<?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-815573832408008336</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:11:47.309-07:00</updated><category term='Prom'/><title type='text'>Get life all over you!</title><subtitle type='html'>Jean's blog:)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171764758536377726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815573832408008336.post-2136208608032401477</id><published>2009-07-24T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:44:02.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored bored life</title><content type='html'>Woke up early today just to find the right attire to wear to relief in chung cheng, and then i found i have no appropriate shoes. Well...doing relief for my own school is so different..like..so inappropriate for the teachers to now become your colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the atmosphere in the chinese staff room was so odd...now I prefer broadrick's staffroom, it was so much nicer and comfortable. I'ld rather always be an ex-student than come back as somebody else. And so, I can't wait for CCA time to come so I can escape to the calligraphy room. Then I painted some more bamboo..I love bamboos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan Sin came and showed me her new phone..then we went to the concourse and tried to wait for the monster fish in the lake to surface again..but it didn't..maybe it died. We can't decie on what to eat or where to eat..so we reached the canal bus stop and decided to take the third bus and alight at the second shopping centre the bus was going to. And hence it was 10 and we headed for vivo. Again, we consulted the directory and looked for something to eat. We had Jap steamboat at some Jap restaurant which was horribly cold. Whoa..the food there is damn nice...the price was headed towards the high-end..but nonetheless, the food was worth the prie..and I was so full after that I barely can down the dessert. But once again, the simple ice-cream dessert was so nice I can't help but finish them. The ice-cream was so smooth and tasty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to get a lagguage bag to put my textbooks when I go to hostel..and so I went to samsonite and then tangs at vivo..there is a sales in tangs, and they had a variety of nice small lagguage bags which were just the right size for me..over a hundred fifty..now I'm thinking whether or not to get them..at least better than a crumpler coz my shoulders are spared of the weight. Maybe i'll get them before the great singapore sale ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a bus home..and along the way to the bus stop, we found that my alleged good sense of direction wasn't effective after all..but I swear...I am good at navigating my own way around when I'm alone..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear Kimura Takuya really got married on his parents arrangement..at least thats what I heard years ago on the newspapers..and everyone was talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiiii........I dunno what to do really nowadays..days now are like the temporary..just plain temporary..like there's something good comng up so I just have to wait for the day to come..but the empty days are just so unbearable, can't stand it. Life withot purpose is so so bad..and plain boring. Even walking in a shopping centre so crowded with people can't clear the boredom, can't give me any purpose or energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiiiii........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before school starts, I am going to finish the whole econs textbook first, and also the first chapter of uni physics. And also some books I bought in China. Where? I dunno too..depends on my mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a book called 'Illustrating my life' at pageone, nice book with collections of people's sketches. I love sketches, and I love sketching. The book looks nice..and of course, I think it'll only be for reference and not for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did less than a quarter of a mindmap for exchange and markets. hoping to finish more after this before I sleep. The zettai kareshi song is nice, still. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815573832408008336-2136208608032401477?l=gototheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/2136208608032401477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=815573832408008336&amp;postID=2136208608032401477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/2136208608032401477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/2136208608032401477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/2009/07/bored-bored-life.html' title='Bored bored life'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171764758536377726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-815573832408008336.post-7213444884840800119</id><published>2009-07-23T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T06:17:24.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to go to starbucks to do my stuff today..you know, that kind of ambience. But I ended up going to my dad's office, then went to pick my dad up from the airport. We had lunch at the food court. Its funny how when there's variety, you never seem to fill your stomach, so after so many thai dishes, we still end up filling up at macdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to teach tuition after that.and Hsin lao shi called me halfway to ask if I could teach relief lessons in Chung Cheng from tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I went down to Chung Cheng to collect textbooks. It is so different to go back to school for a different purpose. I met my cousin who is also a chinese teacher there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a shock when I heard Zoe is in a different hall as me..like..how are we supposed to be roommates when our halls are different?..I have mixed feelings for staying with a stranger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished watching Zettai Kareshi..the song is nice..very nice..like full of childhood sweetheart memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815573832408008336-7213444884840800119?l=gototheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/7213444884840800119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=815573832408008336&amp;postID=7213444884840800119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/7213444884840800119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/7213444884840800119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanted-to-go-to-starbucks-to-do-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171764758536377726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-815573832408008336.post-3280597925355767387</id><published>2009-07-14T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:47:03.