<?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-13592543</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:09:35.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My world of Crapping</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112747407740708954</id><published>2005-09-23T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T20:13:25.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faintsssss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/u4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it very obvious that I'm kinda stressed out? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Chew says it... Nicole pointed it out in class... Everyone is asking me if I'm alright... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So.. Am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YES! As a matter of fact, I AM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently have a slight fever.. and I feel some pressure coming onto me with the promos fast approaching.. All I lack is a catalyst to start cracking... o_O what was it.. Nickel??? &lt;em&gt;Rightttttt&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's 1 week more to promos and 2 weeks more to pure bliss.. patience.. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something very bad has just happened today... Ms Yee called me out after maths tutorial and asked me gow I was coping with maths and what I was doing about it.. I think that it's a sign of her wanting me to drop the subject.. I hope I don't have to.. I like my subject combi.. I think it's special although I end late everday of the week, have tons to do and feel soo stressed out.. I feel it's special cos I'm doing what I like although it's a weird and oddly different combi from everyone else... Arghhh.. I don't wanna to drooop anythinggg... &gt;_&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope I can cope and get promoted..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aims for promos: Get promoted.. with at least 3 a-passes and 1 o-pass(maths) -_-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Help!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112747407740708954?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112747407740708954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112747407740708954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112747407740708954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112747407740708954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/09/faintsssss.html' title='Faintsssss...'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112747912492441121</id><published>2005-09-23T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T20:40:33.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something light, something fun, something dirtyyyy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The following section contains crude stuff, please stop viewing if you are pure of mind.. o: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Probably the most controversial issue of them all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The world discusses... Dick Sizes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/clinton1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/400/clinton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "It certainly fits the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/hu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/400/hu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hu's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/howard1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/400/howard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"what a big &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;John&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/400/gb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"zzzzzzz.... and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/mao2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/400/mao.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and.... Mr chairman?! @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/john_kerry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/400/john_kerry.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/rice6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/400/rice2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/tony5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/400/tony2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...LOL...zzzzzz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/400/pope2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOAH!!! O_O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112747912492441121?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112747912492441121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112747912492441121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112747912492441121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112747912492441121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/09/something-light-something-fun.html' title='Something light, something fun, something dirtyyyy...'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112678952734252694</id><published>2005-09-15T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T21:38:36.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrible days..</title><content type='html'>It's horrible days like this that make me wanna die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6am this morning and had to drag myself (literally) out of bed onto the cold, long bus ride to school.. Yippieee.. -.- DoTsSsss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem lecture today was SOOO interesting.. in fact, it was SOOO enjoyable that I almost &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;of excitement *ahem ahem cough cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my geog presentation during geog tutorial in front of the class.. I kinda thought my presentation on floods in developed countries (case study on The Great Mississippi river flood of 1993) was quite ok.. Apparently, Miss Jebamoney thought otherwise and gave me the all time lowest grade in the class thus far... *my group's the last to present* Righttt... I guess maybe I just have low stadards cos I'm a super sucky dumb &amp; clueless geog noob. Sigh... She also gave some.. well alot.. of negative comments about my project.. what's that called again? *contructive criticism?* Rightttt... I've been working on that project for the past 3 days lah.. SIAN... My mood was officially dampened at that point.. I even skipped geog lecture to touch it up!!! *not that I actually bother* BUT I ACTUALLY SPENT A LOT OF EFFORT ON THAT PIECE OF WORK!!!&lt;br /&gt;... and for slacker Bernard to spend any effort at all is something very significant... It marks a milestone of effort spent in my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, happy group number 2 presenters, frolicking all over the place in their woop-dee-doo caricarture-like whatchamacallit presenting styles, ranted on in great detail about the Flood of the Yangze river of 1998 and how it affected the little tweety birds around the area before nagging the highest mark ever recieved in our class... RIGHTTTTTTTTTTTT...&lt;br /&gt;Well, life certainly &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; disheartening.. When we went for GP, Norsheha thought I was a lazy ass slacker cos I did not do the summary on obesity.. I certainly WOULD have done it have I not spent the past THREE nights slaving, sweating and working my poor little heart to its maximun working capacity doing the geog project which I flunked the period before, not before the agonising loss to Mr "Oh-look-at-me-I-can-pronounce-the-names-of-chinese-provinces-so-well-woop-see-day-see". ARGHHHHHHH... B-I-T-C-H...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came Bio SPA.. I seriously gave the examiner the world's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIGGEST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;screwdriver to screw me over, upside down, from left to right and even digonally from the distant hills of Mongolia to the Wailing wall in Jerusalem, Isreal.. So that I can continue to wail and sob there... Nothing more to say about this.. Die Bernard... D-I-E.. DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, I really glad to have gotten all that outta my system.. It seriously constipates my mood and makes me bitchy all day.. No more grudges now ^^ Yay!! Happier days are coming to stay.. hey.. that all rhymed.. yay!! I'm a poettttttt ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/dots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did say happier days are coming..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the present still sux...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What more can I possibly say? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life stinx at the moment... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sad.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I needa hugggg...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea.. here's a cute link courtesy of Edmund: &lt;a href="http://www.bigad.com.au"&gt;www.bigad.com.au&lt;/a&gt; Try it.. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112678952734252694?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112678952734252694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112678952734252694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112678952734252694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112678952734252694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/09/horrible-days.html' title='Horrible days..'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112608791092847745</id><published>2005-09-07T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:23:14.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sianzer than Sian</title><content type='html'>Promos are coming and it's studying for me.. Sianz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I enjoyed the past 2 days.. as in.. really enjoyed : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was spent playing badminton with friends from 12noon to 3 in the afternoon.. Of course, we were all slapped left and right by Haosiang and his unparalelled-slash-superb playing skills.. but hey.. We had fun.. Lunch was awfully.. horrid claypot rice at Hougang Mall food court on the uppermost level of the building.. repeat after me.. A-W-F-U-L-L.. It was by far, the worse claypot rice I have ever.. EVER.. eaten.. Ghastly with a capital "G"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY CAMP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for Waiyip's house soon after and a some.. well.. quite a bit of rest before actually studying.. Quite productive, to say the least.. At least I managed to understand a bit more about Geog.. Haha.. We studied late into the night and into the wee hours of the morning.. Slept for 4 hours before setting off for school the next morning for Sectionals.. which eventually became Jazz Band practice + 10mins sectionals cos we were all so tired.. Or maybe it was just me.. I wonder.. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen's House.. Digimon was fun although I kept dying.. but fun nevertheless... : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Waiyip's house.. Didn't study much.. We had PIZZA!!! YAY!!! PIZZA HUT pizza!!! Was nice to eat pizza for a change after the past few days of rice-slash-noodle-slash-rice-again... slept at around 1am and woke up at 11am.. Ate breakfast before going home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOCKED OUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidest event of the day... I didn't bring my keys!!! and my parents weren't in.. I had to take a train all the way to clarke quay and back to retrieve it from my father... Sianz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired now... so I guess I'll go take a rest before studying a bit... ARGH... Studying... Sianzzzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112608791092847745?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112608791092847745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112608791092847745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112608791092847745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112608791092847745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/09/sianzer-than-sian.html' title='Sianzer than Sian'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112583524109788932</id><published>2005-09-04T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T20:00:41.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ERRATUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Note: Due to Vivians disapproval, The following was amended from my last post:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Vivian's crush" is no longer "Vivian's crush" and is replaced by a blank..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(we all know that this is highly UN-true and that I'm a compulsive liar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vivian is good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vivian is nice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believe me and your a fool  : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112583524109788932?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112583524109788932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112583524109788932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112583524109788932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112583524109788932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/09/erratum.html' title='ERRATUM'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112576768676003589</id><published>2005-09-04T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T01:14:46.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teehee... I love fish food : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/Picture%20680.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a fun day.. Just came back from Grapevine and subsequently, tou huay, with none other than the Nelians. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to be a Nelian. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent Happenings and Updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out Haosiang has 10 course dinners with his family on Sat AND Sun nights.. as well as 164613168318156132165545534643076046188464 course dinners every other day... Countless shark fins and abalones too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw Sherman's best friend aka Vivian's crush aka Mingjie's aquintance aka "cute looking guy" or so I heard... and saw... at Grapevine too.. Rightttt.. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn studied maths 4.5 hours today.. Mingjie studied maths 3 hours today.. Haosiang studied the entire physics syllabus already.. I slept/slacked the entire day away.. Err.. Righttt..  : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comm treat this week was kinda fun.. But I hope I won't be seeing another Seoul Garden steam boat/frying pan ever.. EVER again.. or more realistically, not in the near future for that matter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some Neoprints..  *Note* The machines at Heeren are spastic in nature.. Ceneleisure's were more user friendly.. I have a major inaptitude in reading Jap... I like user friendly stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/comm11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going badminton with Haosiang on Monday *Wootssss*  Gosh, I can't wait.. Yippee : ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just filed my Geog file and redrew the Constructive/Destructive plate margins diagram and Cumulative Causation flow chart.. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't really know what to blog about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just happy to be alive.. : ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its kinda late.. So.. Time to clock more hours of sleep for today.. Night..  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;~Will be dreaming tonight.. Happy thoughts await me.. Toodles : ) ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112576768676003589?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112576768676003589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112576768676003589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112576768676003589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112576768676003589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/09/teehee-i-love-fish-food.html' title='Teehee... I love fish food : )'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112523405393170739</id><published>2005-08-28T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T21:11:50.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promos are coming...</title><content type='html'>Yes.. It's that horrible and dreadful time of the year again--The exam period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I ask myself.. What have I done in preparation for the coming exams so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. It is worrying that I have not started mugging and that I have yet to flip open the first pages of my textbooks.. Problem is.. I just can't find the mood.. and there's only about 5 more weeks left? meaning.. 1 week per subject.. REALLY insufficient time if you ask me.. So.. maybe I ought to start soon.. yes.. that famous word all of us procrastinators love to use.. "soon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fail!!! ARGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 random events that just happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My PW mate just popped up and told me to finish my part in our PW written report.. I have yet to finish my part of the PW written report.. which rings a bell.. Eom-- undone.. Not good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A porn pop-up just popped up... o_O&lt;br /&gt;     No. I did not open it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happier days are coming! *I hope, that's if I don't get retained*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;~FIESTA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:)  Teehee.. Thinking about it just makes me wanna smile and wriggle my toes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112523405393170739?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112523405393170739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112523405393170739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112523405393170739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112523405393170739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/08/promos-are-coming.html' title='Promos are coming...'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112471913733964043</id><published>2005-08-22T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T22:00:03.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Events Events..</title><content type='html'>I'm finally updating my blog ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Many events have gone on in the past howmanydaysihavenotupdatedmyblog... Here's a short synopsis of the major ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th August, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After band I checked my handphone for sms-es and found out my mom had been warded in hospital for Dengue Fever.. Was kinda worried..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th August, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended lessons after 5.15pm.. Horrid Bio lesson.. Raced time back home to grab some stuff mom wanted... Rushed down to the hospital to pass them to her.. Returned home at night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th August, 2005 = Scourging at the Pillar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrade my Birdae on the 20th.. Band frenz sang lovely tunes of Happy Birthday.. Before they cornered me and had me pillared, of course.. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;And bunches of THANKS to everyone who chipped in for the gift.. It was really sweet...&lt;br /&gt;Brother came home for the weekend from NS...&lt;br /&gt;Dad rushed home from an overseas job upon hearing about mom's ailment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th August,2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom still in hospital.. Visited her with my father and brother.. Aunt and Uncle came soon after.. bringing cookies and Durian mookcakes.. Pangseh-ed Mingjie, Edmund, Vivian, Tasneem, Thiam kee and Kevin by not goin to eastcoast with them.. Sorry guys!!! Went out for Grapevine with the Nelians.. Actually invited non-nel ppl.. But the Ewlards and Mr NSL denied the invitation..&lt;br /&gt;I finally jumped out of Mr poverty's vicious line of attack.. Imcome has come flying down from the skies in the form of Birdae Hong Baos.. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st August, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!! Dad's Birdae... Mom was discharged from hospital.. YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd August, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todaeee!!! ^.^ nothing much.. just school.. boring school..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112471913733964043?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112471913733964043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112471913733964043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112471913733964043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112471913733964043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/08/events-events.html' title='Events Events..'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112428776960257398</id><published>2005-08-17T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T22:26:30.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Turn of the Tide...The Boy who needed a shoulder to cry on..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This post is rather contradicting with my previous post.. However, this is the way I am feeling at present and so.. It shall be written..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In life, we all experience our fair shares of ups and downs.. No doubt some more than others, this rather disturbing truth, inevitably, remains a fact of life.. Have you ever felt as if you were going through a phase in your life in which you feel that you have reached the ultimate pinnacle of sadness and anguish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was once of the most demoralising days for me.. Brought about not just by one event that occured during the course of today, but several such events which cumulatively led me to the state of intense grief I am currently experiencing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is hard for all of us to fathom why things turn out the way they do.. what we are to do.. and how we must stand alone against the relentless tenacity of such events which continue to deluge our lives.. erradicating all hints of happiness and joy we hold on to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How is it that one can find such strength to not only stand against this inundation of woes, but repel it and change its course? How can we turn the tide? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is it possible? Or are we all truly... &lt;em&gt;alone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The days have gone down in the west behind the hills into shadow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;---Lord of the Rings; Two towers &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112428776960257398?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112428776960257398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112428776960257398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112428776960257398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112428776960257398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/08/at-turn-of-tidethe-boy-who-needed.html' title='At the Turn of the Tide...The Boy who needed a shoulder to cry on..'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112419951766869341</id><published>2005-08-16T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T21:38:38.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful world.. Beautiful people..</title><content type='html'>Ok... I'm feeling quite high today and I just wanna say that I am blessed with THE BEST PW group ever.. I totally luv my four other group members to bits cos, despite all the terrible tales I've heard about PW, I haven't really come to hate the subject... Largely due of my groupmates of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed chinese class for Gelare with Thiam Kee, Genevis, Ting Zhang, Mingjie, Edmund and Tasneem... Wanted Sherman to go too... but he went for funfunfun chinese class.. so funfunfun... -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, walking home today was made extra enjoyable with Tasneem's company and her funny jokes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote.. I'm down for Napfa 5 items tmr.. Urgh.. meaning I miss Band.. Jericho and Pilatus.. ARGHHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112419951766869341?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112419951766869341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112419951766869341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112419951766869341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112419951766869341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/08/beautiful-world-beautiful-people.html' title='Beautiful world.. Beautiful people..'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112334711006540541</id><published>2005-08-07T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T14:52:02.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Saturday... Nothing else.. JUST Saturday.. -_-"</title><content type='html'>Same old same old.. Today was boring.. nothing much happened.. The liveliest thing was dinner.. going out with Legend and Mingjie for dinner at Chomp Chomp.. Then we had tou huay for dessert near hearland mall and off home again.. We also talked about the great foods many places had to offer.. planning for a series of dinners the NEL people can enjoy ^.^ Yea!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee.. Just something I found on the web... Looks like litle red riding hood got more than what she bargained for..  Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/2253_tn1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/2253_tn1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/2253_tn.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112334711006540541?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112334711006540541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112334711006540541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112334711006540541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112334711006540541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/08/todays-saturday-nothing-else-just.html' title='Today&apos;s Saturday... Nothing else.. JUST Saturday.. -_-&quot;'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112325316562585748</id><published>2005-08-05T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T22:46:05.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unhappy Unhappy...</title><content type='html'>That being said.. I &lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nhappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... The Geography text book (Waugh) I bought for a pocket-burning 60 bucks has been discovered to be totally rubbish.. Apart from the Human geog case studies it features.. It is totally rubbish.. rubbish RUBBISH &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RUBBISH&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for information on Dolines (in non-geogy terms.. It's basically a type of Limestone landform) and only found 3 paragraphs on it? The information provided was brief and inadequate... Apparently someone wanted to finish typing the text book on time to milk this here geography student of his cash... What a total waste of money.. Urgh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke... Arhhh... I'm currently having to stinge on everything cos I'm financially challenged at the moment.. Noo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of tutorials undone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much white hair.. Makes me look old.. Urgh.. (I'd like to think it's a sign of wisdom.. but my JCT results just prove to the contrary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting more and more exponentially crappy/lame... Not good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's something wrong with me.. It's probably a personal thing.. Not good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lighten the mood of this blog, since almost all my previous posts have been melancholic and depressing, here's a riddle for all of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arnold Schwarzenegger has a long one...&lt;br /&gt;Lee Kwan Yew's is rather short...&lt;br /&gt;Indians, usually, have it longer...&lt;br /&gt;Chinese have it shorter...&lt;br /&gt;Mao Zhe Dong's is really hairy...&lt;br /&gt;The Eunuch loses his when he enters the palace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the length of mine? (If you gve up/solved it... scroll down for the answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mine is 4... 4 letters long.. It's my surname.. "C-H-O-O"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*If u got it correct, Great!!! Give yourself a pat on the back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*If u got it wrong.. What were you thinking.. Tsk Tsk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=&lt;strong&gt;Finis&lt;/strong&gt;=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112325316562585748?