<?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-435421453113100337</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:08:31.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the time to be happy...</title><subtitle type='html'>Happiness like food, can be shared. But our joy multiplies in each person we share with unlike food.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-5316986026892386449</id><published>2010-05-20T12:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:20:13.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ha I wanna be so violent. Choke hold onto the wall. Utter some words. Slam on the floor. Become even more pissed off. Shuffle my knuckles on the face. Hear the scream. Haha just finished the revenge. In my dreams... Soo damn awesome. It must wait. A few months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-5316986026892386449?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/5316986026892386449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/5316986026892386449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/05/ha-i-wanna-be-so-violent.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-6157531291892265583</id><published>2010-05-19T20:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T10:03:34.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ouch My bacckkk. Woah kinda boring to do things alone. Haha its good that I don't give a shit about some stuff anymore. At least I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-6157531291892265583?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/6157531291892265583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/6157531291892265583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/05/ouch-my-bacckkk.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-4539468460107229882</id><published>2010-05-15T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T09:58:10.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Its so late already but the exam results are like annoying me now. Nvm I'll do better next time. I am confident. I'm damn happy about physics because it was quite easy. First time I scored A for my physics exam. Wow my body is aching. But it feels good cos it is cosy to sleep. I keep spam eating at subway. But its a good thing cos I just realised that got a LOT of protein! And I came up with a new combination that tastes like pizza. Eating fresh. Got one day the clementi there got one 'interesting' wrestling match shown on the CD shop opposite to subway. Then the next day we saw the crowd cheering again. So we thought it was wrestling again. But it then we realised it was wonder girls! LOL! YJ face became very red.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-4539468460107229882?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/4539468460107229882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/4539468460107229882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-so-late-already-but-exam-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-2793304546147588417</id><published>2010-05-10T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:16:06.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aiya ditched Ironman with them guys to go gym. I didn't know YJ would come sia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-2793304546147588417?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/2793304546147588417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/2793304546147588417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/05/aiya-ditched-ironman-with-them-guys-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-8882263736917152985</id><published>2010-05-10T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:18:05.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gotta relax man. Gotta munch on that popcorn. Gotta chill down. Gotta watch more vids. Gotta get started. Gotta forget it. Well I've done so. Imma sculpt it real good. No need for that motivation cos I feel impish without it. No wrong no right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-8882263736917152985?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/8882263736917152985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/8882263736917152985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/05/gotta-relac-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-1169649237581388949</id><published>2010-05-09T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:10:28.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-1169649237581388949?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/1169649237581388949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/1169649237581388949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-were-my-sun-you-were-my-earth-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-7264128150539454258</id><published>2010-05-09T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:07:38.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Damn I feel the&amp;nbsp;so motivated. I must win Yu Jie. Wow&amp;nbsp;it's like a dream.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-7264128150539454258?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/7264128150539454258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/7264128150539454258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/05/damn-i-feel-motivated.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-2817649522505195784</id><published>2010-04-24T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:36:07.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Hey girl, is he everything you wanted in a man?&lt;br /&gt;You know I gave you the world&lt;br /&gt;You had me in the palm of your hand&lt;br /&gt;So why your love went away&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to understand&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was me and you babe&lt;br /&gt;Me and you until the end&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to think about it&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so sick about it&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it's ending this way&lt;br /&gt;Just so confused about it&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the blues about it&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do without ya&lt;br /&gt;Tell me is this fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way it's really going down?