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The gruel start of my 'real' holidays</title><content type='html'>This is a week into what I consider my 'real' holiday before University term starts, and I can't bear the boredom anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically have nothing on my agenda for the day, except a few crazy promises to myself the day before to read 6 chapters of the book I borrowed from the national library recently, or mindmap the first chapter of economics, which I had earlier gone to the reference library to make a copy of, which, of course,  by the end of the day, was barely fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you would think it was better for me to keep myself busy with lots of things, like what everyone is doing now- learning to drive, taking up yet another part-time or just get something to spend my time away. But isn't it better that I have a quiet month to think, to maybe get down to some serious work, or just enjoy the company of books- slow reading, or which I call appreciation? Sometimes I think boredom forces you to do the things you like most, though they might be as dry as the programes they show on TV nowadays. Maybe no facebook or shopping would be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read a book (and is still on it) by John C Maxwell- Today Matters. The language was just perfect for me to get through the book (I give up most self-help books halfway through because the language makes me feel as though I'm in another century..), and its quite good. There are things I can definitely relate to, coz I'm too much of a procastinator! Will share more when I have finished the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with HY, NJ and Candy today. We went for a game of squash, and then went shopping for sushi ingredients, and then spent the entire day at Candy's house and completed a full round of mahjong. Serious, this is the first time I win so much tokens when I play mahjong, I'll usually be the one paying others, so now, it feels so damn great to win so much. Haha..unfortunaely, real money not involved. Ha ha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815573832408008336-3280597925355767387?l=gototheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/3280597925355767387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=815573832408008336&amp;postID=3280597925355767387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/3280597925355767387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/3280597925355767387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/2009/07/gruel-start-of-my-real-holidays.html' title='The gruel start of my &apos;real&apos; holidays'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171764758536377726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-815573832408008336.post-8146342408842934717</id><published>2009-06-02T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:46:49.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acquaintances</title><content type='html'>I remember I was teaching my Primary 5 tutee what the word 'acquaintance' is...and I had to differentiate between 'confidante', 'acquaintance', and two other words with similar meanings but with less intensity. And there I go, telling her that those are people whom you meet in your lives but whom may not be as close to as confidantes..but on deeper thought..both are indispensible..both are important..at least to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE meet people day in and out.how many of them eventually get to be your acquaintance? - people who you'll find comfort with, people who you don't hesitate to bring up random topics with, people that are definitely more than just 'hi'- 'bye' people. But then again, you don't want to bother these people with personal stuff that might seem so insignificant to them..so meaningless to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAYED a game with Nick Shaw yesterday night on msn, also had a chat with Yan Sin on randomly churned up topics..these sometimes make me think of whether the line between confidante and acquaintance can be blurred. Acquaintances can sometimes be the perfect confidante..that is, when time calls for it..and confidantes doubles up as acquaintances when boredom comes running along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815573832408008336-8146342408842934717?l=gototheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/8146342408842934717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=815573832408008336&amp;postID=8146342408842934717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/8146342408842934717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/8146342408842934717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/2009/06/acquaintances.html' title='Acquaintances'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171764758536377726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-815573832408008336.post-2925712633254146799</id><published>2009-05-27T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:20:01.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>随想。旅游</title><content type='html'>其实本来就还在放假，但很快的，真的要放假了。对假期又爱又恨，爱是因为可以脱离常规，恨是因为本来就不喜欢无所事事。但的确，放了这么长的假，还是培养了我内心自由的欲望，很想放下一切，痛痛快快的旅游个够。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得我有永远不停涌起的旅游欲望，每个假期都想找些什么做，看看新东西，但也非常幸运的，每次都如我所愿，想出国就出国。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实也不完全想看新东西，我更想看到变化。每逢假期去的国家，一定是自己已经去过的。因为曾经到过某个国家，非常欣赏当地的人文气息、山水风情，所以更想再次回到那个地方，好让我挖掘一些美好的回忆。也曾读过某篇文章，里头提到曲艺的地方旅游，千万不要一次过把所有的名胜地看尽，相反的，该留下一些没有参观某个名胜的遗憾，好让自己有个理由再回到那个地方。可能真的是这样吧，至今所到过的地方-马来西亚，台湾，中国，泰国，香港等，都是去过多过一次的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前年年终假期参加语特浸濡活动到台湾，结果真的爱上了台湾，可能是因为学生团的关系，遇到的人、事，尝试的东西、食物等都让我见证了台湾的特别之处。回到新加坡后，我把所见所闻，经过自己的一份包装后，呈献给了周围的朋友和家人，结果越讲越喜欢，忍不住，一年后又回到台湾旅行。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;两次取得目的都不一样。第一次到台湾，什么都能够尝试，而且还有同学陪伴，整个行程非常愉快，也借那次机会认清了自己，找到了几位非常谈得来的好友。当时刚开始喜欢自己拍照，拍得多数是风景，回到新加坡冲洗出来，发现其实都蛮好看的。第二次去台湾，一心只想拍很多很多的照片，不管好不好看，反正拍了再说，结果虽与中学朋友们共度时间，却感觉非常地脱离他们现在回想起来，真的觉得蛮遗憾的。旅游时拍的照片，真的能特写出那段时间的回忆吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在学校上英文课时，曾读到一篇文章，文章写的是关于作者到威尼斯旅行，看见很多其他旅客手握相机不停的拍照，想必是想记录自己的旅游经验，但作者则认为看见了美丽的风景，更不因该拍照记录下来，因为这样好比将洋葱的外层一层一层的脱下，最后什么都不剩了。如果见到美丽的古迹便拍下十几张照片，对作者而言，那个伴随着古迹的神秘感也让我们‘拍’走了。对我而言，我也开始相信一旦照片拍多了，亲眼看得到的东西也少了，怎么还有时间欣赏自然风景，与好友做伴观看美丽的日落？这才发现，我第二次到台湾，好像没有多少回忆是不通过照相机的镜片而得到的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这次去东莞，想看的是变化，看看我几年前的回忆是否依旧，好期待！