. To kick off, i had tuition in the morning, my chi teacher was emphasising the importance of using the dictionary n stating i need more work on my yi lun wen. He was also v pleased with the zuo wen i did and he said that narratives are my 'zui na shou de' LoL. but okay, tuitions and praises aside, after lunch, which was 3 pieces of yummy prata ( yes i gobbled it all up in 5 mins ), my family and i went for a photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, It was surprisingly enjoyable, i had expected it to be like one of those ordinary snap-snaps here n there. but i gotta admit it was 2 hrs of pure fun and entertainment. First we were treated to a quick uh, touching up by the hairdressers, who applied adhesive glue onto our hair. my hair was so sticky la, my hand almost stuck onto my head once or twice. okay our mum took a much longer time than us, so we asked the kind lady why. She said, 'oh its the makeup. just a sec we're almost done.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, then we were brought into cool rooms, with lotsa stuff. Props. Like what they have in the movies. Hm so yeah. Snap-snap. You know, since some people say a picture speaks a 1000 words, i'll leave the picts to do the talking. Er. Don't laugh please. (should i post these on fb?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to remove our specs. reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232944317906788546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SJ8nIb47oMI/AAAAAAAAAWE/XQ0-XgnMJVA/s200/IMG_0915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232944330993717714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SJ8nJMpGUdI/AAAAAAAAAWU/QUjKsa0VxHA/s200/IMG_0914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232949381029144418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SJ8rvJfXp2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/n7cNz-T9iVY/s200/IMG_0909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232949367646198274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SJ8ruXooGgI/AAAAAAAAAWc/IEnkq0PEuME/s200/IMG_0937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232949376311342818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SJ8ru36jtuI/AAAAAAAAAWk/irNjkQ2V7-A/s200/IMG_0934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahem ahem. So after we left the place, my parents wanted to have their lunch so in we followed to this restaurant which serves a traditional indonesian dish called ayam penyet, means flattened chicken. There were tons of scrumptious crispy bits all over the plate. Then we went to thomson plaza to get a new &lt;strong&gt;phone (w960i baby)&lt;/strong&gt; and a new pair of specs. The optician said the degree of my left eye increased by 25. ;(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At around 7, i reached david's house to have dinner and to catch the fireworks! his house was at tiong bahru so we could easily see the fireworks from the balcony. Played a bit of games and watched calefare before leaving. you know, calefare is superbly funny. i love every cast member, esp the awesome indian actor. everything he said brought a big smile on my face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched the mummy at tiong bahru plaza- another action-packed and wonderfully humorous show. The cinema was uncommonly packed with lots of people. i assume they too must have been basking in the national day fever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the movie ended, we headed home. Flicked on the tv and watched man city beat ac milan 1-0 and arsenal score a 4th min opener against sevilla before i fell asleep on the couch. aaand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;forgot to brush my teeth. &gt;&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-8633131929160282847?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/8633131929160282847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=8633131929160282847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8633131929160282847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8633131929160282847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-singapore-i-think-im-one.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SJ8nIb47oMI/AAAAAAAAAWE/XQ0-XgnMJVA/s72-c/IMG_0915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-5530029218754517797</id><published>2008-08-07T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:05:05.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay tomorrow's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; national day's celebration&lt;/span&gt;, and and the teachers in charge of this event have so painstakingly arranged and marked out the map of singapore on the astroturf, with a number 43 dead smack in the middle in recognition of Singapore's 43rd year of independence. So of course they were being really protective of their work n all, saying its 'strictly out of bounds'. Hm. Not only does it deprive people like me from running on the beautiful green grass (fake though) and the proud feeling of guarding real-sized goalposts, its also a totally imba eyesore. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're supposed to be holding hands round this piece of art at 0800 hours tomorrow, while singing the new ndp08 hit 'Shine for Singapore.' I'm going to try to make sure i get a snap of it tomorrow, if teachers like xxx and zzz dont give me that 'get your a*s back there or else' meanie look that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least school ends at a wonderfully great early time tomorrow, so i cant wait to chiong back home n catch up on mah sleep. Today i wasnt so lucky and got caught by mr keith tan. I was playing the good guai kid standing attentively during morn assembly- albeit doing it with my eyes shut, while devotion was being carried out. I was repeatedly telling myself 'rmb where you are dont forget dont fall asleep' abt 100x then suddenly he came along and asked, 'Are you praying or sleeping?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him i was praying but he didn believe haaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-5530029218754517797?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/5530029218754517797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=5530029218754517797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/5530029218754517797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/5530029218754517797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-tomorrows-national-days.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-2084357657253214268</id><published>2008-08-05T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:36:51.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally decided to reformat the half-dying/ half-dead tablet pc at home. Looks like things turned out well. The days of lag are finally over, but the reformatting erased my account so its quite troublesome having to borrow hemanth's account for the sake of using the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr mike is going through question 6 of binomial theorem revision now while im furiously typing awayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thats all im still hungry bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-2084357657253214268?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/2084357657253214268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=2084357657253214268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/2084357657253214268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/2084357657253214268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-finally-decided-to-reformat-half.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-1694705825351302429</id><published>2008-08-05T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:37:08.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Limelight at the esplanade baby. Saw lots of old faces from ny, new faces and a couple of band people- weng fong, joel, kaixiang and shengyuan etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes 2 trips in 4 days to the esplanade, which would well have been 3 had i the time to support zhibin and his piano concert on sunday. Sorry buddy, and thanks for taking time off yr hectic schedule and making the exhausting trip to the esplanade, even though a chem test was looming just 12 hrs away. I'll gladly help you in any way i can but its just not possible for me to run/fly to your scl and back- im at least decent enough in chem, results have been poor lately, but its gradually improving! And you were so quiet and shy in winston's car. ^^ next time we meet, we catch the DarkKnight. Set? You must be. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laptop. is. lost. this is sucky. i still cant believe such a thing has happened. whoever you are, i know you wont be reading this, but please do the right thing. or i'll forever be haunted by the fact that i lost the laptop in a school. and it wasnt any ordinary school, it was my school acsi. my mind was all over the place today thanks to you. dont let it happen again? pls give me the chance to bring good news home. regards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-1694705825351302429?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/1694705825351302429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=1694705825351302429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/1694705825351302429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/1694705825351302429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/08/limelight-at-esplanade-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-8407158965641437974</id><published>2008-08-04T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T10:34:43.