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112325316562585748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112325316562585748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112325316562585748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112325316562585748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/08/unhappy-unhappy.html' title='Unhappy Unhappy...'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112308070261713785</id><published>2005-08-03T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:51:42.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is wrong with me..</title><content type='html'>Something is wrong with me.. *yes.. I noe.. I repeated the title..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been PMS-ing far too often these past few days.. ending up snapping at people and flaring up.. Gosh.. wad's wrong with me?? It's kind of some Dr Bernard and Mr Bitch syndrome.. Urghh.. I &lt;strong&gt;MUST&lt;/strong&gt; find some way to control myself! Darn.. Not good..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112308070261713785?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112308070261713785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112308070261713785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112308070261713785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112308070261713785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/08/something-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='Something is wrong with me..'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112290741977596636</id><published>2005-08-01T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:43:39.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something light...</title><content type='html'>This is probably my shortest entry thus far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. Today, I was just walking past the chem labs to take my chem spa when I saw the most hilarious thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rather familiar, well.. very familiar, face with some population explosion sort of mad hair splat right on the tourism club's notice board suddenly popped right out into my line of sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly laughed my heart out.. You noe who you are!!! HAHA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112290741977596636?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112290741977596636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112290741977596636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112290741977596636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112290741977596636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/08/something-light.html' title='Something light...'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112272720315537889</id><published>2005-07-30T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T22:43:40.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An epic journey of a group of slimes &amp; co. halfway across the globe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/Picture%201011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The journey begins!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up in the morning to do some.. well a lot of last-minute packing for my trip ahead... The sky was clear and bright and my heart was brimming with excitement and delight.. I was finally going to Europe!! Wooooootz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. anyway.. we all met in Maris before departure.. Everyone was kinda busy packing their stuff and their instruments, making sure we didn't miss anything out.. I was actually looking forward to seeing the many sights Europe had offer at the time to really look back at all the great stuff Singapore had to offer.. Two chartered buses ferried us to the airport soon after..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At Changi Airport...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were greeted by familiar faces and friends who came to bid us farewell and wish us a safe journey ahead.. :) Thanks guys!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/400/Picture%200612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/400/Picture%200032.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes.. In life, it is never easy to leave what we have behind and venture forwards..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of us find strength in our friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Others just accept it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/400/Picture%200022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Of course, parting isn't always easy.. 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We all have to say our goodbyes and leave for the journey ahead..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shortly after our plane departed from the airport and we made our way across the continents to the distant city of Amsterdam, Europe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The plane ride was a grueling 12 hour one which was butt crampingly long.. As usual, we found things to do aborad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of us slept...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/Picture%200013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/Picture%200013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/400/Picture%200014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Others found themselves obsessed with their work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/400/Picture%200083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Of course, we all had our share of dining aboard the plane...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/400/Picture%200113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As we stared out into the twilight of the night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/400/Picture%200133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally, our plane touched down and the long awaited breeze of European air rushed past us as we exited from the aircraft...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amsterdam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A distant land of cute urinals with pictures of flies which encourage aiming... condom dispensors... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/400/Picture%200141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;windmills...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/400/Picture%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/Picture%200013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Beautiful architechure...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%200251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%200281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%200261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and wooden clogs...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/400/Picture%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/400/Picture%200291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/400/Picture%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/400/Picture%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;[Taken at the wooden clog factory in Amsterdam.. We visited this place on the first day during the city tour... Later, we proceeded on a tour of the city on bus.. Ending off with a Canal cruise and viewing of the network of canals and bridges..]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some pictures of the canal cruise...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%200401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%200411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With that.. A whole day has gone by in a flash.. And slimes and Co. were off to their next destination.. Kerkrade.. A small musical town in the middle of no where.. Home to the fairies and pixies which dwell in their mystical hidaways of lore.. *largely due to Kevin's influence*.. Location of the dreaded hostel.. Arghh.. *dramatic chord* The Hostel... Arghhh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Hostel was basically some army boot camp sort of lodging we got.. The beds were bunk style and pillows had to be self inflated.. To make matters worst.. we had to share the hostel's facilities to a large group of very inconciderate Malaysians.. From some Malaysian Band... Despite the major setbacks and boring nature of the place.. Slimes and Co., being the highly resourceful individuals they are.. found joy and happiness in cheap thrills and card games to keep themselves entertained whilst occassionally embarking on expeditions to find the fairies and pixies that colonised the nearby fields and vegetation.. Such resourcefulness partly due to elite training was imparted upon us in the most realistic real time simulations and state of the art facilities---TJC's very own lecture theatres.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The hostel area and it's "fun" facilities...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%200461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%200471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%200481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Funfunfun.. &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; -.-""&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The expeditions we set off in search of those tiny magical critters...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%20052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our search for the fairy stronghold continued..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%20055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alas.. due to the time contraints imposed unpon us.. and an undefined number of paths obscured by shit left behind by an army of diarhetic sheep... We found none..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%200500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Or so we thought...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Competition&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After 2 days of practice in the harsh and freezing conditions outdoors... We finally set off for the competition.. clueless of the outcome and more than excited as our torture was soon coming to an end..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%20053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well.. The entire competition was a totally new experience to me, to say the least.. While waiting for results.. the European bands were so different from local ones.. They cheered, sang and had fun instead of being anxious of the results.. Well.. Competitions should be this way if you ask me... Afterall.. Isn't music to be enjoyed rather than a medium used to create stress? Hmmm.. Food for thought.. What is wrong with the art sector in Singapore? Do we really care too much about results rather than enjoyment of what we do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If it is any consolation.. We managed to bag a gold.. I still do not know how we did it or even what the judges were thinking at the time.. Afterall.. We weren't the most deserving or people.. However, a gold is a gold and I'd just like to think that the fairies had showered some of that good ol' divine intervention on us on that day.. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%20068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%200701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%20072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With the end of the competition.. We were free and the real enjoyment had started.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;However.. the journey to Paris was a heroin one.. echoing that of our plane ride.. A 7 hour long journey by coach from Kerkrade, across the Brussels highway and into the capital of France... &lt;strong&gt;Paris!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Pronounced-Pa-Hrii)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Most of us were bored and slept on the bus waking up only to discover the mad hair that grew on our heads.. Countless unglam photos were taken.. Phtos which will not be featured in this blog.. There were people, however, who managed to stay in prime condition throughout the course of our journey...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%20083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sherman.. Glamorous as ever..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The city of love.. pleasant weather.. clear blue skies.. and home of the Old Lady of Paris.. Otherwise known as the Eiffel Tower..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%201161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our trip up UP &lt;strong&gt;UP&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%20105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And of course.. The captivating and scenic views we beheld from the Eiffel tower...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%20103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%20100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%20089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%20099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%20092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%201012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%20098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Breathtaking huh? I thought so too..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Plus here's a picture of the eiffle tower stuffed toy Sherm and I found.. He insisted it looked like somethingelse.. Maybe that's why it caught his attention... Sherman.. I bet u like it la.. haha..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/Picture%20096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*still under construction.. stay tuned*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;updates include.. disneyland and Belgium..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112272720315537889?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112272720315537889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112272720315537889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112272720315537889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112272720315537889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/07/epic-journey-of-group-of-slimes-co.html' title='An epic journey of a group of slimes &amp; co. halfway across the globe..'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112265408762768033</id><published>2005-07-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T00:23:20.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode XXX + 1... Attack of the Tutorials..</title><content type='html'>Alright.. Like the title sugguests.. I just received piles of homework which have accummulated over the period of time I was away.. MIA-ing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heartiest of thanks to dear Pamela Teo for compiling all my tutorials, notes and even summarising what the class did every lesson of the past few days... THANK YOU PAM!!! I owe you.. big time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news:&lt;br /&gt;My PW group did not slaughter me...