&lt;br /&gt;Is this how we say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;Should've known better when you came around&lt;br /&gt;That you were gonna make me cry&lt;br /&gt;It's breaking my heart to watch you run around&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you're living a lie&lt;br /&gt;That's okay baby 'cause in time you will find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now girl, I remember everything that you claimed&lt;br /&gt;You said that you were moving on now&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I should do the same&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing about that is&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to give you my name&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was me and you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's all just a shame&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;You spend your nights alone&lt;br /&gt;And he never comes home&lt;br /&gt;And every time you call him&lt;br /&gt;All you get's a busy tone&lt;br /&gt;I heard you found out&lt;br /&gt;That he's doing to you&lt;br /&gt;What you did to me&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cheated girl&lt;br /&gt;My heart bleeded girl&lt;br /&gt;So it goes without saying that you left me feeling hurt&lt;br /&gt;Just a classic case&lt;br /&gt;A scenario&lt;br /&gt;Tale as old as time&lt;br /&gt;Girl you got what you deserved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you want somebody&lt;br /&gt;To cure the lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;You wish you had somebody&lt;br /&gt;That could come and make it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But girl I ain't somebody with a lot of sympathy&lt;br /&gt;You'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes back around&lt;br /&gt;I thought I told ya, hey&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes back around&lt;br /&gt;I thought I told ya, hey&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes back around&lt;br /&gt;I thought I told ya, hey&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes back around&lt;br /&gt;I thought I told ya, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;You should've listened to me, baby&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes back around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~So classic... So lovely&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Yay Timberlake is the man. I want him singing again...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/435421453113100337-2817649522505195784?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/2817649522505195784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/2817649522505195784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-girl-is-he-everything-you-wanted-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-3647155013487687839</id><published>2010-04-07T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:18:42.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/S7yFexgpEjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SjW5ZDM8WXg/s1600/Couple+of+years+back+asean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/S7yFexgpEjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SjW5ZDM8WXg/s400/Couple+of+years+back+asean.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ASEAN's Papa and Children&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-3647155013487687839?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/3647155013487687839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/3647155013487687839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/04/odd-one-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/S7yFexgpEjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SjW5ZDM8WXg/s72-c/Couple+of+years+back+asean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-7046050704127968559</id><published>2010-04-07T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:07:19.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/S7yCSKpHmFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1SqIaUrFP14/s1600/Asean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/S7yCSKpHmFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1SqIaUrFP14/s400/Asean.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Who's hottest?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-7046050704127968559?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/7046050704127968559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/7046050704127968559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/04/variety.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/S7yCSKpHmFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1SqIaUrFP14/s72-c/Asean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-7235814340709904950</id><published>2010-04-02T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:03:09.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like crying all day long like a loser. If I picture one side I can't think of the other. And if I picture the sad side, it takes a while for me to cure. How I wish this didn't happen. It's interesting. All the details. I see more now... after every shit I went through. It all just happened. And all the bad just happened after that. I see everything now. I see the intense hatred. Ignorance. Just because of &amp;nbsp;I failed. But I still see the other side. The completely oppsite side. The side I always wondered about. The side that had always excited me. I waited for it happen. The real thing. But Im far away. Moving further and further away. As everyone around me are pushing me back. Even the people I'd always preferred. But I'm not gonna give a damn. I will wait. I can't do anything else easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-7235814340709904950?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/7235814340709904950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/7235814340709904950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-feel-like-crying-all-day-long-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-8557925094009717764</id><published>2010-03-27T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T17:13:52.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/S63Jzjo2UQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vbZ6bxHLxDM/s1600/Photo1126j.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/S63Jzjo2UQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vbZ6bxHLxDM/s320/Photo1126j.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;By David!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/S63KlAl_-AI/AAAAAAAAAH0/w47jdq9hdOU/s1600/DSC03858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/S63KlAl_-AI/AAAAAAAAAH0/w47jdq9hdOU/s320/DSC03858.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: 23px;"&gt;By me! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Taken at same place but different days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-8557925094009717764?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/8557925094009717764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/8557925094009717764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/03/by-david-by-me-at-same-place-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/S63Jzjo2UQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vbZ6bxHLxDM/s72-c/Photo1126j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-8239422585143540693</id><published>2010-03-25T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T19:18:55.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Haha Rowan Atkinson Live Series are amazing.Though a bit vulgar.