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKay hi everyone pardon me if spelling errors start appearing all over the place cos im going to run through waht has happened in these 2 -3 days really quickly. like, snapsnap. ive got heaps of stuff to clear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so sat was FOA. It was an awesome experience for me and most importantly, the junior band as it was their first tme playin infront of a life auduience, for the majority of them. I made hundreds of unobvious mistakes and blew a couple of out of tune notes but i thouroughly enojoyed myself in the 2nd half. dr lee was being his usual silly self, doing those hilarious hand n body actions when doraemon was being played. then we surprised ronald lai, who was a member of the audience, when we summoned him up on stage to play the rhapsody in blue ckarinet soolo. Coincidentally, he was dressed in a blue shirt then someone from upstairs yelled 'ronald in blue' =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then grease was even crazier. i forgot what we did but time flew so fast that i found myself playing the final notes of the piece much quicker than expected. While pple were shouting for a second encore to be played. the clarinets and flutes started playing this funky tune, then alex oon the french horn joined in and we all loked at him. 0.0 how does the guy alwasy know the right notes to play? etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the encores chants suddenly turned to predominan 'amos' chants as the whole band cheered on amos to kickstart his solo for teh second encore. he eventually got going but we quickly lost tempo in the 3rd bar. dr lee strode out and shook his heasd repeatedly with a half-smile? on his face b4 conducting blue shades bars 284- 400++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the band and I were ery nervous in the 1st half, it was a kinda below par a performance and we could have perhaps done much better had we calmed n relaxed right form the start. after all. its suppsoedly dr lee's ;last concert with our band and we wanted to do our utmost best to give him a good farewell n make him proud  n stuff. Judging from the huge grin on his face at the party after the concert, i think, think- it was a job well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, the nband bought him a cake and he deciede to share it with the whole band. nice person he is. and yes before i forget the oter day, a day b4 thre concert he was lecturing us for not having the right heart n attitiude towards band for close to 45 mins, mroeover he cancelled practice. Then he still kept his pro,mise and ordered pizza for the whole band. Gosh we really owe him too much. Each and every one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with every concert, there will always be the familar faces around! once again i would like to thank dillon, and all the acjc people for supposting. thx jia ying for 'the scores.' Also the ny peeps!- you know who you are. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan for the hersheys chocos (tyvm ryan CHIA.) =]&lt;br /&gt;kq for the great gift xD&lt;br /&gt;chongmin for the imba strawberry choco marshmallows ( whos no longer a member of kampong ebuddy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like tmls events will be penned down on another day. Right bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-8407158965641437974?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/8407158965641437974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=8407158965641437974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8407158965641437974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8407158965641437974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-hi-everyone-pardon-me-if-spelling.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-1648841499118888297</id><published>2008-07-31T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:17:47.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229242459110371538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SJIAT5Op8NI/AAAAAAAAAVM/rNLwaE5YSbs/s200/Liverpool+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SJIBj8BDmdI/AAAAAAAAAVk/146lS8cQwg4/s1600-h/Jamie+Carragher+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229243834248174034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SJIBj8BDmdI/AAAAAAAAAVk/146lS8cQwg4/s200/Jamie+Carragher+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SJIBkL8-_zI/AAAAAAAAAVs/fQXU9-v2Dsk/s1600-h/Daniel+Agger+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229243838526062386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SJIBkL8-_zI/AAAAAAAAAVs/fQXU9-v2Dsk/s200/Daniel+Agger+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SJIBkA8lb_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/KQU1SjoNtQo/s1600-h/Dirk+Kuyt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229243835571597298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SJIBkA8lb_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/KQU1SjoNtQo/s200/Dirk+Kuyt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SJIBkcKtciI/AAAAAAAAAV8/jkyNjKWBckE/s1600-h/Jermain+Pennant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229243842878599714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SJIBkcKtciI/AAAAAAAAAV8/jkyNjKWBckE/s200/Jermain+Pennant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SJIAUC6ntDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/s84UI3MbLco/s1600-h/Fernarndo+Torres+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229242461710693426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SJIAUC6ntDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/s84UI3MbLco/s200/Fernarndo+Torres+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SJIAUZhK5EI/AAAAAAAAAVc/2fF_2QhU_Jc/s1600-h/Steven+Gerrard+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229242467777963074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SJIAUZhK5EI/AAAAAAAAAVc/2fF_2QhU_Jc/s200/Steven+Gerrard+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise, but i am utterly, sincerly, in love and OBSESSED with liverpool. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-1648841499118888297?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/1648841499118888297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=1648841499118888297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/1648841499118888297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/1648841499118888297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-apologise-but-i-am-utterly-sincerly.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SJIAT5Op8NI/AAAAAAAAAVM/rNLwaE5YSbs/s72-c/Liverpool+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-8226484078697693085</id><published>2008-07-31T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T01:41:27.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. My nose is running and i've used up close to half a box of 'Facial Tissue- Mood' tissues and im tired. Sniff. So bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-8226484078697693085?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/8226484078697693085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=8226484078697693085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8226484078697693085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8226484078697693085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-5959825055874173994</id><published>2008-07-28T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:30:47.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Singapore selections v.s. Brazil Olympic Team: 0-3!! Saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ronaldinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anderson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lucas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pato&lt;/span&gt; and more more more. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry forgive me for being so disloyal to my country, dont get me wrong i love n adore Singapore for its good food, weather etc. etc, but uh this is Brazil we're talking about here- can you tell me how often do u get to see Brazil play a match in your very own National Stadium? U can chop off 9 of your fingers and still have enough remaining to tell me and everyone else the correct answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, u guessed it, I watched the match, live, at National Stadium. Me mum actually managed to get hold of 2 of the $15 tix for me and my brother. O yeah. Then she got 2 more tickets for my father and his friend. That's (60+60+15+15) 140 bucks! Hm. We must repay her someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the 4 of us finally made our way to the top, brushing past hundreds of people in the process, i took a deep breath and felt simply ecstatic to be able to catch the brazillian soccer superstars with their breathtaking tricks and flicks and the hopeful but very very anxious singapore team in 90 mins of entertainment. And in no way did the match disappoint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first half Brazil were stroking the ball around like nobody's business and were amazingly, fantastically bravo. With incredible awareness, a backheel from Ronaldinho set up Diego perfectly and without hesitation, he whacked it out of reach of helpless Singapore custodian Lionel Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, to Singapore's frustration, after Ronaldinho controlled the ball with his foot, put it across the line. Lewis did a good initial save to parry, i think Pato's effort which then landed nicely for Brazil's no.10 to put Brazil 2 up. Vry funny we all laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half time came, players were subbed on both sides, the reserves warmed up on the pitch and my mouth was dry, very dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applause for Singapore here. They really took the match to Brazil in the 2nd half. They roared into life and forced Brazil keeper to make some really important saves. Hassan Sunny came on Lewis and also equally impresses, and was about 7 mins away from keeping a clean sheet when substitute Jo scored. Daniel Bennett and maybe Fahrudin and Wilkinson did more than enough to make Singapore proud. But not that Khairul Amri. He kept missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when it was about to end, a Brazilian defender got sent off. Alright! Drama mama sia. My father's friend said that the referee officiating the match was one of the most 'kelong' in singapore. I think i agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the fans, applauded every move. We, the fans loved every bit of it. Yeah come back soon people. And bring Kaka along with you next time. Lol =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-5959825055874173994?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/5959825055874173994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=5959825055874173994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/5959825055874173994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/5959825055874173994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/07/singapore-selections-v.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-2288795821097159042</id><published>2008-07-26T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T00:11:07.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Janan said, earlier, in a prayer,' If it is your will, God, then we will get what we desire.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its okay, guys. I know it hurts real bad, to know that despite all the practices, the countless sectionals, the weekly tutorials, the trials and tribulations, the highs the lows the ups the downs, the laughs we shared, the new friendships made, despite coming so far, being the only sec school band in the division, against all odds, we've come up short at the final hurdle. You must agree, 2nd place is definitely more than what we expected to achieve a couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its alright. Its still an amazing 4k for the band. And for acjc as well. A nice good dinner at the kopitiam is just as rewarding. Come on, let's pull ourselves together, let's pick ourselves up and move on, let's strive to give dr lee a good farewell concert, let's make him proud to be our conductor, before he moves on, to greener pastures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-2288795821097159042?