&lt;br /&gt;Cao Cao's Chinese class was cancelled today.. wootz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news:&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to give some of the stuff I bought from Europe to the peeps in Sherm's class.. (we are in the same Chinese class... and yes.. we all suffer under the rain of the grueling Cao dynasty--An Era of complete and overwhelming boredom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ghastly tale*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. So I left halfway thru TJ band prac for Maris to attend our very own Founder's Day Ceremony.. Bleagh.. The Emcee was like this totally cannot-make-it guy who tries to speak with a slang, making him sound atrociously stilted and unsound.. His chinese counterpart was alright.. Possibly because he was a China scholar who knew how to speak fluently in Mandrain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hall was hot and stuffy... The seats were so closely packed together that all of the other prize recipients were practically leaning on each other for support as we slept through the ceremony..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese pugilistic club also put up this super hilarious cannot-make-it performance with the drums and cymbals... They kept pounding the exact same melody (lion dance gibberish) into our heads... Some of their steps were also quite amusing.. well... at least I thought so.. I burst out into laughter several times during the performance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary section Wushu also performed.. Their performance was more interesting than that of the secondary school students to say the least.. Like... Who can ever resist the sight of cute toddlers jumping around with giant swords and spears ready to disembowel someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. that sounded wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all.. a tiring day.. waking up tmr at 9am for Tj band.. I should get some much needed rest now before my fever comes creeping back.. Argh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112265408762768033?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112265408762768033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112265408762768033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112265408762768033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112265408762768033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/07/episode-xxx-1-attack-of-tutorials.html' title='Episode XXX + 1... Attack of the Tutorials..'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112256420896454051</id><published>2005-07-28T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T23:23:28.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode XXX... Return of the Slime...</title><content type='html'>Yep!! I'm returning to school tmr.. After being away for 8 days.. Goodness knows what piles of homework await me.. Plus I've read the blogs of friends of mine who seem quite happy that the slime gang and co. are returning although I don't really like them calling us that.. Cos slime brings about a somewhat saggy nature.. Eeeww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to school with a smile tmr! Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam for helping me keep my homework and work during my being MIA...&lt;br /&gt;All the subject reps from my class for keeping stuff for me..&lt;br /&gt;All my friends for missing me...&lt;br /&gt;All e ppl who went abroad with me for keeping me company and keeping the happy Bernard candle lit..&lt;br /&gt;Teachers their not being around for 8 days to bother me..&lt;br /&gt;The doctor at the polyclinic who gave me a 2 day mc..&lt;br /&gt;Myself for bothering to typoe all this down..  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112256420896454051?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112256420896454051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112256420896454051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112256420896454051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112256420896454051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/07/episode-xxx-return-of-slime.html' title='Episode XXX... Return of the Slime...'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112255803417211365</id><published>2005-07-28T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T21:40:34.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotter than I already am..</title><content type='html'>Ok.. that title just sucks.. I have a fever.. FEVER... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FEVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling hot.. *in the feverish way.. don't get me wrong.. haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate to be sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning feeling as if a brick had smashed right into my head and flown out the other side...  I have a blocked nose, fever and a sore throat that seems to make me feel thirsty all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school today and pretty much stayed in bed the entire day after visiting the doctor at the polyclinic.. I feel that I've wasted an entire day doing absolutely nothing... Yep.. The feeling sucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things going on in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea.. I just got a new pet.. well.. two new pets to be exact.. I just bought two small eels cos they looked kinda cool at the fish store..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was looking through the photos taken in Europe.. I realised that I really did not take many individual photos and photos that featured 2 or 3 people.. Reason... Whenever we took photographs.. everyone would just jump into the picture.. haha.. Somehow.. all the pictures look the same cos they all feature the same people.. EVERYONE.. haha.. Arghhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still working on the entry featuring my trip to Europe.. *stay tuned*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling sick at the moment.. Waiting to be swarmed by homework tmr when I finally step back into school after 8 days of MIA-ing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My PW group is probably cursing and swaring at me for MIA-ing.. Planning to bribe them with stuff I bought from Europe.. haha.. Kiddin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookin forward to see everyone tmr.. Yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112255803417211365?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112255803417211365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112255803417211365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112255803417211365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112255803417211365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/07/hotter-than-i-already-am.html' title='Hotter than I already am..'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112247530684613193</id><published>2005-07-27T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T22:49:03.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no town like hometown..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SG SG SG!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to be back in Singapore where the food rocks and tap water is potable.. w00tz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 7 days have been a blast.. consisting of ups and downs and of course.. great memories that I'll hold onto forever... Amsterdam, Luxembourg, Brussels, Belgium, Paris &amp; Kerkrade.. Also, I haven't been updating my blog for a long time and I apologise for that.. I'll be covering the entire course of my trip to Europe over the next few days, complete with pictures of course.. I've got so much to share and tell.. Gosh.. I'm just bursting with excitement to tell everyone.. Woohoo.. *stay tuned*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I just wanna say that though I'm sure that I'm gonna miss Europe bunches.. I'm just happy, and partly relieved, to be back here in Sg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also.. Thank you Tasneem and Vivian for making your way all the way to Changi to meet up with us today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things learnt from the trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Always sit next to a close friend on board the plane to lean on for support or you'll just suffer from cramps while trying to sleep.. &lt;em&gt;Thanks Sherm&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;-Do &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;buy stuff from stores your tour guides bring you to.. goods there are more often than not, overpriced.. Tour guides earn commission from them!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Chan Brother's are con men... Their tour guides drink red wine while you eat sucky chinese food.. in a country that is predominantly french..&lt;br /&gt;-Try not to Zao Geng everywhere you go..&lt;br /&gt;- No guy is innocent.. Every guy does &lt;strong&gt;IT...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Its a fact... Period.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fairies do &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; exist...&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Despite Kevin's claims to the contrary..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;3% of Methane gas in the atmosphere is contributed by Mingjie's relentless belching..&lt;br /&gt;-Haosiang is in to horses... &lt;em&gt;don't ask me why..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sherman's first pet was a goldfish.. &lt;em&gt;that died in a week..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Will you catch me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If I fall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;For you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112247530684613193?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112247530684613193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112247530684613193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112247530684613193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112247530684613193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/07/theres-no-town-like-hometown.html' title='There&apos;s no town like hometown..'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112153262011133035</id><published>2005-07-16T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T12:29:13.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day had just gone by...</title><content type='html'>Ok.. Today was a crazy day for me that adds on to my increasingly depressed state... TJ band this morning rocked.. but everything went downhill after that.. Timing for alumni was shifted to evening instead of afternoon... as a result... I could not attend it.. you see.. I rushed off to dinner with my entire family cos today was the 80th Birthday of my grandmother, the only grandparent I have left.. I promised my mom that I would go and that I would not get myself involved in any event that falls on this day... And I saw that promise through... I only managed to practice with Kevin and Alrick for 30 minutes in the Bandroom before rushing off??? I went all the way down for that.. and I had to Cab back home.. which cost a bomb to my already financially deprived state..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner consisted of a lot of talking, shark's fin, peking ducks, scallops, crabs, prawns, steamed fish and all... But I really wish I didn't have to miss today's alumni prac.. I mean it's so near to the competition and I'm still missing pracs! I bet Lin Sheng must be thinking that I am some low-class slacker who plays horribly off key and awfully out of tune and is very irresponsible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/mrlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/mrlin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.. I spent most of the time during dinner thinking about the alumni and how much I was missing.. It was a sad day for me, to say the least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though.. I did enjoy the desert which was a fried bun in the shape of a hedgehog.. OOoooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, there was a whole lot of them...&lt;br /&gt;Take a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/DSC00302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/DSC00302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to adopt one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/DSC003041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/DSC003041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww... Isn't it cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/DSC00307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/DSC00307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/DSC00308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/DSC00308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ate it!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep... sad day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112153262011133035?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112153262011133035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112153262011133035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112153262011133035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112153262011133035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-day-had-just-gone-by.html' title='Another day had just gone by...'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112144517708303213</id><published>2005-07-16T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T00:32:57.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Craplord of Crap...</title><content type='html'>Ok.. so I kinda felt really really down today after a long and tiring day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought things could not possibly get worse.. Fate, once again, proved me wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to weigh myself for fun and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that I put on weight &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;.. (60kg - 63kg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.. I'm going on a diet + Exercise routine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Sux...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112144517708303213?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112144517708303213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112144517708303213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112144517708303213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112144517708303213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-craplord-of-crap.html' title='Oh Craplord of Crap...'