&amp;nbsp;He's so skilled!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/435421453113100337-8239422585143540693?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/8239422585143540693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/8239422585143540693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/03/haha-rowan-atkinson-live-series-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-4491618859109320054</id><published>2010-03-25T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T19:16:24.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mr Fann(sp.) not fun. Mr Chua more fun. But he's so flexible. Can do splits and all that. He look abit like hancock. His hat and his sunglasses. His right knee is scary. Lots of marks. David said he had knee surgery. He keep saying the stop watch is very very expensive during the shuttle run. It's just the same one we use for physics. How come my shuttle run so slow. Slower than ShiYang. Nvm I was just too tired.&amp;nbsp;Yj kept smiling when doing inclined pull ups.&amp;nbsp;Look very funny. So sad Sean didn't come. Oops I forgot to collect worksheet for him. Today english was sooo&amp;nbsp;slack. Ms Tan check everybody's article for one hour. I might as well do some other work. History also. So cool I got video of sean doing jump shot. Aiya I find that schol food getting very boring. Subway or Carnivore or Carls :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-4491618859109320054?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/4491618859109320054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/4491618859109320054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/03/mr-fann-i-dunno-how-to-spell-not-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-3530737600321672136</id><published>2010-03-25T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T17:26:49.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got a cylinder they've got heart. I see the difference. But I don't see why. May be I'm just too blind about all things around me. I think its hidden when everybody knows about it. They see nothing in that cylinder. Yea, I just have a hollow cylinder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-3530737600321672136?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/3530737600321672136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/3530737600321672136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-got-cylinder-theyve-got-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-2024951444391933252</id><published>2010-03-23T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:07:46.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;This woman (a nurse I think) walking along the street. She knocks at the door of one house. She walks into the house. A very familiar person leaves the door . That person is the father. The nurse walks into a place which I still can remember. I only see the back view so far. And suddenly the face. It is gross. It is that of a women with hollow sockets. Dirty teeth and dry lips. She sees a teenage girl lying on a old bed moaning in in pain. There is a big swelling on the girl's ankle. So the the nurse takes out a syringe. She injects the swollen ankle. The swelling sort of shrinks. The girl feels relieved. Suddenly the nurse starts laughing. Very evil laughter. The girl starts laughing too. They laugh together and suddenly the girl vomits blood. She falls back onto the bed. I dunno what happened next. I woke up damn scared. I even felt scared to walk into the kitchen. I so damn afraid of darkness just so suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-2024951444391933252?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/2024951444391933252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/2024951444391933252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/03/woman-nurse-i-think-walking-along.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-8444751300950505208</id><published>2010-03-23T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T19:13:03.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oops my hands were trembling. It felt like I can't control my muscles. It seems weird and feels very painful. Somemore it was during art. So hard to paint. Math seems so hard to understand. I feel like I am not learning the trigonometry deep enough. English has become boring again. Wish I'd learnt how to solve the rubic's cube. I feel so left out when everybody else around me are so pro at it. Oh yea our school basketball... actually quite pro. Mr Chong and Mr Phua . But sadly they lost to a bunch of... Cos of free throws. I feel like joining them. Maybe next year. Haha got one time sean(I think) intercepted the ball by just tapping lightly when a boy from choa chu kang was starting. It's so exciting to watch them play. I almost expected them team to score a point at the last minute. Yay! Lockers! I doubt our class needs that many. Our class is safe enough. It's okay, double protection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-8444751300950505208?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/8444751300950505208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/8444751300950505208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops-my-hands-were-trembling.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-1985658989244594261</id><published>2010-03-20T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:04:07.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg YU JIE! First time I'd seen him so angry. Crazy. He caught me receiving illegal photos of him.And he deleted all my photos. Including very very important ones. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-1985658989244594261?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/1985658989244594261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/1985658989244594261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/03/omg-yu-jie-first-time-id-seen-him-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-2295882796636983421</id><published>2010-03-19T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:16:05.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who I saw was not the person I had always known. Someone so different but amazing. But I can't take it anymore. It's too hard for me to start it all over again. Hoping for the time to come. I know that sometimes those times we wish for don't come... unless we do something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-2295882796636983421?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/2295882796636983421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/2295882796636983421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-i-saw-was-not-person-i-had-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-7840748143829491169</id><published>2010-03-19T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:04:30.