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/2288795821097159042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=2288795821097159042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/2288795821097159042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/2288795821097159042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/07/janan-said-earlier-in-prayer-if-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-1318050870925279063</id><published>2008-07-26T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:28:12.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still remember what our dear c maths teach mr keith tan said, to our dear classmate Sai Anand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai was busy chatting away to uh no one in particular with that china-shattering, high-pitched voice of his, and most likely, during that brief period of time, annoying the daylights out of mr tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he turned to look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You see my fist? (raises a fist) 'That's the size of your brain.' He goes on to raise his left hand, some distance apart from his right hand, as if holding an invisible soccer ball.&lt;br /&gt;He says, 'You see my two fists?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's the size of your mouth.' Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday we met mr tharman shanmugaratnam (omg is this correct?) at this financial literacy event called 'Dollar$ and $en$e' at the frontier. Lots of old people were there, but something tells me they came because they heard about the free lunch, not because they were interested in learning more on money planning.  Met brandon and some china dude at the boon lay mrt station before making our way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught some nice-looking bottles on display so i played the game and had to answer a question to win the bottle. Expecting something really really hard, i scratched my head in anxiety, then they flipped the card and read out, 'How many pencils can u buy with 20cents, if a pencil costs 5cents each?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.___________. nothing to say. except that i got what i wanted. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-1318050870925279063?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/1318050870925279063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=1318050870925279063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/1318050870925279063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/1318050870925279063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-still-remember-what-our-dear-c-maths.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-7933449389762976566</id><published>2008-07-25T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:28:57.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Onwards people! May the trophy be ours. We can DO THIS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-7933449389762976566?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/7933449389762976566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=7933449389762976566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/7933449389762976566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/7933449389762976566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/07/onwards-people-may-trophy-be-ours.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-2515249963112443600</id><published>2008-07-24T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T18:26:31.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all. We had a new classmate on monday. This classmate of ours doesn't speak english, or any language familiar to the human ear and as a result, asking for 'his' name was harder than expected. So we assumed that the newcomer was a 'he', after all acs is a boys school and the deep growls and barks he made and failure to make proper conversation resulting in more deep barks and growls made us pretty certain he was the male of his kind. Quite unexpected really, neither we nor our teachers were expecting him. Oh. And this is what he did to everyone who came too close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226750233413616242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SIklpRBPAnI/AAAAAAAAAU8/g_sw9ZIMNy0/s200/DSC02183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rahhh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahahaha. Including the chem teacher, but instead of screaming, ms chua smiled. Hmm funny funny weird weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday was SIBF. I'll get straight to the point. We got GOLD! Oh joy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As Jasper would aptly put it, 'Nicee one!' Yeah we are through to the finals, along with 3 other bands, Maris Stella Alumni Band, some Hong Kong Tom Lee Band and some Thai Band i think, who got a silver each. Justin was saying that we have to win it now that we've come so far and so close. Our final showcase will be at Esplanade, and i shall not miss any more notes. :]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acjc, on the other hand, finished 5th or 6th and just missed out on the top 4 slots. We prepared the exact same song as acjc did for the final piece and jia ying played the 'sakura' part so much better than i did, but we were the ones who advanced to the next round. Were we that good? Huh really ah? Gold leh. We were still asking each other the same question on the ride back at home. That was like at 11:15! So late late late. Then we were not given 'a day off' at school to our dismay. So here i am, giving myself a good, well-deserved break. Hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay i better be off to school now. ~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226756440696124402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SIkrSk8tc_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/TSGWryqowww/s200/DSC02195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-2515249963112443600?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/2515249963112443600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=2515249963112443600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/2515249963112443600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/2515249963112443600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-all.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SIklpRBPAnI/AAAAAAAAAU8/g_sw9ZIMNy0/s72-c/DSC02183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-507746194293348940</id><published>2008-07-20T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T10:50:02.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a fun day today. Hardly any work done. Sold some tickets with milton, joel and ah phat/fart (ben thio), and claimed some cas hours in the process. o yeah. then we had a kickabout at the astroturf. This 6 yr old malay kid scored 5 against me. Then amos tan rolled 2 more in. And count in those 5 shots that were conceded earlier in a penalty shootout, and we have 12. Tio own sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, after a scrumptious lunch, =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my way to singapore conference hall to watch symphony mg08. Dumbells choir was funky. I vow to find out how dumbells produce such melodious tunes and how to play them. And at the end of the concert, i saw amos tan AGAIN. and prateesh and hisyam and shaun ng and victor yaooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-507746194293348940?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/507746194293348940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=507746194293348940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/507746194293348940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/507746194293348940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-was-fun-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-7078771163605420050</id><published>2008-07-18T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:48:41.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When u hold a gift in your hand, will u treasure it with all your heart? Or will it simply capture 5 mins of your attention before being thrown aside, neglected and forgotten?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Lee is back. (with a vengeance?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was BOB day. Nono it isnt the day where everyone starts running around in a big yellow helmet and suspenders and starts chanting bob the builder bob the builder until their throats run dry. Lol. Its the Battle of the Bands! And i srsly regret not going! Ended up sleeping like a gigantic walrus when i could have spent my time enjoying a great concert that comes only once a year. To rub more salt in, there were a couple of people there that i have not seen in ages and missed the chance to catch up on things. Why did i choose to leave school today, or yesterday, depending on how the heading of this post decides to set itself. U know, im gonna KILL myself. &lt;slashes&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ive nothing much to post about today. Yeah. Shall end here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-7078771163605420050?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/7078771163605420050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=7078771163605420050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/7078771163605420050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/7078771163605420050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/07/dr-lee-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-5975120699341890253</id><published>2008-07-17T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:59:25.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We're survivors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We made it through the storm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When i needed shelter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found it in your arms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOA is round the corner. Omg. Everyone, or so i think, is bucking up and really focusing during sectionals. I mean, come on, if even people like louis (er my own junior) is showing signs of improvement, everyone should have no problem playing the pieces yes? He can finally string like 4 crotchet notes above middle c neatly together without any cracking or squeaky sounds. Woohoo. My hard work =], nah jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIBF too. Stands for Singapore Band International Festival. We're supposedly going in as the underdogs, fighting against players at least 3 yrs older than us, which isnt going to be easy, but but we'll give it our all i'm sure we will. there's a cash reward of something something i'm not sure exactly, if im not wrong i think its about $4000. $$$ yeah GOLD. $$$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-5975120699341890253?