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815573832408008336-2925712633254146799?l=gototheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/2925712633254146799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=815573832408008336&amp;postID=2925712633254146799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/2925712633254146799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/2925712633254146799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='随想。旅游'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171764758536377726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-815573832408008336.post-2516627162672104523</id><published>2008-12-07T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:34:26.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom aftermath</title><content type='html'>Prom was over last friday, photos on &lt;a href="http://www.07s62.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.07s62.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that prom is over, there is really nothing for me to do.erm..except read, play or hang out? This is really boring..prob I'll tidy up my room and get things in order before I leave for holidays. I gonna take a lot of photos in taiwan! Any advise on things more meaningful to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815573832408008336-2516627162672104523?l=gototheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/2516627162672104523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=815573832408008336&amp;postID=2516627162672104523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/2516627162672104523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/2516627162672104523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/2008/12/prom-aftermath.html' title='Prom aftermath'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171764758536377726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-815573832408008336.post-419388430861528350</id><published>2008-09-19T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:14:03.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>郁闷</title><content type='html'>‘他们不停的开门关门，门开了有关，关了又开。’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这句话是还有下联的，但觉得不太确切，所以删掉了。不知为什么会因为英文考不好而这么在意，人人却都不了解我的悲苦，常常说我那么一点小挫折上什么心，还说他们心中有更惨的什么什么。。。 但我在意的不是他们又多惨，而是我自己。。。你们真么都不了解？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近心很烦，常常为这么一个‘他们不停的开门关门，门开了有关，关了又开。’的问题而烦，什么都做了，你还要我怎么样？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815573832408008336-419388430861528350?l=gototheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/419388430861528350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=815573832408008336&amp;postID=419388430861528350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/419388430861528350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/419388430861528350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='郁闷'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171764758536377726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-815573832408008336.post-5185168866021213412</id><published>2008-05-28T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T10:57:58.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28th May 2008</title><content type='html'>Long since I blogged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Vivo and Sentosa on Monday for a walk since I haven't been there for long..and found it is still a place I like best--quiet and spacious. Sat at the wooden floor at vivo, and thought through many things while the cruises went about their daily journeys. Indeed, I haven't really completed much these half a year. A levels are drawing near and its back to the routine to studying hard like in Sec 4. But this time its different, coz I've been lazing around for two years and its eally hard to get back on track, really hard, but nonetheless, its somethings that has to be done, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have been through quite a noisy two years out in the city, coz it was really quiet and refreshing to be near the waters again. After so many years, my greatest likes are still the same things, that sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life- I remember this sentence from a movie I watched some days ago: As you get older, life starts to take things away from you, while when you're young, it gives you things. True indeed, but perhaps we are facing all these simultaneously. We are gettings things and having things taken away from us at the same time. We lose time, interests, passion, people, and we get experience, new people, lessons, in life. I don't know how many things I've lost since entering JC, but its uncountable-- I lost opportunities of going to the places I like, like beaches and islands, I lose contact with some friends, I lose the times when winning wasn't much a problem for me, I lose success, I lose interests in things I used to like, like painting and going on outings, when time and current peer pressure get the better of me. In return, I get things that I don't necessarily like- new friends, who sharpened my critical skills, lesser time, which indicates more productive time wasted, always eating out at food courts and never knowing how to enjoy good things in a while.....I just feel- detached. Detached from my real self, detached from life, detached from nostalgic memories, detached from many things that I always enjoyed and treasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I go back to the times when we actually spent time going down to art museums and exhibition for a day of involvement in complex culture, or to the times when I readily go to parks and museums just to enjoy the natural breeze and get away from buzzling life, or to the time when I feel I am the controller of time, work, person and many things around me? Do I really have to sleep so early these days, do I need to? Or is it just an excuse to get away from work that I desperately need to complete? I wanna ask myself a simple question: is this really the way you want to get along with life? Where is the real you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815573832408008336-5185168866021213412?l=gototheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/5185168866021213412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=815573832408008336&amp;postID=5185168866021213412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/5185168866021213412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/5185168866021213412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/2008/05/28th-may-2008.html' title='28th May 2008'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171764758536377726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-815573832408008336.post-8294390999842721797</id><published>2007-11-20T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T17:23:04.