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouch... my legs... they are sore from all that walking. Stupid math trail. Kept walking in Vivo City. Now I remember every place in there. Quite interesting questions though. ACSI students are quite friendly. Unlike RI ppl. They are too proud aand noisy and annoying. Kay maybe only some of them But everybody knows that NUS high is the best. Yay. There was once we were supposed to count the number of rectangles from the glass panel outside forever 21(the shop) We were like busy counting them. But to others we seemed like staring. Staring at female mannequins in... funny poses. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-7840748143829491169?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/7840748143829491169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/7840748143829491169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/03/ouch.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-8187674995610644455</id><published>2010-03-18T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:38:03.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Math camp was fun! Dr/Mr Thomas Teo!!! It's not that bad... ACSI. Wa other schools got a lot of math pros. But it's okay. We are more advanced than them. Oh crap... Now I'm feeling unwell. Keep eating out for too many days. Gavel camp was also exciting. Water games XD It's so fun to bully seniors. Being wrapped in toilet paper is... AWESOME! I was the "mummy"&amp;nbsp;of my team&amp;nbsp;and the attackers from other teams&amp;nbsp;are supposed to bomb me with water bombs. I was&amp;nbsp;supposed to stay at one spot and protect myself. But I kept running about&amp;nbsp;and bombing&amp;nbsp;others. It's too hard to resist. The temptation to ambush others. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-8187674995610644455?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/8187674995610644455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/8187674995610644455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/03/math-camp-was-fun-drmr-thomas-teo-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-1809178383158309199</id><published>2010-03-18T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:28:07.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm&amp;nbsp;very sorry&amp;nbsp;about coming late for the movie&amp;nbsp; :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-1809178383158309199?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/1809178383158309199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/1809178383158309199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-sorry-for-coming-late-for-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-1603025543559784920</id><published>2010-03-10T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:42:21.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just hate E learning for one reason- it makes me stare into the monitor from the start of the day. Ouch my eyes... I duwanna wear glasses. Oh I just can't believe I can dance. Do that Chris Tucker. Feelin real good... &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-1603025543559784920?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/1603025543559784920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/1603025543559784920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-hate-e-learning-for-one-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-8090685956604135243</id><published>2010-03-06T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:43:04.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/S5J0fP8k7hI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-m0V554g_3M/s1600-h/DSC04024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/S5J0fP8k7hI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-m0V554g_3M/s320/DSC04024.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/S5J0iTPv6qI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vDMKwW8JtZc/s1600-h/DSC04025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/S5J0iTPv6qI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vDMKwW8JtZc/s320/DSC04025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;ASCI students are damn pro in art... 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Looks like Jeremy Gui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/S5JzONinPMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/A4J9nx3cViw/s1600-h/DSC04058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/S5JzONinPMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/A4J9nx3cViw/s320/DSC04058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/S5JzfTdRoeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0LkGXcSaeVk/s1600-h/DSC04053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/S5JzfTdRoeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0LkGXcSaeVk/s320/DSC04053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;creeps me out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/S5JzylKLpVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TFa8YcqT7AQ/s1600-h/DSC04045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/S5JzylKLpVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TFa8YcqT7AQ/s320/DSC04045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ooo... 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In this&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; trashy place...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-8090685956604135243?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/8090685956604135243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/8090685956604135243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/03/asci-students-are-damn-pro-in-art.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/S5J0fP8k7hI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-m0V554g_3M/s72-c/DSC04024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-5557675212872869813</id><published>2010-03-06T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:07:43.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really hate big screens. Esp when I'm presenting. ACSI food is... Boring... and and not very nice. Though the canteen is air-conditioned and all that. Omg I can't believe how I'm gonna stay in that place for 24 hours next next week... Math workshop. But it'll be fun... Cos if you share boredom with others you can sort of end up having fun. Phew. Exam week over... But still have Bio pamphlet... which sounds interesting to do. I think I chose the hardest topic. BUT its gonna be FUN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-5557675212872869813?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/5557675212872869813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/5557675212872869813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-really-hate-big-screens.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-430409256680886685</id><published>2010-03-01T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:34:03.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes ignoring the truth seems much better. But it seems impossible for me to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-430409256680886685?