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/5975120699341890253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=5975120699341890253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/5975120699341890253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/5975120699341890253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/07/were-survivors-we-made-it-through-storm.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-3652818684051859290</id><published>2008-07-15T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:59:04.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOU. You Chinese pro, can u please come forth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need u to check my o- level listening compre answers. And i better hear a 20/20 coming from you cos, I cant afford to lose any more marks here man, after breaking the world record for the number of stammers in a 6 min conversation for the o- level oral. Haha it had to be me. If i had a choice, I wouldn't want this kind of fame. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a ___ day. (I can't think of an adjective?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I lugged my 10,000 kilo laptop to school today as mr keith tan wanted us with our laptops at the ready during his lesson, but then there was o-level lc so his lesson was cancelled. Oww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Beaurhys threw one of my test tubes three storeys down, luckily it was during curriculum time so no poor dude got hit. Okayokay it wasnt mine in the first place but still. I grabbed 3 from the chem lab after chem lesson, gave one to rajat. Sigh. One left. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that one just went missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Beaurhys grabbed Ben's spoon and dunked a wallop of rice in to my chin choow. Omg it was dam disgusting la, the rice was floating everywhere. Like u drink 1 piece of jelly, 3 grains of rice follows it up the straw. Oh yucks. But after controlling his laughter, he pulled out 60cents and told me to get another cup of chin chow for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I had the chance to run off with a free $3 chicken fried rice meal today, the aunty at the indian stall forgot to collect the cash so I walked away with the steaming hot dish in hand, feeling all funny inside. So after my meal, I returned to the stall and handed her the $3. =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I fell asleep in the library trying to make some progress in my chem coursework. Then i had to be woken up by the library volunteers and with a quick glance around the room, I realised I was the last one and the only light shining, was coming from the sun. Ahh dam paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Okay now gotta make some&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;real progress on chem coursework, starting from the cover page. o wells. Byebyeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.S. i want ans to o-level lc k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223285743284421554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SHzWtZjUg7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/e-9wymTaPbE/s200/DSC02158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hahaha. Gotcha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-3652818684051859290?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/3652818684051859290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=3652818684051859290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/3652818684051859290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/3652818684051859290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/07/you.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SHzWtZjUg7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/e-9wymTaPbE/s72-c/DSC02158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-4127018112887833102</id><published>2008-07-12T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T19:08:17.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks jingen. Last night i heard the exact same song on a spanish salsa cd. And discovered that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The argentinians speak spanish! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to post about, i think i might be losing my a post a day attitude, but still, i'll post whenever im not thinking of food. Yumyum. Oh don't even get me started on Mogumogu =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel whipped out a fine sexy little thing called the alto recorder yesterday, and Merrill and i were honoured to be one of the first to set our sights on it. Im going to get myself one too. I asked the price, he told me it costs $45. Hah. Compare it to the recorder i got in Japan. And it was a coloured recorder, not those ordinary bland beigey ones. It was around 390 yen. Thats like $3 something in sing bucks. Cheap yea, but im sure there are cheaper recorders around here, somewhere. Okay, i've arrived at a conclusion. Yamaha overprice their goods. Bad Yamaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just flipping and toying with the dictionary the other day in search of the longest word in the universe. Saw some cool words like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Razzmatazz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first sight, it appears as if its a type of dance. Okay la i dont know about you, but thats what i thought it was. Its actually 'showiness, glamorous or extravagant show.' Heh. Quite close right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Lepidopterology!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Took me two attempts to write it correctly, even with the dictionary by my side. I must be dyslexic (is that how u spell it?) or something. Anyway, quite incredibly, it is the study of butterflies and moths. I gave up long long ago trying to think of something smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Indian corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corn made from India! was the first thing that came to mind. But once again, its not right. Its maize. Indian&lt;strong&gt; corn &lt;/strong&gt;is &lt;strong&gt;maize.&lt;/strong&gt; Hmmmm. Tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yawns) Rightey. The search for the longest word will go on. For now, im tossing the dictionary aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. Off to do some chemistry (oh crap)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-4127018112887833102?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/4127018112887833102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=4127018112887833102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/4127018112887833102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/4127018112887833102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/07/thanks-jingen.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-4798130365868887216</id><published>2008-07-11T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:04:13.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Volare oh oh! Cantare oh oh oh. Nel blu dipinto di blu. Felice di stare lessu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh its in argentinian btw. A group of guys representing argentina in my school performed a song in argentinian for their parade of nations item. I was definitely not surprised that they won the whole thing. I mean, come on, they were the outright winners. In my humble opinion, i feel that no other country offered a real challenge, although i particularly enjoyed USA's Spelling Bee Competition too. 'Im in the zone man!' says Billy Clin-Tong (steals a move off teenage popstar Hannah Montana, does the hand wavy thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now im gonna play some catchup and update everyone on what has happened over the past few days. We had this IP symposium on the United Model Nations Conference from Friday all the way to Friday. A week. Excluding the weekends and youth day of course. Before this, we were all grouped into committees and countries. I got the environmental committee and Tajikistan. And omg i still dont know where it is on the map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we were supposed to complete the 'resolutions' for our countries and hand them in next tue. The people in charge would then choose a couple of them to be debated on later. I actually spent my weekends chionging the darn thing, then only to realise it didn get chosen. Crap lah wasted my time. o wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed and thu was spent debating on certain problems the world is currently facing, such as the situation of food and biofuels, combating land degradation blahblah. I made a dumb move of withdrawing myself as a co-sponsor of Singapore's resolution, seconds before the Chair announced that Singapore's resolution had passed. Received a note from Panama, which said something like, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'U joke!'&lt;/span&gt; =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-level oral was on thursday. Am i so glad and relieved its over and done with! Now that ive completed like 1/3 of the o-level exam, its time to kick back and relax the next few days. Oh my goodness it was dam traumatising. It was held in a freezing audi called audi 1 and we sat according to our group no. Mine was 198D i think, where two angry (and hungry?) looking examiners awaited me. I was freezing all over, and I had the feeling that it wasnt entirely because of the cold. So while I was all jittery and nervous and cold, Amos was reading a 'Dead Famous' English book, Beaurhys and the China scholars were &lt;strong&gt;sleeping&lt;/strong&gt;. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No snores, however, strangely enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was my turn to embarass myself, the first thing I asked one of the teachers of my school, who was holding a stopwatch in his hand, was 'Can I have some water?' Of course he said no. Then i found out to my horror that the conversation topic was unseen! I tried to remind myself not to panic, and to just concentrate and think about what to say (and what not to say), but my mind refused to cooperate with me in this kinda important part of my life and was yeah, pretty much driving me nuts and peanuts and walnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 6mins of terror + lots of stammering + flicking the sheet of paper in anxiety + forgetting to look at the other examiner + hating myself not to have drank some water before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least its over. In fact, it wasnt too bad an attempt to sound pro. Good job yj!