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 3rd week into the holidays and I can't imagine how much time has gone by without me realising. Homework not done, yet I'm going away for almost 20 days straight. Think I gonna rush through them this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the MOE attachment I'm having now wasn't too smooth either. Same things happen as when during PW in school. Roar! Probably the problem is with me though, coz if same things happen with me with different parties, I must be root of it all. Probably....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..but I decided to just let go ba...anyway its only a report, not worth it to lose a friend over a report. And anyway I'll get to present the portions I've done and which I'm very confident with. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another group is doing on Discipline in schools and apparently they have lots to do with people vandalising cars, taking videos of teachers in class... but the good thing is they get to read blogs of students all over Singapore. Caught a glimpse of their documents, one of them is a collection of blog entries by different people. One of the entries was written so badly that it really disgraces the Singlish culture of singapore and also her English teacher. We can't make out what she has written. But it was fun to see people scolding, screaming and ranting but leaving a trace of their school name in their entries. Was it deliberate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to the libraries to return all the books and fines, must have been snowballing to over 20 dollars now already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sis is now beside me commenting on her friend's friendster account. If I didn't tell you she still have an A level paper to take tomorrow, would you believe she's from J2? It's rare to see A level students so relaxed and still has the time to go see people's blog, friendster, facebook..whatever that attracts people nowadays..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815573832408008336-8294390999842721797?l=gototheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/8294390999842721797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=815573832408008336&amp;postID=8294390999842721797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/8294390999842721797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/8294390999842721797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/2007/11/whao.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171764758536377726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-815573832408008336.post-6725056378864284772</id><published>2007-11-10T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T05:36:01.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jean Shouts</title><content type='html'>Jean just returned from her class chalet and she can't help but shout, scream, pull her hair, and jump on her bed--"Sibei sian...chalet with HwaChong ppl not fun at all..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup..thats true. Sentosa, island of sunny greenery and crispy sand, supposed to be 'funner' than the usual Downtown east, turned out to be like a cemetary, ppl cooped up in the hut all day sleeping. This is just like...pure shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, Jean says she is not gonna organise anymore class outings for her classmates coz they dun appreciate and they just aren't those who play. They do nothing but play cards and sit there mocking at other ppl like its the only thing they know how to do. She regretted booking Sentosa chalet coz her clasmates spoilt her image of sunny Sentosa. She thought they'll do the same for any type of chalet so she'll not be the one who'll organise the next chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they can't afford anything more than the cheapest kampung hut on an island but only know how to despise the hut. Luckily Jean only booked a hut. What if she booked a bungalow? She might never get back her money in a decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean shouts. She laments. Why is she so unlucky to fall into such a class, admist all the other better high school boys in Hwachong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815573832408008336-6725056378864284772?l=gototheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/6725056378864284772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=815573832408008336&amp;postID=6725056378864284772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/6725056378864284772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/6725056378864284772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/2007/11/jean-shouts.html' title='Jean Shouts'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171764758536377726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-815573832408008336.post-6025773767422197727</id><published>2007-10-13T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T01:25:55.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post exam worries</title><content type='html'>Well, literally as the title means, here are some post exam worries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you reach school, you hear the incessant ranting of people about how badly they're going to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. And worst is these noises carry on throughout the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. haunting you as never before right after the results are released...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. you yourself worrying about whether your overall score can make you promote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ...how all the buses you take home or to school just seem to come at 45 mins intervals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. and you having to stand at busstops waiting for these damned buses to inch their ways here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7....and the buses just seem so much like the purple dinosaur in flintstones and all the passengers had to run to drive the bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. and everyone seem to know we've finished our exams, and think its OK to speak so loud on buses, disturbing you from your sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. and the worst is these people just keep repeating the same words, which is the thing that pisses people off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When there are just some friends who is so insensitive about others' feelings and keep on announcing to everyone how badly she's done, when there are other people feeling so