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/430409256680886685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/430409256680886685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes-ignoring-truth-seems-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-172737239617347622</id><published>2010-02-21T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T19:56:03.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd always assumed the wrong thing... I'm just broken... But this time I've no idea when I'll be fixed back again... Cos its just too weird... No Woman No Cry... I was first but now I'm last... It just doesnt make sense... just all of a sudden... all those damn assumptions... they are just some fancies... fancies that torture me now. Nonono It will still&amp;nbsp;be just as it has been since the start of&amp;nbsp;last year... But not me. Yea. I dont hate&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;I just hate my old self. Not for getting involved in &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;... But for not&amp;nbsp;being bold enough. For&amp;nbsp;not being&amp;nbsp;good enough.&amp;nbsp;It feels like part of my heart is lost. But i dont know where it is and I dun wanna find it. Cos&amp;nbsp;my chances are&amp;nbsp;over... for now at least. But Im not gonna give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-172737239617347622?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/172737239617347622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/172737239617347622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/02/id-always-assumed-wrong-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-6826179644756781639</id><published>2010-02-21T12:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T12:54:35.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sound like a broken record record record&amp;nbsp;all the times&amp;nbsp;I said I'm&amp;nbsp;gonna change...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-6826179644756781639?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/6826179644756781639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/6826179644756781639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/02/imma-sound-like-broken-record-record.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-8823393955823242054</id><published>2010-02-21T12:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T12:52:20.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>But this time this time time Imma change...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-8823393955823242054?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/8823393955823242054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/8823393955823242054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/02/but-this-time-this-time-time-imma.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-3701787958394777372</id><published>2010-02-07T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:07:40.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It sucks either ways... being forgetten and being ignored...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-3701787958394777372?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/3701787958394777372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/3701787958394777372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-sucks-either-ways.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-8972989248289155020</id><published>2010-02-06T16:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:43:49.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's like a seed anticipating to see the sunlight and grow into a tree before it rots away. A tree permenantly&amp;nbsp;rooted&amp;nbsp;to our hearts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-8972989248289155020?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/8972989248289155020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/8972989248289155020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-like-seed-anticipating-sunlight.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-271184275107213651</id><published>2010-01-14T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:20:33.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-language: TA;"&gt;Today was tiring. Ran at the morning already… and I had to run again. PE was fun… as usual. I’m glad that the school sells fruits. English was kinda fun. Yan Yan… I totally forgot about it and left it at the basketball court. Oh yea we found a dead mouse at the court yesterday and it’s still there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-271184275107213651?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/271184275107213651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/271184275107213651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-was-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-1971864217091539519</id><published>2010-01-10T14:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:03:09.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cried... After a long time... For One More Day... What a sad story...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-1971864217091539519?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/1971864217091539519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/1971864217091539519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cried.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-7131506875130236008</id><published>2010-01-10T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:40:49.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just realized another thing that makes me totally excited. Chin-ups. It's just irresistible. I mean it's fun if you can do them. Chin-ups with an apple in your mouth is more challenging. Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-7131506875130236008?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/7131506875130236008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/7131506875130236008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-realized-another-thing-that-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-7104478875275383267</id><published>2010-01-10T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:21:14.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah we just had our Weeny(Boys) Night Out! Old Dogs was the perfect Weeny Movie... You gotta watch it people... It's awesome. It's all about kids, a shorty and two middle aged men. You'll love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-7104478875275383267?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/7104478875275383267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/7104478875275383267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-yeah-we-just-had-our-weenyboys-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-140173149409112171</id><published>2010-01-08T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:07:08.