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112126824533461664</id><published>2005-07-13T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T00:19:13.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey---This is just not me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=Troubling Times=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One word.. "unrest".. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The past few days have been an emotional roller coaster for me.. My feelings have been fluctuating both up and wayyy down the mood scale.. The most puzzling thing is that I don't even know what's gotten into me.. where's the happy ray of sunshine in me that was present just one month ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. I wonder what I'm actually doing nowadays.. I've never actually had a period or the time of the month before (well.. obviously).. I've not felt this way for a long long time.. I thought that was just a passing phase and that it was long over.. But things somehow seen different nowadays.. I have this high tendency of almost blowing up infront of people, bottling my feelings up deep in the dark recesses of my mind (I normally don't do this), violent changes in temperament, I tend to piss people off with remarks and jokes which might seem crude and insensitive to some (ie.. scandalising people), feeling down/worried/sad/dreadful most of the time and having thoughts of hurting myself in a manner that almost qualifies as suicidal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is almost constantly cluttered with worries and thoughts.. about the past(what I had said and done), the present.. and how the future unfolds for me.. There's this void in the very dephs of my heart.. A sense of emptiness.. Whenever I laugh or smile nowadays, it just doesn't feel genuine.. It's weird cos I don't feel the "Bernard factor" anymore.. Where's my happiness? I want it back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my path is obscured by these emotional boulders which are much too heavy for me to lift alone.. It's like an inner voice shrieking relentlessly.. Tearing me from inside out.. I need help.. I'm breaking apart and breaking down.. I think I'm missing something.. or someone? I can't quite put my finger on it.. But it's like part of my soul has been stolen away.. The happier part of my soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing holding me intact and keeping me sane are my friends - Especially all the ex-marists and the TJ Band members..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need an emotional sanitary pad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112126824533461664?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112126824533461664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112126824533461664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112126824533461664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112126824533461664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/07/grey-this-is-just-not-me.html' title='Grey---This is just not me..'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112113270993967384</id><published>2005-07-12T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T09:45:09.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Galaxy not so far far away.. The Return of the Blogger...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JCT BORES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=Episode 1=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=Return of the Blogger=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The relentless and inevitable siege of the evil JCT federation, has left the Bernard Republic in shambles.. The devastated Republic remains lost and broken after the invasion.. Hope and happiness have been imprisoned and constant waves of rioting have become commonplace in society.. Having fallen into the clutches of the evil general Fail, The Bernard Senate(1 person) has decided to call for desperate measures... An ambassador has been sent to quil the unrest and trauma present in the Republic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Ok... So its been a loonnggg time since Bernard has updated his blog.. And what better time to do it, than a free period in TJC's very own Hub.. Where electricy for the use of computers and aircon are &lt;strong&gt;FREE!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, Bernard has received many complaints about not updating his blog in the past few weeks.. But fear not! The Blogger has returned.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Blog or not to blog? That is the Question...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-William Shakesbeer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112113270993967384?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112113270993967384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112113270993967384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112113270993967384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112113270993967384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/07/in-galaxy-not-so-far-far-away-return.html' title='In a Galaxy not so far far away.. The Return of the Blogger...'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112031699502571968</id><published>2005-07-02T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T00:06:59.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEWARE.. This post is quite boring...</title><content type='html'>So anyway, today began early.. Having slept at 4.30am, I was ripped away from my dear and much-needed sleep by the evil alarm clock in my handphone.. 8am.. I only had 3.5 hrs to sleep.. Wth??Anyway, guess what? Lazy Bernard switched it off *as usual* and crawled back into bed to resume his sleep... and just when I thought I was just about to dose back into dreamland... Haosiang's handphone alarm rang!!! And woke me up, pulling me back to reality.. Oh yea.. I must comment.. His handphone alarm tune is Soo cutee!!&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story... Being the ever lazy person I am, I still remained tucked in the bed snoozing away.. Sad to say, good things never last.. Haosiang woke me up AGAIN cos we had to get ready to leave the house for Band at 9am.. After washing up and all, we were all greeted with Waiyip's maid's ,Billy's, home cooked breakfast.. We had fruit salad with graes, honeydew, apples and all other fruits... A hotdog bun with a hotdog *Durh*.. A plate of deep-fried potato wedges, which tasted kinda good if you ask me and a cup of Orange juice...&lt;br /&gt;Guess what.. I reached school just 10mins after I finished breakfast.. YES!!! Thats how close Waiyip's house is to school.. To think I usually spend about an hour getting to school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band was fun though... I kinda missed it during the horrid JCT week when I didn't manage to keep in touch with neither my instrument nor my friends... The horrible thing was that throughout the earlier half of the practice, the only two people in the trombone section were Kevin and I... So effectively, that makes 1.5 trombonists present.. (kevin = 1 trombonist and I'm half a trombonist cos I suck... alot) I would love to call myself a spastic and retarded musician.. but thats an understatement for Bernard the Un-musical...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result: I managed to display my musical INaptitude on countless occasions during the practice.. Dancing megahits, for me, was a disaster cos Lin Shen asked the trombones to play certain parts.. I either came in early, late, never or came in correctly, with horrible pitching and tuning...&lt;br /&gt;One of the worst moments was when I totally mispitched and played almost a semi-tone off tune... I almost wanted to dig a hole and bury myself inside when everyone suddenly jolted back staring at me.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After band, I suddenly had this monstrous dilema.. The J1s were going out and asked all of us to come along.. But today just so happens to have Marist Alumni.. *woohoo.. I'm so excited -_-""*&lt;br /&gt;Edmund, Ting Zhang and I were put in the spot where we had to discuss how we were to spend the rest of our day.. to choose between fun and "fun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the best part.. we chose "fun" ...Gasp...&lt;br /&gt;Practice ended quite early and after we were dismissed, I actually spent 2+ hours just practicing non-stop.. My left hand hurt after that period of time cos of the weight of my trombone on my finger... LoL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea.. the day ended off in an anti-climate fashion.. How "fun"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112031699502571968?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112031699502571968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112031699502571968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112031699502571968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112031699502571968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/07/beware-this-post-is-quite-boring.html' title='BEWARE.. This post is quite boring...'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112024865305953969</id><published>2005-07-02T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T04:10:53.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams finally over!!!</title><content type='html'>The exams ended already and I'm currently at Waiyip's house blogging this while everyone is sleeping... Bio paper was okay, but geog was killer.. Oh yea.. sumthing to look forward to.. There's Band tmr morning at 9am.. Wootz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. it's currently about 4am on Saturday morning and I'm bored.. Nobody is online.. and there's nothing much to do at this time considering most people in the house are already asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Reflections***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So, anyway, Haosiang has this super red eye after sumthing supposedly flew into his eye.. *I bet he rubbed his eyes too much after we repeatedly told him not to..* He's asleep now and I sure hope he gets better by tmr morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was also sooo... anti climatic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the geog exam, Rachel from band and Iwere totally wondering where the history students were.. welater discovered that they had left without us and went home.. The end of exams which I had so long awaited ended with nothing more than a meal outside at pastamania with 3 other girls I have never talked to before as we all felt bored and just agreed to go out.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tmr brings more fun and excitement or I'll probably roll over and die of boredom..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112024865305953969?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112024865305953969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112024865305953969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112024865305953969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112024865305953969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/07/exams-finally-over.html' title='Exams finally over!!!'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112013971615970059</id><published>2005-06-30T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:55:37.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last leg of the race.. but still not running..</title><content type='html'>Have you guys ever ran a long loonnnggg race or maybe just 2.4 but started walking when you were just 200m away from the finishing line??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!! that's exactly what I'm doing now... *If you think I'm running now.. pls slap urself.. I meant it metaphorically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, tmr is the last day of the dreaded JCTs.. Wootz!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I've already fallen into some lax and relaxed mood... I spent my whole day watching television and eating pop corn, gummies, chocalate and waffles with ice-cream...&lt;br /&gt;I also watched a movie I've wanted to watch for a long time but didn't have e time.. Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I did not go to the cinema.. I watched a pirated DVD instead.. more Wootz.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Movie watched***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEXANDER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/alex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/alex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Fine.. It's old.. That just goes to show how deprived I've totally been... -_-"""&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, it was quite a nice show, a little laggy with too much dialogue everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;But the storyline was quite interesting.. Plus, I found out halfway through the show that Alexander the Great, was gay... &lt;strong&gt;GAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I kinda thought so at the beginning.. and later confirmed my suspicions when he suddenly became intimate with this guy he knew since childhood, Hephaistion. Well, he did marry 3 other women by the end of the show and even had one to bear him a child.. so.. this leads me to only one conclusion.. He's bi.. &lt;strong&gt;BIIIIIII&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Isn't that kinda cool? Nevertheless, I just have to admit that Jared Leto (Hephaistion) and Colin Farrell (Alexander) were kinda hot!!! *rolls over and dies* Also, Alexander's mom was quite slutty too... Erps.. yea.. slutty... Out she go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***After wasting precious time***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to begin revision on geography.. Going through Bio now.. and I just realise the vast expanse of information I've forgotten over the past week since I las touched these notes.. Darnnnn... Not good.. Lookin forward to tmr (waiyip's house and party all night!!! with Haosiang Benjamin AndrewChua AnderooOnk Jinyan Kelvin and Waiyip..obviously.. haha) and Saturday (BAND BAND BAND..lalala :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112013971615970059?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112013971615970059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112013971615970059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112013971615970059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112013971615970059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/06/last-leg-of-race-but-still-not-running.html' title='Last leg of the race.. but still not running..'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-112005848480808163</id><published>2005-06-29T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T23:33:23.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on track.. Unfortunately, the WRONG track...</title><content type='html'>Yes!! I'm back on the slacker's expressway to F-grade land..