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr dave tay called me up later that day, just to ask whether I was feeling better. I remember complaining to him right after my oral about my nerves and dry throat and spooky examiners. Thanks so much u rock sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to ting bi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-4798130365868887216?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/4798130365868887216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=4798130365868887216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/4798130365868887216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/4798130365868887216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/07/volare-oh-oh-cantare-oh-oh-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-8445036351791124286</id><published>2008-07-09T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T08:40:26.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O-LEVEL ORAL TML!!!! AHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-8445036351791124286?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/8445036351791124286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=8445036351791124286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8445036351791124286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8445036351791124286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-level-oral-tml-ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-9032249254946424348</id><published>2008-07-06T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T02:05:27.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, i try to make it a point to post on the 1st of every month, but as you can see, this latest post is dated what, june the 6th and the post before this, june 30th. In other words, i missed july the 1st. Not that i can help it anyways, my com broke down and i had to endure 120 com-less hours. Stress stress stress. Omg, im so glad those days are over. My com just had to black out on july the 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to hcjc for a concert with daniel han yesterday, july the 5th. 'Inspire' the ticket said.&lt;br /&gt;A few things to remember that night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Lame emcees.&lt;br /&gt;Example: Hcjc dance crew item just ended. it was hip-hop and very upbeat. the male emcee tried to be funny and said,&lt;br /&gt;'that was so hot.. and sweaty! Just... just like a tennis game!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) the whole audience fell in love . It was just what we needed to stay awake. the concert was shifting a little to the boring side and then all of a sudden, 10- 15 little ballet dancers, definitely 5yrs old and below took the stage and won the love of the audience with their cute faces and 'free-for alls'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Watch your language buddy! Stella's story's (a rock band) attempt to end the night with a bang kinda failed. When the 3rd song ended, the lead singer explained to us that the pedal on the bass drum came off, which was why the music sounded like crap. He shook his head, turned to his partner and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'F*ck man.' Haha oops. Then his partner told him that there were like 200 pairs of eyes watching him and he felt dam paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-level chinese is coming. I know im dead, but i'll do my best to stay alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-9032249254946424348?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/9032249254946424348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=9032249254946424348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/9032249254946424348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/9032249254946424348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-know-i-try-to-make-it-point-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-1891000704594432417</id><published>2008-06-30T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:55:43.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Germany LOST. Omg, and it had to be fernando torres of liverpool to score the winner. 1-0 said the scoreline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a joke from mark's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three vampires were on a tree, Vampire A flew away and came back within 10 seconds. His mouth was so full with fresh blood, excess of the blood was dripping from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampire A: 'You see that house?'&lt;br /&gt;Vampire B: 'Ya i saw.'&lt;br /&gt;Vampire C: 'Ya i saw.'&lt;br /&gt;Vampire A: 'I sucked all their blood.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampire B then flew out from the tree, and came back within 5 seconds. His mouth was also full of fresh blood, excess of the blood was dripping from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Vampire B: 'You see that village?'&lt;br /&gt;Vampire A: 'Ya i saw.'&lt;br /&gt;Vampire C: 'Ya i saw.'&lt;br /&gt;Vampire B: 'I sucked all their blood.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampire C then flew out from the tree, and came back within 2 seconds. Blood dripped not only from his mouth too, but was also all over his face.&lt;br /&gt;Vampire C: 'You see that tree?'&lt;br /&gt;Vampire A: 'Ya i saw.'&lt;br /&gt;Vampire B: 'Ya i saw.'&lt;br /&gt;Vampire C: 'I didn't.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hard drive is at stake and hemanth is trying to find/replace it. And we have a cool new adv maths teacher called mr choy. He says his name sounds funny, so he told us to call him by his 'mr mike'. He loves the number 6 too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er. My com broke down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-1891000704594432417?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/1891000704594432417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=1891000704594432417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/1891000704594432417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/1891000704594432417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/06/germany-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-7816368490984131715</id><published>2008-06-29T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T11:10:16.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The battle for supremacy. The Euro2008 finals- Germany vs. Spain, its going to be a nail-biting encounter. Go germany!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217363232967856290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGfMN7U7kKI/AAAAAAAAATc/XQrAZfh7E38/s200/DSC01862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Little kiddies at work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217363238029226498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGfMOOLp8gI/AAAAAAAAATk/ttPaMrj4_3E/s200/DSC01865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;             Parea Wakasa Concert Hall. O yeah managed to take a photo while we were rehearsing LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217363237249575586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGfMOLRxaqI/AAAAAAAAATs/PIZR50pruf0/s200/DSC01872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217363239366724530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGfMOTKii7I/AAAAAAAAAT0/s-8qX4KVA-U/s200/DSC01876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lunch pack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217363240865544018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGfMOYv4t1I/AAAAAAAAAT8/Rt8KreqGHfA/s200/DSC01875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;More lunch packs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217363711045527746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGfMpwTh6MI/AAAAAAAAAUU/_Va0pSqZ-aM/s200/DSC01883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Natasho School in ooi City. They actually took the trouble to design this for us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217363714896299170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGfMp-poBKI/AAAAAAAAAUM/CpGL1D-ySBI/s200/DSC01882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217363710807007586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGfMpvaqYWI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8SfxclVfmRU/s200/DSC01878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGfMqNC6GYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/cuwmRhPtX8I/s1600-h/DSC01880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217363718760438146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGfMqNC6GYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/cuwmRhPtX8I/s200/DSC01880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scenery.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGfMqN_R9XI/AAAAAAAAAUk/DB4vy0U_2NE/s1600-h/DSC01886.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217363719013660018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGfMqN_R9XI/AAAAAAAAAUk/DB4vy0U_2NE/s200/DSC01886.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When it was time to leave, all of them came out and waved goodbye. May we meet sometime, in the near future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217364660864744514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGfNhCqE_EI/AAAAAAAAAUs/p5XZI4MA0b0/s200/DSC01885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep. Thats it. Gahh im in a hurry. Match is about to begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-7816368490984131715?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/7816368490984131715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=7816368490984131715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/7816368490984131715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/7816368490984131715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/06/battle-for-supremacy.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGfMN7U7kKI/AAAAAAAAATc/XQrAZfh7E38/s72-c/DSC01862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-4001452754695054227</id><published>2008-06-28T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T21:37:48.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the day after next i meant, busybusy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-4001452754695054227?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/4001452754695054227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=4001452754695054227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/4001452754695054227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/4001452754695054227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-after-next-i-meant-busybusie.