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-language: TA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;Damn everything… I hate this. A stupid deduction I’ve made for an year… turns out to be untrue…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-140173149409112171?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/140173149409112171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/140173149409112171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/01/damn-everything-i-hate-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-6635486628043294861</id><published>2010-01-07T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:13:32.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-language: TA;"&gt;Oh my god, Module registration is gonna start in 4 minutes. I’m like soooooooooooooo excited… For no reason :P We are gonna be the first to sign up for the modules… Yeah this is how I get crazy for no reason… It’s fun… 0 seconds already and the com is lagging… Maybe we’re not the only ones&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-6635486628043294861?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/6635486628043294861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/6635486628043294861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-my-god-module-registration-is-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-4922585664819105189</id><published>2010-01-05T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:58:34.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wow I’m in year 2. It’s nice to see everyone once again. So sad, I can’t be a mentor rep… And thanks David for the sticker…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I seriously prefer last year’s orientation program. Doing house activities is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;Inter-class activities are a lot more interesting. At first, when they talked about dance I thought we were gonna dance in pairs in front of our groups. That woulda been fun…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-4922585664819105189?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/4922585664819105189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/4922585664819105189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow-im-in-year-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-5735787318115681885</id><published>2009-12-29T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:34:55.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Malacca has changed pretty much... Including the historical sites. Well, I gotta admit that the rest of Malaysia is also changing rapidly. Hills infested with palm trees...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-5735787318115681885?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/5735787318115681885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/5735787318115681885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2009/12/malacca-has-changed-pretty-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-7406310009045155454</id><published>2009-12-29T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:27:56.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow that's eight centimetres this year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-7406310009045155454?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/7406310009045155454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/7406310009045155454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow-thats-eight-centimetres-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-7602444790715842374</id><published>2009-12-29T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:26:16.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally... Reached 170cm and my P6 weight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-7602444790715842374?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/7602444790715842374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/7602444790715842374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-1853925478843582278</id><published>2009-12-11T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T22:10:06.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Something like Biology… Something like what we or most of us have learnt in biology this semester. But it isn’t the same thing… because it was all done by me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well I’ve always wondered why apples turn brown. People use lemons, milk and all kinds of stuff they find in the markets to stop that (as usual). And I think that they are effective. But how much? And I am actually I’m testing two things in this test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;One: How good the substance is at preventing the browning for short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Two: How good as a preservative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They ask us not to cut open fruits and leave them uncovered for a long time. 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So 12 things to be tested…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stuffed apple slices into the tubes and… the experiment started (6 November).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I look at the apples set the timer to 5 minutes… that was too fast… so ten minutes… oops that was not enough too…so one hour. &amp;nbsp;And the alarm went off. Saw little change in any of the apples so I set the timer to three hours… Checked once again later but no change yet… So days went by… and at yesterday night (10 November) the exposed apple finally turned completely brown. What the hell… why did this apple take so long to turn brown? Some funny apple… But, it doesn’t matter… as all I needed was to have the apple that is exposed to the air to turn completely brown, no matter how long it takes. The other apples immersed in the different substances will turn stay fresh/yellow/ brown depending on the substance used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tried to use a bit of what I’ve learnt from bio… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Key &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;+++ - White &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;++ - Slightly Yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;+ - Yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;- - Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Exposed apple- (-) smells like alcohol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In Oil- (++), Smells bad, Not well preserved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In Saliva- (++), smells like the exposed one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In lemon- (++), rotten lemon, apple smells and tastes okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In honey- (+), smells real bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In Vinegar- (?) turns pinkish with the vinegar, Smells vinegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In Salt water- (+++) slightly pink, smells salty, tastes good like pickles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In Sugar Syrup- (+) smells bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In Pure Water- (+++), slightly rotten but good to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In Soy Sauce- &amp;nbsp;(+) moldy and disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I gotta say that any liquid coating the white surface of the apples can prevent the browning process… All the apples in the liquids were way fresher than the exposed one.