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'd like to annouce that I've finished 4/6 papers by now.. Bio and Geog are left.. Unfortunately, these two gargantuan papers of mine fall smacking down on the same day.. Dreadful Friday... Preparation for Bio is almost complete and prep work for Geog is underway.. in other words.. I've not touched geog.. I'm sooo gonna fail..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences of the past few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Papers I've sat for***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math.. Terrible&lt;br /&gt;Ok... so math was a failure.. Maybe cos I sleep in lectures and don't do tutorials.. on top of that, I've never practised maths and only reviewed Maths the night before the exam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP.. Ghastly&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. By far the most satisfying paper..(I said most... I did not say it is) I think I can afford to invest some hope in this paper and pray it does not come flying back in my face with an F.. Breaking my poor fragile little heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem..Horrid&lt;br /&gt;Today's paper.. I could not do the questions on Rate of reaction and almost all the mole and VA questions... Graph sketching was done wrongly.. Not expecting much from here.. Not sure if I will even pass this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese.. Excruciatingly Terrible, Ghastly AND Horrid...GOD!!! BY FAR THE WORST PAPER... I COULD NOT PASS THIS PAPER OR EVEN UNDERSTAND SUCH GIBERISH FOR THAT MATTER.. NOT EVEN FOR THE LIFE OF ME.. Confirmed "F"I felt my soul just leave my body and left me in a gloomy and melancholic state of mind.. Depression.. Yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***My health***&lt;br /&gt;Deteriorating.. Mr Vigor is on leave.. Mr Energy is currently unavailable and Mr Spirit got hit by a stick and is now in coma.. I feel my body weak and deprived.. Deprived of good food.. good exercise.. Rest.. Freedom.. If this carries on, I'm gonna fall sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After e JCTs and a few days of rest, I hope to be exercising actively.. NAPFA is coming and my 2.4 station needs much training... PLUS... I'm growing fat... &lt;strong&gt;FAT&lt;/strong&gt;!!! So... It's about time I burnt off those calories and brought some health and vigor back... Bottomline... I need exercise... Badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***External Pressure***&lt;br /&gt;My mom just shouted from the living room downstairs and called out to me asking what I was doing.. Upon answering that I was currently using the computer... A volley of nag bombs came flying my way..&lt;br /&gt;"Your exam period is still not over, you are not doing very well for your papers and you are still using the computer.. Good luck to you..." -&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My feelings...***&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me.. I cannot withstand the inevitable from unfolding before me.. Yes.. I &lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt; going to do extremely badly for this examination.. Maybe the worst in the history of Bernard's worst history of worst things... And my mom &lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt; probably bombard me with more painful comments... I can't help but be affected by all this.. sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Happy events.. &lt;em&gt;something happy... finally&lt;/em&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Edmund's Birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;So, to celebrate this special occasion, I've drawn edmund his very own blackforest Birthday cake... Behold... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like it Edmund!!! :) &lt;em&gt;Celebrating 4 years of friendship and counting...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, with the dreary and war-like atmosphere after the chinese paper.. Sherman and his dad, being ever so kind, agreed to give Mingjie and I a lift to Bishan Junction8 where MJ and I later took 53 home.. To express Bernard's undying gratitude to Sherman and his dad, Bernard has drawn yet another picture ^^ Tadaa!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/ridehome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/ridehome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea.. The ride home was an enjoyable one indeed where we all got to talk and kinda unload some of the stuff on our minds.. Exactly what I need before my head begins to swell up and burst...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have no paper tmr, I hope to unwind tonight and rest up before mugging my way through tmr and finishing it all off on Doomsday Friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Status now***&lt;br /&gt;Worried.. Not good..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-112005848480808163?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112005848480808163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=112005848480808163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112005848480808163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/112005848480808163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-on-track-unfortunately-wrong.html' title='Back on track.. Unfortunately, the WRONG track...'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-111980152566127882</id><published>2005-06-26T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T00:10:11.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the beaten track.. Digressing...</title><content type='html'>I know that I should be treasuring the precious time left by mugging as hard as I possibly can.. But I just felt like blogging now... I'm planning to stop at 12 midnight for some hardcore mugging and I will not be logging in till friday after my last exam paper.. So, to sum it up, there will be no more posts in this blog till Friday.. So, this entry is dedicated to all the readers out there.. Specially written for you :) I wish all good luck for the exmas ahead... And may we all not be so brutally massacred... On a lighter note.. There's much to look forward when it all ends.. Yea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'd love to add that today is Denise's Birthday.. So.. HAPPY B'DAY DENISE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/den1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/den1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/den.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-111980152566127882?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/111980152566127882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=111980152566127882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111980152566127882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111980152566127882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/06/off-beaten-track-digressing.html' title='Off the beaten track.. Digressing...'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-111979368000770412</id><published>2005-06-26T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T21:49:25.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Road.. with nothing more than an empty brain and blisters</title><content type='html'>Alright.. This is the end of the road.. And I can honestly say that I will be going into the exam hall next week with completely no/nothing/zero/nil knowledge of many chapters and topics.. Bottom line.. I'm gonna do badly.. As in... Real bad... I think I'll propably get an "F" for maths... From what I hear, TJC JCTs are killer and meant to demoralize you so that the principal can "cordially" invite our parents down to school for a nice long talk.. With any luck, I hope I'll pass GP and 2 A level subs (Bio and either Geog or Chem) and chinese.. Hopefully... I hope I get a B for Bio and a C for Chem and Geog???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah... like that will ever happen... Dream on Bernard..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-111979368000770412?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/111979368000770412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=111979368000770412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111979368000770412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111979368000770412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/06/end-of-road-with-nothing-more-than.html' title='End of the Road.. with nothing more than an empty brain and blisters'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-111976717010893065</id><published>2005-06-26T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T14:30:59.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Woes.. The plot thickens...</title><content type='html'>OK... So I'm just about to plunge head-first into the deep end without a single clue of what to expect.. Yes.. I'm talking bout my ill'prepared self just about to sit for JCTs in one day's time.. If that really isn't enough to take the life of me... I'm just about to leave the house to pass haryl 2400 bucks for the trip abroad later this year.. Coupled with the 300 bucks deposit earlier on.. This trip would diminish the amount of cash in my coffers by.... 2700 BUCKS!!! WHAT?! Isn't that jus a wee-little-very-extremely-WAYYYY too much for a 7 day trip to Europe?! And if you think that this travel deal couldn't get any worse, did I mention that it included a HORRIBLY tiring and butt crampingly long 14 hour flight?! I'll totally throw up aboard the plane.. Like where in the world does Fredy ever get such horrible travel deals??? WHERE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/money1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/money1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrid Horrid Horrid... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;^&amp;@%$%^#^%&amp;amp;^*^$&amp;$&amp;amp;$^%#^$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;##^...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****Commercil Break*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;#^&amp;^%#%^@@%$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;@*&amp;amp;**???!!!!!!!!!!.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, with this seemingly huge and behemoth sum of money, I could take a nice and short flight down to Shanghai or Bangkok and indulge myself in many other different forms of money-wasting, possibly of a more entertaining and worthwhile nature... And still save up enough to sponsor my future gelare expeditions throughout the rest of this year... The itinerary better be oustandingly good... Or somebody's head is gonna roll... *ie.. Fredy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. I'm letting my vicious side come out again... *Dr Bernard and Mr Michael*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Not good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-111976717010893065?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/111976717010893065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=111976717010893065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111976717010893065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111976717010893065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/06/more-woes-plot-thickens.html' title='More Woes.. The plot thickens...'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-111971314577190934</id><published>2005-06-25T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T23:25:45.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure = ME</title><content type='html'>So anyway, remember this afternoon when I said I was gonna complete 3 sets of Chem notes today? (Atomic structure, Chem bonding and Gas laws)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I didn't!!!! I'm only on page 17 of Atomic structure.. (29 pages)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so slow... And I can't believe I spent so much time watching Teevee.. (Simpsons) and eating e cherries my mom bought from e supermarket.. PLUS! Apparently, if that isn't enough, I still have the nerve to turn my com on and.. Blog... ARGH... I'm so gonna fail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's my prob? I shouldn't even be online now.. I should be mugging.. Argh... I must stop now.. Why isn't my hand stopping.. Stop typing.. Now!! STOP!! .... Excuse me... STOP!! STOP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.... Ok.. so maybe that didn't work.. Why does my hand not stop typing??? WHY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY!! It stopped.. Wait.. Isn't this typing still? Darnnnnn!! DARNNNNNN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernard throws a whole bag of Darn around his room.. Not good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-111971314577190934?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/111971314577190934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=111971314577190934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111971314577190934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111971314577190934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/06/failure-me.html' title='Failure = ME'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-111968619247623234</id><published>2005-06-25T06:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T23:26:26.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visions... Turn of the tide..</title><content type='html'>Well... I've just finished Respiration.. Haven't touched on Bio techniques yet.. I'm doomed.. Way behind schedule.. I think I'm going to start on Chem later.. I repeat.. START... So I plan to finish Gas laws, Atomic structure and Chemical bonding by today.. hope I can do it.. I update everyone by tonight on my status..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Status:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio....Completed (except for Bio techniques... argh..)&lt;br /&gt;Chem...UNtouched&lt;br /&gt;Geog...UNtouched&lt;br /&gt;Maths...Not touching it till Mon&lt;br /&gt;GP...Not touching till Mon&lt;br /&gt;Chinese...LOL?! Not touching... AT ALL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.. I can see myself one week from now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.. yes.. that's me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-111968619247623234?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/111968619247623234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=111968619247623234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111968619247623234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111968619247623234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/06/visions-turn-of-tide.html' title='Visions... Turn of the tide..'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-111962954988771339</id><published>2005-06-24T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T23:28:58.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions... of the heart..</title><content type='html'>Why must the world be so complex..