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-8751274012113688886</id><published>2008-06-27T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:21:30.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Behold the power of the usb cable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smelly aircrafts. &gt;&lt; I'll start with Day 2 photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGUgfBEqxnI/AAAAAAAAASM/2ZRHNKjkrQI/s1600-h/DSC01819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216611460614637170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGUgfBEqxnI/AAAAAAAAASM/2ZRHNKjkrQI/s200/DSC01819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YO. Welcome to japan!!! ~mr dave tay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216612300566498386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGUhP6IzDFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/hf9KgOVqZu0/s200/DSC01852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside Harmony Hall. Darn wish I had taken the building instead of some silly spiral structure thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216609884662147538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGUfDSMUKdI/AAAAAAAAARc/fJoKq2mHXWs/s200/DSC01811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C'mon, let's take a look inside shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216609883036329474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGUfDMIsJgI/AAAAAAAAARM/yY4EYHBtDjY/s200/DSC01812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thats the cool jap guide, speaking in eng with a funky jap accent. So didn understand what he was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216609880405490802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGUfDCVcvHI/AAAAAAAAARU/4xzQNuQWvcY/s200/DSC01813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216610531647461122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGUfo8ZolwI/AAAAAAAAARk/bKugdqYFMyE/s200/DSC01815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmony Hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216610535506967362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGUfpKxz-0I/AAAAAAAAARs/-LssVgDvl58/s200/DSC01816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216610545303419682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGUfpvRd-yI/AAAAAAAAASE/Bb83EbOB5oQ/s200/DSC01826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216610539731091570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGUfpag7AHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/6OxIgAl-NDo/s200/DSC01822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea thats the organ baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216610538962935394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGUfpXpx3mI/AAAAAAAAAR8/PFzBolNHQv0/s200/DSC01823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and its 70+ pipes, each with its own unique sound. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGUgfcSWrGI/AAAAAAAAASU/3FFZ9dsLs5A/s1600-h/DSC01827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216611467919797346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGUgfcSWrGI/AAAAAAAAASU/3FFZ9dsLs5A/s200/DSC01827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah you can see it more clearly here. Someone treated us to a performance on the organ, its such a nice way to welcome us the guests. Seats were too comfy however, and i treated myself to a good 10min sleep. o yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216611469353002242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGUgfhoDpQI/AAAAAAAAASc/AJC7UGk0U6E/s200/DSC01833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216618309677110738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGUmtr0aVdI/AAAAAAAAATM/cjUEjMz1ar8/s200/DSC01837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They choreograph like siao lor. They were all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216611474634418834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGUgf1TPqpI/AAAAAAAAASk/mvh_dnnwz-8/s200/DSC01834.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They even ran all the way to the back of the hall and umm dance-played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216611476772979810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGUgf9RHhGI/AAAAAAAAASs/AxU8uZVa9C0/s200/DSC01836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay so when they finally wrapped up their last piece, we all realised that we were nowhere near as good as them and we felt pretty demoralised. Haha and before i knew it, the stage was ours to light and i screwed up! o wells. And it had to be the first few notes of the entire thing. So that basically set the mood for the rest of the songs. Omg i hope they dont think too poorly of spore bands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216612297893512898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGUhPwLghsI/AAAAAAAAAS8/W4E29d2YHbo/s200/DSC01856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216612304018748226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGUhQG_4M0I/AAAAAAAAATE/yrpMoJu8oi8/s200/DSC01858.JPG" border="0" /&gt; But of course, Shahadan and I decided to do the right thing by asking for forgiveness. Lol. Yeah and we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216622582782678946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGUqmaYK16I/AAAAAAAAATU/juELoSwtYxk/s200/DSC02048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Parking lot 101. LOL. =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay i shall take my leave now. more picts tmr, tata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-8751274012113688886?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/8751274012113688886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=8751274012113688886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8751274012113688886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8751274012113688886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/06/ill-start-with-day-2-photos-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SGUgfBEqxnI/AAAAAAAAASM/2ZRHNKjkrQI/s72-c/DSC01819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-6579071853355395445</id><published>2008-06-26T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T09:35:49.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Thank the heavens to have given me the strength to find my elusive usb cable. Shall it vanish no longer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was, to put it simply, a busy day. Visited the chem lab to check on my cute crystals, and whether my experiment had been a success. So i walked over to the trays with expectation and saw that my green liquid (nickel sulphate i think) 4 days ago had no ruddy change. arghh. But nvm, i shall be optimistic and not declare it a compete failure yet. Not yet not just yet. Will check tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i had band. Interesting 'section bonding' session i must say. Blahh cant really remember much here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i gave amos and rajat a ride back home as they were living a stone's throw away from republic poly. Lol that sounded as if i had my own car. Anyway went to catch xinthesis 2, an annual performance of the respective arts socieities in xin min sec. Guzheng to 'wo3 bi2 ni3 geng4 xin1 jia1 po1'&lt;wo3&gt; play staged by two chinamen. It was absolutely hilarious luh. Jia you ni men liang ge! Go on and make more pple around you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this malay song n dance thing, where abt 25 malays uhm yeah, sang and danced. Up to now i'm still trying to figure out their aim. Maybe to boost malay culture i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20min intermission. It was chinese dance, and i saw YOU(: 6th from stage left, end of 1st dance. Looks like u don't need perfect eyesight to spot old friends after all. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese drama followed. And it was pretty alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. And I have not forgotten the photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-6579071853355395445?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/6579071853355395445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=6579071853355395445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6579071853355395445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6579071853355395445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/06/thank-heavens-to-have-given-me-strength.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-716503497952011063</id><published>2008-06-25T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:39:23.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im really not looking forward to the o-level exams crap, with starts with kou shi on 10 jul i think. Damn. Before i forget... Pictures will be up SOON. okay i have to go now. there's the big semi-final at 2:45am. tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-716503497952011063?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/716503497952011063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=716503497952011063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/716503497952011063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/716503497952011063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-really-not-looking-forward-to-o.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-8256294949770557212</id><published>2008-06-24T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:33:47.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Japan was totally AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;Scenery-wise, food-wise, people-wise and things to buy-wise. Musically, it wasnt as satisfying as we had predicted. There's lots of room for improvement guys! Photos another time alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The 1st day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OKAY fine so i was the last one to arrive at changi airport. The last one and the latest as i strolled in 40mins after 5:30am, the time we were supposed to be all set and ready to check in. Drlee gave me the look of doom and said 'u owe me another 2000yen.' Ahh. Okay 1000 yen is approx. $13.33 so yah 2000 yen is double that. Omg then i was being all sulky n everything and couldnt enjoy my breakfast of bagel and hot vanilla properly. U cant expect yourself to frown and munch at the same time right. But mum gave me some of her encouraging words and said that everything will be fine, dont worry abt the money, go and enjoy yr trip(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept like an obese pig throughout the entire flight. My nice peaceful sleep was disrupted 3x, the first time weng fong woke me up and told me that sleeping with yr neck tilted wickedly to the side will cause some pretty painful aches later on so i adjusted, then went back to sleep. zzzzzz. the 2nd and 3rd time was when the aircrew were serving breakfast and lunch. I kept on refusing and waving them away until they decided to stick a 'Please do not disturb' sticker on my seat. They bu shuang is it. I found it so funky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner on the bus was erm, delicious? For a handful. But for the majority of us, including me, it was a pain to look at. Jap green tea was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was hot springs. We were all completely freaked out when we got there and were yelling about like some wet market. U know the drill yes? Goodness! Took me a really long time to calm my nerves and gather confidence. The hot water was da bomb, it was terrific. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The 2nd day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was cool. wE had to kneel on the floor while we ate our food on the table so some pple ended up sitting on the floor after a while. After that, we went to Harmony Hall, arguably our most important performance of the trip. and. we. screwed it up! hahaha. shahadan and i had to play the first few notes of our entire performance and we (oops) couldnt come in on time. Oh wells. I cant wait for the recording to be delivered to us. I shall force myself to hear my mistake over and over again(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged with the Takefu High School students there, who showed us how passionate they were when it comes to music and band. I asked for a couple of autographs and photos and left, feeling happy but with a somewhat depressing feeling inside. Tsktsk mistakes mistakes. But its okay, i told myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;The 3rd day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite concert of the trip! We staged a performance for primary school kids at the Parea Wakasa Concert Hall and the atmosphere was so bubbly and relaxing! We kicked off with doraemon and Dr lee was bring an absolute joker, he turned to face the excited primary kids and started making so many hilarious hand and body actions. Omg I couldnt play properly luh. I was laughing too much hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, we zoomed to Natasho School in Ooi city and we had a lively and funny interaction with the Jap school kids, prior to our performance. It was very interesting to learn that some of them actually speak very good English! But of course, before we could get to know more about them, it was back to work. Our performance was satisfying. I played okay =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the hotel, i gave myself a real treat at the hot springs. A whole 60 mins of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The 4th day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to say, we went to this huge hilly place with lush greenery and many adorable animals. There was this crazy black monkey that kept jumping about in its cage. I think this might have caused the other monkey in the cage to become just as insane and followed suit. Dumb monkeys. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given plenty of free time to ourselves so me, Brandon, Shengyuan, Leonard, Louis and a couple of others. 7 locations and when u arrive at each location, walk up to a volunteer and he or she will paste a sticker on yr pamphlet. My tour guide told me that whoever collects all the stickers gets a prize. It turned out to be a lie, but i wouldnt have mattered anyway. I lost the pamphlet after making the effort to find all 7 locations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful place and i just had to leave my phone on the bus, so i kept insisting to borrow Louis' camera but uh failed, borrowed Kai Xiang's camera instead. He claimed he had very shaky hands so he begged me to take good shots for him. Got separated with the rest and met up with Hao Cher, he kept wanting to go somewhere (forgot where haha) but i reminded him that we didn have the time for that lol. Almost abandoned Kai Xiang but we decided to be nice so we waited for him to take a picture of the monorail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had free n easy lunch and i finished this gigantic enormous bigbigbig plate of food! I looked at the portion and the price. 890 yen for such a large plate. It was more than worth it. Too bad i got stomach cram for 5hours and couldnt eat my dinner, which was just as appetising, damn. Yet another performance but this time in front of the mayor of japan! and the general public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw fireflies at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;5th day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another great day ahead. Had my 4th ice cream in 5 days and bussed to Fukui Pre- Historical Museum and learnt more about the Beijing Hanshin Earthquake, back in 1990-something. History aint my thing, yeah so i had to endure more blah blah before we finally headed back to the bus. We headed for Kobe for a pit stop, then moved on to Osaka. Dr lee kept telling me that i will be sleeping in his toilet, thankfully not phewws. Roomed with Shaun and had a great laugh watching Wrestling, Soccer and i think some ultra funny comedy all at the same time before turning the lights out at 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6th day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, we missed breakfast. Haha. But what's a simple breakfast compared to Osaka Castle and Universal Studios? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osaka Castle was a sight to behold, thats what they say and i bought a couple of souvenirs to bring home. Xavier expressed his interest at a couple of cute keychains and we bought 2 each. Bought chicken for 250 yen but jingen felt it was a rip off. Snap snap here and there and left soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. The moment i have been waiting for. Universal Studios! The Hollywood Dream was the main highlight. Shahadan, louis, shengyuan, changzhao, roger and I queued up for over an hour. It was so exciting, i felt my heart plunge down into nothingness as the roller coaster roared down the track at terminal velocity. It then banked to the left and went in circles and up and down again. When it finally came to a stop, we all felt super high and rushed off to take the next ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunchtime. Changzhao louis and I broke away from the others and had a tasty treat at some restaurant called Griller's Bar, where louis chose a meal for 3. After eating, we almost walked away with a free lunch when louis and chang zhao remembered that we didn pay a single cent so we rushed back to our seats. At that time, everyone was like staring at us lol. Quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we only managed 2 rides as the queues were stretching like forever.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a lotta stuff. Went back to the hotel with a couple more kilos in my bagpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;7th day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gosh. Day 7, also our last night and 2nd last day of the trip. We went to Nara Deer Park where we saw hundreds of deer roaming about freely. Tried to take a pict of me with it but the silly deer kept looking away argh. Then there was this another silly deer pooping right next to me so yeah, it was mega stink. I apparently frightened away 2 young deer too, oh man, just by walking up to them, when all i wanted was a picture. Roar im scary. RAHH. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observed the way Justin Du prayed to the Buddhist gods and i was about to do the same when he stopped me, 'eh u buddhist mehh?' I said 'no' then he said 'u do for what.' I looked at him and said 'oh. okay.' then the both of us continued walking. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performed for Yodogawa Technical High School, where we found out they practise from after school to 12 midnight on weekdays! 7 times a week, which means EvErY SiNgLe DaY. 8am to around 6pm on weekends. No wonder they were so dam pro, as we were outclassed and outdone by yet another japanese band. One of the bassoonists had a sleek black bassoon, which looked so cool compared to our dull red ones. Exchanged with them after that, and i got my gifts out. There were 5 of them and i had only brought 4, so i quickly searched my bag for anything that looked remotely like a present, found a pair of chopsticks and presented the gifts to them. Wah heng sia.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah 4 out of 5 of them use sony ericsson hps! Yeah we rock. Sony e rocks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Day8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its burn money time! It was the last day of the trip, and the last day to spend all the remaining yen in our wallets. Had an enjoyable breakfast and went crazy at a shopping mall. Bought 3 jerseys- Spain, Chelsea and the Japan away kit and a light blue shirt and two keychains. Lots of well-known shops, like gap, billabong, adidas, nike, even lego and starbucks. Constantly switched partners. Ben tok was all over the place looking for a drink while Justin was searching for a hat that looked nice on him. Had lunch with xavier and alex fong. Had about 14000yen left in my wallet but i know i'd feel dam guilty if i had spent all of that. Left feeling happy with my purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before takeoff, i decided that sleeping was not an option but still fell sleep for an hour or two when the plane departed Japan International Airport. I woke up, learnt my lesson and flicked the remote on. Watched 10,000 BC and had to reply one bit about 3x. Tsk. Turbulence was causing too much noise. Grabbed my first meal on board too. Im not gonna have another 'please do not disturb' sticker on my seat tyvm. Went on to supernatural, listened to a few music tracks and watched some soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touchdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave jingen a lift and reached home. Tuned in to Spain vs. some country on euro2008 after that. Wow. If u got here, good job. Give yourself a pat on the back. U just read 1,898 words. =] (courtesy of MWord's word count)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-8256294949770557212?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/8256294949770557212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=8256294949770557212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8256294949770557212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8256294949770557212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/06/japan-was-totally-awesome-scenery-wise.