<?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-21193321</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:31:58.570+08:00</updated><category term='barbeque gathering 4A'/><title type='text'>The Story Of A Panic</title><subtitle type='html'>"my oasis, my refuge, my sanctuary"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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>382</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-7803296689855403773</id><published>2007-08-29T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:10:48.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving. No, moved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've decided to abandon this space. A change is in place. And a change is necessary, so we should embrace this change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I might use this place for photos though. I need a proper page for photos only. Like a gallery thingumajig. Maybe I'd retain the layout?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, so livejournal it is. Go see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesummerskin.livejournal.com/"&gt;TheSummerSkin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if you will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-7803296689855403773?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/7803296689855403773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=7803296689855403773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7803296689855403773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7803296689855403773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/08/moving-no-moved.html' title='Moving. No, moved!'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-9154610352959454298</id><published>2007-07-29T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T00:57:52.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday, I went to the Singapore Arts Museum with some classmates for a talk about art appreciation. Met up with Teck, Irah, Brandon first and then with Sam and Azy. The talk was okay, they made us sit on weird stools though, but the walk in the gallery was fun :D The paintings and sculptures were impressive, and our museum guide was good. There was this girl in our group who kept letting out a very pretentious "mmmhmmmmm" every single time the guide was saying something which made sense to her or was interesting. We couldn't help but laugh at her, and it was so funny cos we were trying so hard to stifle our laughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that we went to Arab Street to get cloth for Teck's banner, and then to Haji Lane! Saw more interesting things today, and bought a tee for myself. Am broke now (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then after all the shopping and walking around I met Jia Yu, Inez and Hidayah at New York New York for dinner. We were gonna celebrate Jia Yu's early birthday. The breaded fish linguine was awesome, by far the best thing I've eaten there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We walked out after that, caught a short glimpse of the fireworks before and after the national anthem was played during the Nationay Day preview. And it has come to my attention that Singaporeans actually do not bother bout the national anthem when it is being played and when you can hear it so clearly. People just continue walking nonchalantly, not stopping to at least show some respect for the nation, pretending that they've not heard anything. I wonder if it actually occurred to them if they should have at least stopped walking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I was in Thailand two years back, shopping in Chatuchak, the people stopped moving and stopped talking when the national anthem was played at 6pm. So why is this not happening in Singapore? Do we not feel any sense of pride or loyalty to our country? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will you stop walking if you hear the national anthem playing on the streets?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hidayah, Jia Yu and I hung out at Starbucks after that. We talked a lot about how we've changed since secondary school, our lives now, love, betrayal, friendship, people... It was just nice sitting there and reflecting with your dear friends. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We should do this more often okay! I think Starbucks'd be our usual spot now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arrivederci!&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/21193321-9154610352959454298?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/9154610352959454298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=9154610352959454298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/9154610352959454298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/9154610352959454298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/07/appreciating-arts.html' title='The Day'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-4300490374911596821</id><published>2007-07-27T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:13:50.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love fried mars bars and my tigers and my friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I only realised today that fried mars bars are so sinfully yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subway lunch and running all over town in search of new tigers for ourselves was enjoyable. We couldn't make up our minds in the onitsuka tigers store but we ended up really happy with what we bought. No stinkey holey blackened tigers anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the secondary school friends, somehow it felt like I've not seen them since a long time. We had dinner at Changi village. Good food and good company makes the world go round. Let's start planning our next fooding session soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for the clipped writing, I am very lazy to type nice long sentences. Here's a picture to end this entry with. Wan Ting was so cute lah, she thought we were gonna strike a silly pose but she ended up doing it herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RqoO1UdjepI/AAAAAAAAAgs/WJ4RPvBXSsI/s1600-h/IMG_2023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RqoO1UdjepI/AAAAAAAAAgs/WJ4RPvBXSsI/s200/IMG_2023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091898637884291730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-4300490374911596821?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/4300490374911596821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=4300490374911596821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/4300490374911596821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/4300490374911596821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-only-realised-today-that-fried-mars.html' title='I love fried mars bars and my tigers and my friends'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RqoO1UdjepI/AAAAAAAAAgs/WJ4RPvBXSsI/s72-c/IMG_2023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-8863847708356812814</id><published>2007-07-25T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T20:07:19.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of skipping school and a bandaged middle finger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didn't go to school today! Haha how funny that I just said I feel like quitting school yesterday and today I'm off from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skipping school is not unfounded alright! I took the time to go to the clinic where I had my swollen right middle finger looked into. The doctor pierced it to release the pus from the infection and here I am now typing with a bandaged right middle finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said it was just a minor infection, so no worries. He was really nice. Apart from giving me my mc for today graciously, he offered to let me skip PE tomorrow as it'd be better to let my finger rest. Hmmm.. doctor says too many pushups during PE might actually make my finger's condition worser! So no f&amp;amp;c for me tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's pretty fine right now. We resumed choir today and we're focussing on our National Day peformance now. We're gonna do &lt;em&gt;Gloria&lt;/em&gt; but I won't be singing because I'd be in London during the National Day break! It's not very good that I'll be away... but I guess it's a break afterall and I'm going to enjoy London!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, update when I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-8863847708356812814?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/8863847708356812814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=8863847708356812814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8863847708356812814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8863847708356812814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/07/of-skipping-school-and-bandaged-middle.html' title='Of skipping school and a bandaged middle finger'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-5360819012090977941</id><published>2007-07-24T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T22:43:41.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, I feel like quitting school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-5360819012090977941?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/5360819012090977941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=5360819012090977941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/5360819012090977941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/5360819012090977941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-i-feel-like-quitting-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-1519088294747213026</id><published>2007-07-16T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:10:25.