&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to live such protocol lives..&lt;br /&gt;Cant the world be simpler? At a slower pace.. Green pastures, open fields, lush green hills with the sun on the horizon, clear skies with fluffy blue clouds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/lolz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/lolz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a world like this this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/boncompound???compound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/boncompound%3F%3F%3Fcompound.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-111962954988771339?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/111962954988771339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=111962954988771339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111962954988771339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111962954988771339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/06/questions-of-heart.html' title='Questions... of the heart..'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-111960644029773067</id><published>2005-06-24T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T23:28:44.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woes.. as ripples become waves..</title><content type='html'>Woes.. Yes.. I have just completed Photosynthesis and have 2 chapters to go for Bio (Respiration: 25 pages and Bio Techniques 54 pages).. I'm assuming this stack will last me till tmr and that leaves me with half a weekend to complete Chemistry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small worries have just somewhat conjugated together and formed a massive Tsunami of "SCREW BERNARD" worries.. It is obvious that with the limited time I have left, it would be impossible to cover the entire syllabus.. I'm thinking of doing away with Maths for this test and concentrating on the other 3 subs.. But even so, with the little time left.. It would still be a struggle, considering chemistry requires a lot of practice and calculations.. I'm doomed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really troubling and disheartening when I hear other people being able to study so fast and all.. I guess I'm really slow and dumb?! I'm almost lost and really worried about how I'm going to cross this gigantic hurdle which is just 3 days away from now.. I don't know why the lack of urgecy is still present within me.. Normally I'd be panicking by now.. Maybe I just haven't snapped out of the holiday mood? I wish I had more time.. I'm so ill-prepared now and I'm still spending time online.. WADS WRONG WITH ME?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help.. I need some advice.. I need time.. I need to concentrate.. I need a lot of things.. Things which I can't give myself.. I'm going to die.. I'm screwed.. Not good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/hahahaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/hahahaz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-111960644029773067?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/111960644029773067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=111960644029773067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111960644029773067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111960644029773067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/06/woes-as-ripples-become-waves.html' title='Woes.. as ripples become waves..'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-111954073292366637</id><published>2005-06-23T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T18:05:31.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrid... Horrid... Horrid...</title><content type='html'>I have just finished 2 chapters of Bio... 2?! and that leaves Bio Techiniques, Photosynthesis and Respiration left.. The 3 huge chapters.. And I have not touched Chem, Geog and Maths yet.. Worst, those hours spent sleeping in lectures are totally coming back to haunt me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NOTES ARE EMPTY... EMPTIEEEEEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap.. I'm moving on to chem for today and hope I get to meet up with Haosiang tmr somewhere.. where hopefully.. HOPEFULLY.. he will lend me his notes for reference and for me to fill in those blanks.. *wishful thinking..* (Haosiang + his Bio notes = Bernard's saviour)&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. maybe I should sms him now... Yay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I read a few blogs of my friends and I was horrified to read that some people have finished revising and are going through their work a second time!!!&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO THEY DO IT?! I needa know so I can learn.. Cos I take forever to learn stuff.. I'm slow.. Very slow and I'm in desperate need of a time machine now.. so I can teleport back in time and slap myself for slacking all this while.. ARGH... I need it now again to teleport 10 mins back in time and slap myself for even turning on this com.. ARGHHHH... WHY AM I BLOGGING??? Why won't my stupid hand stop typing.. STOP STOP STOP... stupid hand.. damn it damn it damn it damn it... *I've just smsed Haosiang... waiting for reply*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, meanwhile, progress is slow and I doubt I'll ever pass the JCTs.. HELP... I need a miracle.. I've looked thru some past essay questions and found myself clueless to how to answer them..&lt;br /&gt;This is so horrible.. I'm afraid I'll have a mind blank or sumthing on the day of the exam... Before I totally fail and get disembowelled by my mom or sumthing... I'm thinking of sacrificing maths to study for the other 3 subs.. Namely Bio, Chem and Geog.. Advice anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too ill-prepared for this exam.. Not good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/DSC00600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/DSC00600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  ***BeSt FrEnz***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/lol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-111954073292366637?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/111954073292366637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=111954073292366637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111954073292366637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111954073292366637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/06/horrid-horrid-horrid.html' title='Horrid... Horrid... Horrid...'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-111954521604296617</id><published>2005-06-23T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T23:28:27.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.. :(</title><content type='html'>So anyway I just wasted 30 minutes reading through the photosynthesis power points I just downloaded to fill up the blanks in my notes.. but there's this last blank I can't find the answer to.. It's frustrating.. I thought it'd be way easier to copy the notes from a friend.. But I guess nobody's free to help Bernard at e moment... Quite sad and frustrated now.. with a whole bag full of worries.. Not good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/1600/hsandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2091/1201/320/hsandme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-111954521604296617?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/111954521604296617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=111954521604296617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111954521604296617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111954521604296617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/06/sigh.html' title='Sigh.. :('/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-111945457229374924</id><published>2005-06-22T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T23:36:12.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concentration..Concentration.. Life is a game of CONCENTRATION</title><content type='html'>OMG.. I CANT CONCENTRATE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that... It's true.. whenever I go out with people and friends for group studying, I end up realising that I've been totally UNproductive at the end of the session.. Can someone tell me why?! Why is it that other people can cover about a 100+++ pages on Market structure and other totally complicated Econs concepts during thae same time I spend to complete 8 pages.. 8!?! on the simplest topic like WATER?? Am I horribly slow and dumb?! I think I'm gonna fail my exams cos I definitely can't cover the syllabus at this rate... OMG.. I AM GONNA FAIL O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current status...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry---UNtouched&lt;br /&gt;Maths-------UNtouched&lt;br /&gt;Chinese----- To hell with this&lt;br /&gt;Geography--Untouched&lt;br /&gt;Biology------Done     : Enzymes, Transport in and out, Biological molecules (Water/Carbo)&lt;br /&gt;                       Undone: Biotechniques, Biological molecules (Lipids/Proteins), Photosynthesis Respiration&lt;br /&gt;GP----------UNtouched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so.. I repeat myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLAP ME PLEASE... Not good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-111945457229374924?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/111945457229374924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=111945457229374924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111945457229374924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111945457229374924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/06/concentrationconcentration-life-is.html' title='Concentration..Concentration.. Life is a game of CONCENTRATION'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-111927953192658845</id><published>2005-06-20T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T22:58:51.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to pick up the pace</title><content type='html'>I just spent the last 6 hours mugging with Haosiang and Hweeming.. Though it wasn't very productive *possibly cos we kept talking most of the time*, I got some work done and I'm gonna mug later too!!! yay... *Gosh.. Nvr imagined me ever saying those words.. EVER!!* But JCT's are coming and I must try to pass at least Bio Geog Gp Chinese and Chem... I have this strong feeling that I'll fail Maths... &gt;.&lt; But I hope I won't... Like duh.. Who does..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My priority list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Biology&lt;br /&gt;2.Geog&lt;br /&gt;3.GP&lt;br /&gt;4.Chem&lt;br /&gt;5.Chinese&lt;br /&gt;6.Maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me!!! I don't wanna die in JCTs.. ARGH.... Not good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-111927953192658845?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/111927953192658845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=111927953192658845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111927953192658845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111927953192658845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/06/time-to-pick-up-pace.html' title='Time to pick up the pace'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-111918500191254179</id><published>2005-06-19T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T23:44:57.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An insight of life of Bernard</title><content type='html'>It's said that ide and Tide waits for no man.. Especially when the guy has 7 days more till his June Common Tests while he's happily slacking away, not studying, and adding new articles to his blog of many more crappy articles.. *me* YES!! JCT's are on the horizon and fast approaching...ARGHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A summary of today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dragged out of bed *not to be taken literally* this morning to attend church--entertainment rating &gt;&gt; zero&lt;br /&gt;Luckily lunch soon follwed at Burger King where my mom subsidised my meal in full!!! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;A familiar face came lurking around the corner halfway through my meal.. *Derrick* As usual, he planted himself *seductively* next to a girl.. Think they were studying or smthing... *I highly stress the words "or smthing"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I left for home where I turned on my com and wasted my whole day away.. Face it.. I'm lazy.. Not good..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-111918500191254179?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/111918500191254179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=111918500191254179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111918500191254179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111918500191254179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/06/insight-of-life-of-bernard.html' title='An insight of life of Bernard'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-111916557438804262</id><published>2005-06-19T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T15:19:34.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deprived... :(</title><content type='html'>I'm sorely deprived of a life.. My parents treat me like some 10 yr old kid and I can't stay up late, cant use my com past 12 and can't do things w/o their permission.. Plus I'm scolded and almost interrogated every time I end up going home late.. Being Bernard is no fun... Not good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-111916557438804262?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/111916557438804262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=111916557438804262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111916557438804262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111916557438804262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/06/deprived.html' title='Deprived... :('/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-111889908378721970</id><published>2005-06-16T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T13:18:03.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horny Dragonflies</title><content type='html'>Oh yea.. I just remembered smthing I have forgotten to add in yesterday's blog.. While Kelvin and I were swimming in Wai yip's swimming pool, we saw 3 dragonflies.. 2 of which where super horny and hanky panky-ing in mid air.. literally attached.. and I bet e third one was some kinbd of pervert dragonfly who just couldn't mind his own business and wanted a peep... Horny.. Not good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-111889908378721970?