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We all know that salt is the best. And I think I can conclude that eating any fruits by biting them a bit by bit is much better than slicing them up. And if you have no choice there are always lots of options other than Saliva…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-1489716831085034021?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/1489716831085034021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/1489716831085034021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-start-with-apples.html' title='Let’s start with A: Apples'/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-1804243176843947398</id><published>2009-11-05T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:32:46.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've crossed my biggest hurdle thus far, safely or injured, I don't know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;How my life was-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Peaceful and normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/SvEob23RG2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/UD-su5Du0nk/s1600-h/DSC03292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/SvEob23RG2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/UD-su5Du0nk/s320/DSC03292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Exams came... darkened my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I began to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Back to normal. But things are&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; getting pretty boring and I'm&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; finding for ways to keep myself&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; entertained...&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/435421453113100337-1804243176843947398?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/1804243176843947398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/1804243176843947398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-crossed-my-biggest-hurdle-thus-far.html' title='I&apos;ve crossed my biggest hurdle thus far, safely or injured, I don&apos;t know...'/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/SvElXX8BsSI/AAAAAAAAABI/72kXNl3F16k/s72-c/DSC03264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-1543498566869920752</id><published>2009-10-20T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:05:23.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, I didn't realize that I had action figures. I guess I got most of them from Mc Donalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/St2kEIcPhPI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/1BSb_mMfiv4/s1600-h/DSC02905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/St2kEIcPhPI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/1BSb_mMfiv4/s320/DSC02905.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Monsters Vs Aliens&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/St2k3bSPjgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ENqOQW2VDJc/s1600-h/DSC02910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/St2k3bSPjgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ENqOQW2VDJc/s320/DSC02910.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Wolverine: &lt;/b&gt;Grr... He's mine...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/St2lXtNjSwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7IvXqaFAC7U/s1600-h/DSC02911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/St2lXtNjSwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7IvXqaFAC7U/s320/DSC02911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "What did I do?!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/St2l-M4_XEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/X1Gdb3EaCIQ/s1600-h/DSC02921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/St2l-M4_XEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/X1Gdb3EaCIQ/s320/DSC02921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"Gong Xi Fa Cai"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/St2may2rp_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/y7bvQEiH_V0/s1600-h/DSC02915.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/St2may2rp_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/y7bvQEiH_V0/s320/DSC02915.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "Oh yeah! I can fly!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/St2mptFJgpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_UI8vs8zlrc/s1600-h/DSC02920.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/St2mptFJgpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_UI8vs8zlrc/s320/DSC02920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "3... 2...1..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/St2nF7lhvyI/AAAAAAAAABA/m1T41uRxNj8/s1600-h/DSC02923.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/St2nF7lhvyI/AAAAAAAAABA/m1T41uRxNj8/s320/DSC02923.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"Scissors... 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"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-1543498566869920752?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/1543498566869920752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/1543498566869920752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2009/10/toy-story.html' title='Toy Story'/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8qpOIo-E0Ok/St2kEIcPhPI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/1BSb_mMfiv4/s72-c/DSC02905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-3720031352610246332</id><published>2009-10-16T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:49:08.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>The meaning of life is to give meaning to life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-3720031352610246332?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/3720031352610246332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/3720031352610246332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2009/10/quote-of-day_16.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-1391989244328280794</id><published>2009-10-16T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:43:26.