down about themselves already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  When you know you've let your teachers, who have spent so much time on remedial-ing you, down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When you hear your best friends also had their own worries and you are relieved you haven't poured yours to them and add to their worries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When you had to advise your friends on which subject to downgrade to H1, which means they haven't done well too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When nobody seem to be free to with to the pasar malam on its last night with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. when you just can't download your favourite drama from the internet, so you gotta wait for the TV to show it episode by episode every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When all these things just don't happen before the exams and only arise after exams, making you agree with some ancient learned person's sayings about how some things just seemed to change so much over a short time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815573832408008336-6025773767422197727?l=gototheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/6025773767422197727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=815573832408008336&amp;postID=6025773767422197727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/6025773767422197727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/6025773767422197727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/2007/10/post-exam-worries.html' title='Post exam worries'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171764758536377726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-815573832408008336.post-3899621686290397340</id><published>2007-08-10T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T03:05:25.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>At night I went to meet yansin. I bought mango yoghurt and we went to the rooftop of a block of flats at old airport to chat. She was asking me how I got my motivation to study for o levels. And I just said I was studying all the while, which was true! But not quite for now..don't know what hapened to me lately, dun really feel like studying, and would rather while the afternoon off...which is quite a waste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally bought a squash racquet for myself. Cost quite a bomb to me :(... But yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the bad thing is, my left feet started to hurt while I was walking in Bugis today, and it is still hurting now..hope it just gets better tmr so I get to play squash. My com is also getting supper lagging as I am bloggin now, so I guess I must end soon. Man, I've got a few more hours avaliable to my tests!! So I guess I really have to end soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815573832408008336-3899621686290397340?l=gototheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/3899621686290397340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=815573832408008336&amp;postID=3899621686290397340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/3899621686290397340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/3899621686290397340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/2007/08/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171764758536377726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-815573832408008336.post-5607673454879717945</id><published>2007-08-10T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T05:23:59.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating national day!</title><content type='html'>Firstly, here's my wishing Singapore a Happy Birthday! Glad this is national day week, coz I get to hear all the national day songs that I like and wave the small flag like nobody's business. But once again, I am disappointed at not getting a ticket to the parade to watch it live this year. Has been long since I last went to the parade. But nonetheless, celebrations in school was great and I was with my class decked up in the gallery. Took lots of pictures and videos. I've got this patriotic feeling building up in me over the years that I think even if someone else waged war with Singapore, I would just stand by her and die with her. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school celebrations on Wednesday, I went to Sentosa with my class. After walking for damn long uder the sun, which was especially hot that afternoon, I found that I had led the class in the wrong direction. We're heading for siloso beach when we planned to go to palawan beach. Oops...then I wispered to Zi Xian, and we both decided to just continue walking until they find out themselves. Then we reached the next beach tram stop. And I instantaneously sat down. The others folowed and we waited fort he tram. When it came, we boarded it and still, nobody asked why. After quite a while, Jun Jie, who was sitting beside me said "this place look so familiar..." and I just said "yeal..". Didn't want to risk getting stoned at by the guys...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did go to palawan beach at the end..and we bought a fake rubber volley ball which the guys used to play soccer. Initially I decided to play with them, but after seeing how they kick the ball around, I decided not to for fear of getting disfigured or getting a lung disease of something...coz I think they are kicking the sandy ground instead of the ball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, I became photographer of the day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I rushed to raffles place to meet Hui Yi and gang. Was one hour late but nevermind...and I said "lets go watch fireworks". Then they looked at me and said "today got fireworks meh?..." and I said " dun have meh?..." -_- true...there was no rehearsal on nat day eve...and so I was like..." why never tell me earlier!?" But anyways, after dinner at subway, me, NJ and YJ went to sit down to chat beside Singapore river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sth which was super embarassing happened. A group of channel 8 reporters approached us and asked us to say "Happy Birthday Singapore" in front of the camera...NJ ran away, so me and YiJie did so. Initially I was enthu about it, which I think was quite fun anyway, then I started to think about how messy my hair was..then I was so worried about my pimples and all...ai..it is all so embarassing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815573832408008336-5607673454879717945?l=gototheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/5607673454879717945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=815573832408008336&amp;postID=5607673454879717945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/5607673454879717945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/5607673454879717945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/2007/08/celebrating-national-day.html' title='Celebrating national day!'