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/111889908378721970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=111889908378721970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111889908378721970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111889908378721970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/06/horny-dragonflies.html' title='Horny Dragonflies'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-111885180343742025</id><published>2005-06-16T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T00:10:03.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do when you're bored like me</title><content type='html'>THINGS YOU CAN DO WITH ABSOLUTELY NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push your eyes for interesting light show(Amusement Potential: 1-5 minutes)See a variety of blobs, stars and flashes. Try to make out things your subconscious is trying to send you a message? Can you control what you see by pressing different areas with different forces? Would it be possible to somehow see the same effects on TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how long you can hold your breath(Amusement Potential: 4-20 minutes)Not that much fun, but it sure passes the time. Play with a friend, or try to beat your own personal best. Some tips: hyperventilate before hand, and stay as still as possible. My personal best is 2:00 (exactly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to not think about polar bears(Amusement Potential: 1-5 minutes)This is especially hard, because by trying too much, you remember what you were trying to avoid thinking of. If you try too little, you end up thinking about polar bears anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch yourself(Amusement Potential: 1-3 minutes)Go ahead, scratch yourself now. Even if nothing itches, go ahead. Doesn't that feel pretty good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat the same word over and over until it loses its meaning(Amusement Potential: 1-3 minutes)Pick a random word out of a magazine and say it aloud to yourself until it becomes a meaningless set of noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt yourself(Amusement Potential: 1-3 minutes)What is pain? Why is it unpleasant? There's nothing physical about it - it's all in your mind. Plus, after pinching yourself for awhile, boredom will seem nice next to being in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to swallow your tongue(Amusement Potential: 1-3 minutes)There's not much to say about this one. It is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend to be a car(Amusement Potential: 1-3 minutes)Make appropriate revving noises in your head as you walk along and add a racing commentary as you pass strangers in the street. Use blinking eyes as indicators for extra authenticity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at something for awhile, shut eyes, study after image(Amusement Potential: 2-5 minutes)Another great time waster. It takes about 30 seconds of staring to create an after image, and the image is then viewable for about the same length of time. Fun to combine this one with pushing on your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get yourself as nauseated as possible(Amusement Potential: 5-10 minutes)Best achieved by looking straight up and spinning around. Try to be so dizzy you can't even stand up. This is also entertaining due to the "makes boredom seem a lot better" effect (see "Hurt Yourself").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list taken from: &lt;a href="http://www.urban75.org/useless/bored.html"&gt;http://www.urban75.org/useless/bored.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-111885180343742025?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/111885180343742025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=111885180343742025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111885180343742025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111885180343742025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/06/things-to-do-when-youre-bored-like-me.html' title='Things to do when you&apos;re bored like me'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-111884960348054354</id><published>2005-06-15T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:33:23.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, some rest</title><content type='html'>So I was at Waiyip's house this morning cos I spent e night there *omg.. It's freezing with subzero temperatures in the guest room* But I survived!! :D And breakfast was like served by waiyip's maid.. So lazy me didn't have to do much.. Plus I spent half of the afternoon swimming in the pool.. Wheeeeeee.. *so happy* Late lunch was also served and I felt so pampered.. Muahaha.. ^^ *so happy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet all of you are thinking.. "What a pig.." but the fact is.. I'm a happy pig.. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-111884960348054354?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/111884960348054354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=111884960348054354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111884960348054354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111884960348054354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally-some-rest.html' title='Finally, some rest'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-111881284081463376</id><published>2005-06-15T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:25:09.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of Poor Bernard</title><content type='html'>So anyway... I've just woken up at my friend's (wai yip) house after syudying till 4.30am this morning.. (and yes.. I'm using his com to type this :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was such a blast.. After spending the morning rotting away in bed cos of my ever lazy self.. I finally found e strength to pull my ass off my bed.. which required a lot of work mind u.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the interview :( *dramatic chord*&lt;br /&gt;All e J1s and I who were to be interviewed were like.. sitting outside the band room waiting for our turns to make a fool of ourselves.. It was quite fun though.. Just that everyone was trying to scandalise Bernard for some weird reason during the long wait.. haha.. AND when it finally reached poor Bernard's turn, Bernard decided to freak out inside and screw himself upside down by getting slapped from side to side, up down left right and center.. in tt room.. :( haha..&lt;br /&gt;After the interviews the whole bunch of us went to gelare cafe at siglap where we indulged ourselves in pointless obsessions of money wasting.. On our way there I discovered Vivian's crush on Sherman's good friend Ketsu.. And thus.. vivIAN KETSU was born.. tsk tsk.. how scandalous.. But it was nice and I kinda enjoyed eating with everyone there though.. Come to think of it.. nothing much really happend besides me stuffing my face with my waffle.. gosh I sound like such a glutton.. and I think I'm growing fat &gt;.&lt; href="http://www.superarcade.com/voodoocurse.htm"&gt;http://www.superarcade.com/voodoocurse.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were practically laughing hysterically at me when I just stared clueless at the screen -.-&lt;br /&gt;Once more.. poor Bernard suffered the relentless persecution posed by his frenz who just could not resist suaning this poor defenceless and highly suanable Bernard.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I decided to get to my books and mugggg... luckily kelvin joined me halfway and we mugged till e next day.. We tried to make coffee with e instant coffe mix, but all we got was some dark sauce tasting black mixture which tasted ultra sour-ish and yucky even after I had dumped countless spoons of sugar in.. SO.. we decided to survive the night through on milo.. good old milo still tastes good even when the most handicapped of cooks make it.. (ie..ME)&lt;br /&gt;After this.. the entire night was filled with writing of notes, highlighting and reading/memorising stuff.. not fun... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my story for yesterday.. and I'll be back tonight after Alumni.. dots..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-111881284081463376?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/111881284081463376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=111881284081463376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111881284081463376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111881284081463376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/06/story-of-poor-bernard.html' title='The story of Poor Bernard'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-111859100847162017</id><published>2005-06-13T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T23:43:28.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I not Worried???</title><content type='html'>Ok.. So it's Sunday night now and there are only 2 weeks more till JCTs starting from tmr (mon).. And guess what? Mr Bernard over here hasn't even opened his books... At all.. In fact, I've just looked through my Exam timetable and found out, to my horror, that the Bio and Geog papers are on the SAME DAY *dramatic chord*... AND wait.. if you think that's just tought luck.. there's more.. Its e last day of exams and e week *friday.. gasp*.. Not only does Bernard finish his exmas one day later than everyone else.. But he has to carry this truck load of knowledge till e last day instead of just dumping it all out on the first day!!! Scambagggg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, nothing much happened today... Cos apparently, I slacked my way through the entire day w/o doing anything constructive.. ARGH... Right now my parents are downstairs watching "National Treasure" on dvd *pirated version of course* and I want to watch it too.. just that I was busy writing this silly bloggy thing that I kinda missed e beginning and now I don't know if I wanna watch it at all... ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When am I ever gonna click into study mode? This is really weird.. I wanna study.. But I just cant find e starting force to spin me into action... I need momentum!!! Someone pls kick me and yell in my ears!!&lt;br /&gt;So much for passion, purpose, drive.. Haha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13592543-111859100847162017?l=bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/feeds/111859100847162017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13592543&amp;postID=111859100847162017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111859100847162017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13592543/posts/default/111859100847162017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bernardluvstocrap.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-am-i-not-worried_12.html' title='Why am I not Worried???'/><author><name>BerNaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13070428586207870235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13592543.post-111850920825016635</id><published>2005-06-12T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T01:00:08.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first Blog of an inexperienced first-time Blogger</title><content type='html'>Ok... So here is the very first blog I am ever writing.. which marks the beginning of a new era of medium Bernard can spread his crappy ideas/thoughts in.. And yes.. You are right... I did not have a blog till now.. I've never actually done blogging before.. Probably cos I've been such a lazy ass slacker that I totally haven't kept in touch with the inner schitzophrenic Bernard inside me.. But that Bernard has come out in full force and he wants to make his thoughts known... So here he is.. writing this blog and wasting Bernard's life away typing.. Gosh.. I'm writing craploads and still, I have not said a single sensisble thing thus far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. anyway.. I had Alumni band prac with e rest of  my X-marist frens in e afternoon (2pm) till evening (6.30pm).. I don't know.. I'm not feeling like myself lately and I've just been sitting thru Alumni pracs staring blankly at my scores and playing when I need to.. Where has the old extrverted slash talkative slash cheerful Bernard gone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Kelvin came today and initiated forms of conversation to keep Bernard alive thru e practice.. yay!! Oh yea.. It's Kel's Bday today and I can't wait till we meet up to celebrate his Bday w a nice cake and probably loads of ice-cream.. Mmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my day wasn't horrible throughout.. luckily.. cos Benjamin, Andrew, Waiyip and I went to Chomp Chomp for dinner... And its been so long since I've seen all of us eating REAL food instead of tt horrid junk from Macs.. Apart from the pricey BBQed Lalas, Stingray and Sotong we had Satay Beehoon!!! Which I totally crave from time to time.. *so happy.. tears*&lt;br /&gt;While walkin back to e bus stop.. I saw real familiar figures walking toward chomp chomp..&lt;br /&gt;MY PARENTS.. and my elder bro :) Such a coincidence no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then being a lazy ass slacker.. I pang seh-ed Benjamin instead of accompanying him to shop... I'm SORRIEE!!! *Benjamin.. if ur reading this.. yay!! :)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent e rest of e day slacking instead of mugging.. which is high time I started doing considering the JCT's are just round e corner.. My gosh.. I just wished knowledge could somehow diffuse into my thick head and enter my unicellular brain cell.. Arghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also.. I'm so angry and so totally pissed with Yongwen after he totally screwed our friendship by conviniently missing my TJ Band concert *Prelude 25* for CHARMED!! ...after I repeatedly BEGGED him to go... I mean.. what kinda friend screws you over like that just for the sake of watching a 1hr show on channel 5 featuring 3 slutty supposedly "charmed" witches... It's also a miracle that I was able to return e ticket I reserved for him 3 hrs before e concert.. If not, I'd have to absorb the cost.. *ouch* So anyway, Yongwen promised..PROMISED to come for my next concert cos I kinda repremanded him the other day.. So, anyway, my alumni band has this concert coming up real soon.. And guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;Mr I-Think-I-Will-Screw-Bernard-Over-Once-More-And-Not-Go-For-The-Concert-Alhough-I-Promised decided to screw Bernard over once again and decided not to go for my concert..&lt;br /&gt;his excuse: too far&lt;br /&gt;K.. I'm starting to bitch again.. not good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly.. Here I am writing this blog.. which will be the first of a series of real crappy blogs.. I'm tired and I'm real sorry for this here crappy blog with me bitching about my crappy life..&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW!!! It's not as funny at all.. Argh.. I guess I'm just gonna doze now.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thanks for reading ppl :)* oh yea.. and I just realised I could add coloured font to my blog..&lt;br /&gt;I know-I know.. 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