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-7063170813292088616</id><published>2008-06-23T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:51:51.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Still no chance. Nvm. Patience is the key. Im quite certain tommorow will be my lucky day. Okay so tml then. I hope. Bye for now pple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-7063170813292088616?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/7063170813292088616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=7063170813292088616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/7063170813292088616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/7063170813292088616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/06/still-no-chance.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-8269614646544268196</id><published>2008-06-20T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T21:03:52.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, Im back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I'll post again as soon as i get all the crappy hw done. Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-8269614646544268196?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/8269614646544268196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=8269614646544268196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8269614646544268196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8269614646544268196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-im-back-yep.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-4399523823648507953</id><published>2008-06-05T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T11:59:27.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. Y'know, i'd give anything to stay at home, eat talk tv sleep and have my daily supply of calcium from the fridge, jump from one great blog to the next, leave a couple of tags here and there, and there and here and everywhere. I'd proudly lose a tug-of-war in a foreign competition and get sent home if that is what it takes for me to stay, right here. Or whatever. Im not making much sense haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im referring to band camp. Well to cut a long story shorter, i have yeah, camp from the 6th to the 10th, coming back home at around 4pm, then before i can settle i'll have to get ready to be in the airport at 5am, wait for the plane to arrive then chiong on it at 9 or so. Japan here i come! 11th-18th june. I'll do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahh. Okay. Done. Its a 13 day hiatus. Thats a bit the longgg i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog shall be spammed by photos of japan and all sorts of nonsense details when the calendar flips to the 19th of june i cross my fingers. Hope the stuff in japan isnt too you know, ex. Okay will miss you guys! I think its about 1 dollar gone for every msg sent from here to japan and from japan back here, and 2 bucks gone for every 1 min spent on the phone? Lol so EX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righto I shall take my leave now. But, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-4399523823648507953?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/4399523823648507953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=4399523823648507953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/4399523823648507953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/4399523823648507953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-8723217236799034453</id><published>2008-06-04T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T04:04:18.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Click 5 concert! Dad had stuff going on at the last min so we err, kinda wasted $61. (yes im trying to make you jealoush shadi =]) sorry for the angled shots, my bro and i had to be the not so lucky ones and got the seats on the far left of the hall. but a good view nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a reallllly longgggg wait, this loud and deep voice boomed out from somewhere, anywhere i dont care, just start the concert! At the sound of the guy's voice, everyone started to squeal and scream as we waited for the guy to call for the concert to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ladies and gentlemen (more screaming), please settle down. The concert will begin in 15 mins.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha then everyone started laughing. Like dude, some fans are dying of anxiety over here, please lets begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good thing that they kept their word, (kept their word to start the concert, not keep their word to start the concert in 15 mins, it was like 20-25mins of agonising wait?) some people had started flapping &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the red handclap thing&lt;/span&gt; like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tks to those people i followed suit and flapped mine around like some ___. It was not until halfway through the concert that i realised that there was a tiny slit between the flap for you to put your hand through. No wonder. Before that discovery i was flapping it about like some piece of red cardboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A large majority of the songs sang last night were from their latest album, Modern Minds and Pastimes so i was quite envious of the people around me who kept belting out song after song along with the Click Five 5. For someone who has only listened to like, what, Jenny? in their new album deserves applause for managing to recognise and name a couple of songs sung that night =] Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Jenny, i have come to realise that its a fan favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this point in time where they disappeared for like 3mins straight after one of their hits, perhaps to grab a coke or two, and the poor fans who were waiting for them to return (or not) were screaming and yelling their throats dry. Then they screamed again when they finally came back. Then they screamed somemore when they finally got their wish by singing Jenny with the click5. At that point, most of the people bue tahan the relief and excitement and just stood up and screamed screamed screamed. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Click 5 rounded off the night with a disco song which lasted for abt 7 mins. Don't need to say luh, more jumping more screaming =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SEZhztmBGaI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YmNkplJsb1Q/s1600-h/DSC01753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207957560140831138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SEZhztmBGaI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YmNkplJsb1Q/s200/DSC01753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SEZhztmBGbI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QDb4u3PgQP4/s1600-h/DSC01755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207957560140831154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SEZhztmBGbI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QDb4u3PgQP4/s200/DSC01755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The red handclap thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SEZhz9mBGcI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4X-y0jJMpDI/s1600-h/DSC01756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207957564435798466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SEZhz9mBGcI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4X-y0jJMpDI/s200/DSC01756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SEZhz9mBGdI/AAAAAAAAAP8/d8_URs9QW0A/s1600-h/DSC01757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207957564435798482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SEZhz9mBGdI/AAAAAAAAAP8/d8_URs9QW0A/s200/DSC01757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SEZh0NmBGeI/AAAAAAAAAQE/PYJ7zcSWzzo/s1600-h/DSC01758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207957568730765794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SEZh0NmBGeI/AAAAAAAAAQE/PYJ7zcSWzzo/s200/DSC01758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207957942392920562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SEZiJ9mBGfI/AAAAAAAAAQM/tGQ8YltM7jQ/s200/DSC01761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got everyone except the lead singer! Up to now i still have no idea what his name is. Argh. Stoopid camera. Oh I was using my the camera on my hp btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207960025452059186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SEZkDNmBGjI/AAAAAAAAAQs/DwOiV_ke20g/s200/DSC01786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207960021157091858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SEZkC9mBGhI/AAAAAAAAAQc/origyrLwYz8/s200/DSC01766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207960016862124546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SEZkCtmBGgI/AAAAAAAAAQU/dB4xktaVjdA/s200/DSC01763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207960021157091874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SEZkC9mBGiI/AAAAAAAAAQk/XRAWYK9sgjE/s200/DSC01778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207976062859942466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SEZyotmBGkI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_M04mcZEyQ0/s200/DSC01781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-8723217236799034453?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/8723217236799034453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=8723217236799034453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8723217236799034453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/8723217236799034453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/06/click-5-concert-dad-had-stuff-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIX8nzugMnI/SEZhztmBGaI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YmNkplJsb1Q/s72-c/DSC01753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456142304774072134.post-6642520633079970492</id><published>2008-05-31T23:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T23:21:30.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456142304774072134-6642520633079970492?l=familiar-gestures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/feeds/6642520633079970492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456142304774072134&amp;postID=6642520633079970492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6642520633079970492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456142304774072134/posts/default/6642520633079970492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiar-gestures.blogspot.com/2008/05/click-5-concert-coming-up-8pm-i-think_31.html' title=''/><author><name>the power of friendship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284614607392328716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