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind</title><content type='html'>Back to the first few days... It was second day of school I think... And it was great. It went smoothly. Orientation activities. I remember game when we had our eyes tied up and left to go to the groups we belonged to. I... cheated... hehe. It was funny to watch people wandering about aimlessly and... bang into me. It was kinda irritating too to watch people of my group just walk past me or... just keep walking in circles. Oh my god, the whole level was blindfolded. Boys vs girls, January vs February vs March vs.............October vs November vs December. Haha, Sean... I remember acting as if I found him after a long, long time... he kept&amp;nbsp;touching me as if he wasn't sure if it was me.&amp;nbsp;Kinda fun when everybody follows you... Because&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;are the only guy who&amp;nbsp;know where you are going!&amp;nbsp;That was the Boys vs girls... I think the guys won. I also remember my October group. I kept circling the hall and once everybody were almost forming their groups, had a seat on the corner of the hall we planned. I seemed kinda eerie. Everything is almost&amp;nbsp;black around you except the small holes in the windows of the hall where sunlight streams in. Some haunted place... I was on the the stairs... Watching my other members of the group... One girl at the other end of the hall. And two girls right in the front of me at the corner of the hall. Amanda was seated sure of&amp;nbsp; where she was. And Chanel kept&amp;nbsp;circling her still not knowing where she was. I wanted my group to win but how? How could I help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-1391989244328280794?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/1391989244328280794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/1391989244328280794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2009/10/interesting-people.html' title='Blind'/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-6520197200124039243</id><published>2009-10-15T12:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T12:53:56.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>Adversity is like a strong wind. I don’t mean just that it holds us back from a place we might otherwise go. It also tears us from things that cannot be torn , so that afterward we see ourselves as we really are, and not merely as we might like to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-6520197200124039243?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/6520197200124039243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/6520197200124039243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2009/10/quote-of-day_14.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-6320956067095958862</id><published>2009-10-14T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:23:15.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;"Many of our fears are tissue paper thin, and a single&lt;br /&gt;courageous step would carry us clear through them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Brendan Francis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-6320956067095958862?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/6320956067095958862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/6320956067095958862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2009/10/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-4709083272256010193</id><published>2009-10-14T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:59:26.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Days...</title><content type='html'>Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies...&lt;br /&gt;It runs so fast that I can't feel days pass by...&lt;br /&gt;Man, I'm having too much fun...&lt;br /&gt;Just like the first day of school... I still remember my very first days in NUS High. Wow it makes me wonder if I realy thought that way... About&amp;nbsp;my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Ha... hahahaha...hehehehe... HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw Sean Phua... I thought he was a Korean. He suddenly talked to me... just all of a sudden he said "Hi". I did not even realise that he was in 104. Oh yeah I think I already&amp;nbsp;knew him. I knew him from the day before; which was actually the first day of school. Wow I remember when I thought of Ms Ng as a very strict teacher. On the first day in our classroom... Ha! I also felt kind of uneasy in it... beacuse it seemed kinda...&amp;nbsp;small... traditional...&amp;nbsp;like any other secondary school. Holy Crap!&amp;nbsp;Was that the&amp;nbsp;NUS High School&amp;nbsp;I imagined?&amp;nbsp;Oh yeah I also got lost somehow before I reached our classroom... I didn't know what what my class was! What the hell! Thanks to Ms Chan... Oh yeah when I went to the class everybody seemed to stare at me and say "Who the heck is this shorty?". Yeah I was kinda short then... When I found a seat... Damn, it was admist the girls... Not that I dislike them... But you know... they were quite tall then... At least they seemed to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-4709083272256010193?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/4709083272256010193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/4709083272256010193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-days.html' title='First Days...'/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-5055064730986403673</id><published>2009-10-13T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:01:57.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-5055064730986403673?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/5055064730986403673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/5055064730986403673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-1143955571100955213</id><published>2009-10-10T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:13:42.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hope is everywhere... It's yours if you can catch it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-1143955571100955213?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/1143955571100955213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/1143955571100955213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2009/10/hope-is-everywhere.html' title=''/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435421453113100337.post-5289730823960193424</id><published>2009-10-10T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T19:46:37.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Begins...</title><content type='html'>Ha. My first post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/435421453113100337-5289730823960193424?l=thegoodbadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/5289730823960193424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/435421453113100337/posts/default/5289730823960193424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoodbadman.blogspot.com/2009/10/begins.html' title='Begins...'/><author><name>Weeny Boys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