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171764758536377726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-815573832408008336.post-1466053553240558126</id><published>2007-08-06T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T07:45:53.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at Casino</title><content type='html'>Recently there's been a spate going on in class involving a gambling queen and many gambling kings/ assholes/commoners. Interesting, but all in all, its a rather personal matter for me or anyone else to get involved in or even discuss it. Well, and Phyllis have been deserting me for a time times already for her *.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is terrible. Two tests, both of which I need to desperately do well in. And while I just started to write about 燕歌行， Mr Square came along and nudged me to watch my 错字s. After this ordeal, I finally found out that the most important tool in a student's life is actually the dictionary, without which you cannot learn new words, know how to write words, and even prevent marks from being deducted in an exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been hardworking lately (or I havent started to be hardworking since January), so I need todo so, needless to say. So maybe, friends out there, I may need to lock myself in for a few months, for the sake of you being able to then see me in J2 next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been thinking of getting a new laptop for myself, but at this age where I am still independent on others for pocket money, there's no way I can do so. Its really quite sad, coz when I ask my dad about it, he just gave me that 'no-way' look, which I can infer as '你妄想。。’. So I guess I better return to reality and stick to the fashion-old books, instead of the funky gadget which I will probably only get in University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is stressful, life is hard, but I like it just the way it is. coz this week is not the worst, and the worst is coming up, 4 tests within 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got a chance to msn chat with my sec 4 friends, missed them, missed our language, missed all the fun we had. Glad to hear we're finally gonna meet during nat day holidays. I'm gonna enjoy myself then man!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815573832408008336-1466053553240558126?l=gototheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/1466053553240558126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=815573832408008336&amp;postID=1466053553240558126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/1466053553240558126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/1466053553240558126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-at-casino.html' title='Love at Casino'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171764758536377726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-815573832408008336.post-5174679146227227883</id><published>2007-07-27T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T07:47:17.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is unfair. Get used to it.</title><content type='html'>Bill Gates once said, ' Life is unfair, get used to it.'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, life is unfair, and  I hate to say that it always happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I kept complaining, arguing and screaming at people. Now I found out that it actually doesn't work. At this time, my head will say ' Just get used to it. What can you do.' Quite true, what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just puzzled why young people just can't stand for fairness and justice without getting a spank on the face or a rude spit asking you to just 'shut up!'. I thought Singapore was a land of freedom of speech. So why can't we just get over the manners and respect thing and just speak our mind? And please, I'm sure young people still have human rights, which I think should strongly not be controleld by the ancient words of respect or manners. Why can't I speak for myself when I have done absolutely no wrong? Why do I always have to live under others' shadows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wished to say ' Hey, look here. I'm 17!'. And while some people can have kids already at the age of 17, I'm still confined by having to share a computer and being scolded for crappy things. Well, all these ends in one statement: 'Life is unfair, get used to it!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815573832408008336-5174679146227227883?l=gototheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/5174679146227227883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=815573832408008336&amp;postID=5174679146227227883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/5174679146227227883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/5174679146227227883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-is-unfair-get-used-to-it.html' title='Life is unfair. Get used to it.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171764758536377726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815573832408008336.post-6405264064900049528</id><published>2007-03-11T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:16:10.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Passion</title><content type='html'>Its time to finalise my CCA, but its going to be damn difficult because I can either follow my passion or my father's passion. Its rather sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calligraphy:&lt;br /&gt;I am a caligrapher, but I would not opt to have calli as my core cca. Its a torture going to CCA and competitions, where I get nagged at when I don't win anything home. CCA is boring, its detroying my turbo-charged JC life. And with all the PRCs there, I can hardly breathe. Not that I don't like them, but even they regard the CCA as a portal to earn money from competitions and always not going to CCA, how can i live with such attitude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canoeing:&lt;br /&gt;I swear this is my love. I can get as close to the ocean and seas of freedom as I canoe or kayak. You never know how fuifilling this is- having the top-of-the-world feeling when you're able to reach the end of the oceans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astronomy:&lt;br /&gt;It's been my dream since young to gaze at stars and spot constellations. Its cool holding a telescope and lying on the wet grass of the fields looking at the sky. So when I can join now? Why let this chance slip by?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squash:&lt;br /&gt;I've always liked sports like tennis and squash. Its destressing and a passion. The feeling that you can wack at something and not hurting anyone(but yourself) is great! But now, its either canoeing or squash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficult choices indeed! But choices will not be choices if they're easy to make. However one thing is for sure- I am going to quit Calligraphy for haven's sake. Well, its my life, and I don't want to give up on my dreams and passion to take part in the CCA that my father likes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815573832408008336-6405264064900049528?l=gototheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/6405264064900049528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=815573832408008336&amp;postID=6405264064900049528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/6405264064900049528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/6405264064900049528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-passion.html' title='My Passion'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171764758536377726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815573832408008336.post-2915699155660594746</id><published>2006-12-13T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T19:58:13.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only now, I know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It has been years of perseverance,&lt;br /&gt;and yet,&lt;br /&gt;when one looks back,&lt;br /&gt;we ask ourselves: &lt;em&gt;how had I lived?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How had I lived?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Do you consider being happy as living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Do you consider success as living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My days are spent on aimless moves, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that eventually lead me to nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is this living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Days spent in routine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;with slight burps when term ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is this living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had not been successful, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;on the other hand not compromising my principles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yet, I was able to turn around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and say that &lt;em&gt;I have lived&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They say: Live live with no regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yet, who could acclaim that they had done so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Only after bouts of regrets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;can one realise they should have done otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Only now, I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the people I have not cherished, are eventually,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the ones I cherish most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Only now, I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;things I've put off doing, are eventually,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the ones I will end up doing willingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Only now, I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;thoughts I've always wanted to keep silent, are eventually,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the ones I wanted so badly to voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Only now, I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;how important it is to follow your dreams, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;not worry about bread-and-butter issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Only now, I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the only way to subjugate your dreams, is to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;know what your dream is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Only now, I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;how the important things and people, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;have always been there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;only now, I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I should cherish them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Only now, I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the battle of the best always exist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and it's not up to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;not to take part in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Only now, I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I should do everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that I've always wanted to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;come the day when I choose to do it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but I can't, anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Only now, I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;how a piece of priceless memory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;makes me laugh out loud in the middle of the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and yet,&lt;br /&gt;I could sleep on diamonds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and not feel a tinge of happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Only now, I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;only now, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815573832408008336-2915699155660594746?l=gototheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/2915699155660594746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=815573832408008336&amp;postID=2915699155660594746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/2915699155660594746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/2915699155660594746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/2006/12/only-now-i-know.html' title='Only now, I know.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171764758536377726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-815573832408008336.post-2712747639189214869</id><published>2006-12-09T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T20:01:41.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CCHMS school song recorded on Graduation Day 2006: the audio is good, but the visual is not appealing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_kudBYJmB5A" width="600" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815573832408008336-2712747639189214869?l=gototheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/2712747639189214869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=815573832408008336&amp;postID=2712747639189214869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/2712747639189214869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/2712747639189214869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/2006/12/cchms-school-song-recorded-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171764758536377726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-815573832408008336.post-5513192102225933385</id><published>2006-12-08T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T00:01:50.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prom'/><title type='text'>Prom Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LyacwKrTgoA/RXpfSY6C3XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0ZKdRSmr4PA/s1600-h/DSCF0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006418705303919986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="195" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LyacwKrTgoA/RXpfSY6C3XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0ZKdRSmr4PA/s320/DSCF0004.JPG" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I bet the night of 29th November 2006 was the first time my schoolmates saw me in a dress, definitely. On the other hand, i wasn't really in a dress, its a piece of clothing with the upper portion sewed to the lower part made of different materials, and a little stripy column down my right arm. It was supposed to look, erm..cool? Here's a little look at it --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;However, on arrival at Hilton Hotel, Singapore, I thought I saw a grown up's party? Girls dressed in night dress looked so matured, clad with mini hand pouches and cameras, snapping away at anything from their group of friends to the lighting along Orchard Road. Guys, most of them, looked suave, and adult. Needless to say, I was grabbing anyone I know to take a photo with them. Mind you, it may be the last time we'll attend such a function together. Even the restrained Miss Teo was dressed in a dress and waved with fly kisses during the dressing up parade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My first introduction to contact lenses was, all I can say, horrible, but at least its worth a try. The lens just irritates your eye. After all, I feel I look better in my specs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LyacwKrTgoA/RXpk-I6C3YI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gRodEwflbT8/s1600-h/DSCF0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After the dinner, we didn't do anything much, we didn't dance or take class photos, just sat around and took individual photos. It was uncomfortable in boots, but it matched the dress, so I think its worth the wear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LyacwKrTgoA/RXpk-I6C3YI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gRodEwflbT8/s1600-h/DSCF0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006424954481335682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="167" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LyacwKrTgoA/RXpk-I6C3YI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gRodEwflbT8/s200/DSCF0024.JPG" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LyacwKrTgoA/RXpk-I6C3YI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gRodEwflbT8/s1600-h/DSCF0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LyacwKrTgoA/RXpk-I6C3YI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gRodEwflbT8/s1600-h/DSCF0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LyacwKrTgoA/RXpk-I6C3YI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gRodEwflbT8/s1600-h/DSCF0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Prom night was fun, but the preparation for it was hectic. It was a chance that we finally got to get out of our schoolgirl or schoolboy 'skins' and dress ourselves up. Pretty or not, who cares? Just enjoy yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LyacwKrTgoA/RXpk-I6C3YI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gRodEwflbT8/s1600-h/DSCF0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815573832408008336-5513192102225933385?l=gototheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/5513192102225933385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=815573832408008336&amp;postID=5513192102225933385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/5513192102225933385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/5513192102225933385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/2006/12/prom-night.html' title='Prom Night'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171764758536377726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LyacwKrTgoA/RXpfSY6C3XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0ZKdRSmr4PA/s72-c/DSCF0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815573832408008336.post-6837995272225272756</id><published>2006-12-05T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T18:32:19.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!!</title><content type='html'>Now, I am currently struggling with how to get my template up. So I guess the template won't work unless I have at least a post, so here I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, with the O levels exams over and having enjoyed myself thoroughly for one month, I am getting bored with the slackey life I am living now. Gotta get something to do. So when I do get my blogskin up ready, I will most probably upload some school notes which I like but am going to throw away because of the limited space in my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815573832408008336-6837995272225272756?l=gototheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/6837995272225272756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=815573832408008336&amp;postID=6837995272225272756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/6837995272225272756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815573832408008336/posts/default/6837995272225272756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gototheedge.blogspot.com/2006/12/help.html' title='Help!!'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171764758536377726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