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese or Cheenese?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I came back from the airport today and noticed there was this newspaper article lying on my table. Did not take a look at what it's heading was because I was busy unpacking but I only noticed my dad's scribbles, which went &lt;em&gt;Wei, Important advice. Papa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just got to take a closer look at it and the heading is "Mother tongue gives S'poreans an edge:MM" Hahahaha, so funny lah now even my dad realised that I am losing my grip of the chinese language and I need some pushing to get me back on track. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever since the o level chinese papers, I haven't been bothering much about chinese lessons and chinese in general. So this is a wake up call for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-1519088294747213026?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/1519088294747213026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=1519088294747213026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1519088294747213026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1519088294747213026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/07/chinese-or-cheenese.html' title='Chinese or Cheenese?'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-3696813159450174907</id><published>2007-07-12T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T09:57:55.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parry Hotter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went down to Vivocity yesterday to meet Hidayah and Prasanna and we caught the sneak preview of &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;/strong&gt;! Harry Potter is always nice, but I felt this particular one paled in comparison to the previous ones which were more exciting and scary. But anyhows, watch it! Watch it for Emma Watson :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I met mum after that and we went shopping. I think I have the coolest mum in the world. She's totally cool about my not-so-great results, and even agreed to come meet me at Vivocity after work so we could have dinner and shop together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Flying off to Pattaya in about 4 hours. Will be back on Monday night :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-3696813159450174907?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/3696813159450174907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=3696813159450174907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/3696813159450174907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/3696813159450174907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/07/parry-hotter.html' title='Parry Hotter!'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-6173802834543325557</id><published>2007-07-07T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:32:48.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Friday was Transformers Day. Brandon and I decided to bring our beast wars toys to school, and Mong also joined us. It was funny how we were playing with toys which we've not touched for more than 6 years, and trying to figure out how we always managed to transform the toys last time was good fun. I think some people thought we were crazy when we were sitting in the canteen with Jon, Martin and Sylvia having such a great time playing with the transformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The transformers got Brandon and I distracted for a bit before we had our A level Chinese oral. We were worried as hell but I think it ended up quite well :D I hope the results will show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was choir briefing and dinner at whitesands with Charlotte, Martin and Sylvia. Had a crazy time there making noise and speaking like ah lians. I laughed until my insides ached and tears rolled down my cheeks, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Saturday, and we had choir practice. It was short and after that was katong laksa and parkway with Brandon, Jon, Sylvia, Charlotte and Martin. And then I went to grandparent's place for dinner and now I am home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3 more days to Pattaya and WE CANNOT WAIT TO GET THERE! But besides the competition, there is really nothing else we have there to do. Ms Lai banned us from leaving the resort for shopping because Pattaya is just to dangerous and she fears that a terrorist attack might take place. I'm now crossing my fingers that the beach will be super nice, and that the scenery will be good so we can past time meaningfully. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-6173802834543325557?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/6173802834543325557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=6173802834543325557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6173802834543325557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6173802834543325557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/07/transformers-day.html' title='Transformers Day!'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-6683622996670080475</id><published>2007-07-05T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:13:50.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Photo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RovaXAAgvQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/BX-PYZ8JVzE/s1600-h/IMG_0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083396693091728642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RovaXAAgvQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/BX-PYZ8JVzE/s200/IMG_0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I look nice. But maybe it's because there are two ugly girls hidden under facepaint? Yes, I look nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-6683622996670080475?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/6683622996670080475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=6683622996670080475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6683622996670080475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6683622996670080475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-photo.html' title='Random Photo!'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RovaXAAgvQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/BX-PYZ8JVzE/s72-c/IMG_0098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-2972018634314269294</id><published>2007-07-04T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T00:08:31.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The past few days..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been back to choir practices for the last couple of days. I think we're improving bit by bit.. and it's gonna take everyone's best to ensure we get something really good in the end. Nothing different really, just felt that I've got lots of things on my hands right now, but luckily I have help when I need it. Sylvia, Vijay and I have been rushing out the student's handbook in preparation for the trip, and all thanks to Sylvia and her wonderful photoshop skills we've managed to churn out an awesome looking handbook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I realised, everyday I go to choir having some hidden fears, but when choir ends I become relieved not because I've managed to avoid my fears, but because they are non-existent at all. Today I realised how nice two people (I never got to know properly) were, which is great because it only makes me happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow we'd be back in school. It hasn't sunken into me yet, but I should start freaking out about tomorrow morning when I wake up and finally realise that our results will be released. I hope I do okay lah. If not my parents are gonna freak out and start telling me that choir is taking up all my time like how they did last time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, so it's midnight and the holidays are &lt;strong&gt;officially over&lt;/strong&gt;. I was just reviewing my planned post-exam activities, and I have come to a realisation that I haven't done anything that I wanted to do. Except watch&lt;em&gt; Transformers, &lt;/em&gt;alter jeans and collect new spectacles. Hopefully, I can achieve everything before lit trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh speaking bout the lit trip, Sam and I were really excited today when the teacher sent us this excursion thing for us to decide which we wanted to go to. It's like we have two Sundays off in London, so they're gonna let us go on excursions out to the other nearby towns. I googled &lt;a href="http://www.leeds-castle.com/goto.php"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Leeds Castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and zomg, I really wanna go there! :D:D:D Can't wait man, I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay okay, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-2972018634314269294?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/2972018634314269294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=2972018634314269294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/2972018634314269294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/2972018634314269294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/07/past-few-days.html' title='The past few days..'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-7829621068902173152</id><published>2007-07-03T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T00:18:03.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Home Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think staying at home has it's plus points. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today I slept in and then I watched the movie, &lt;em&gt;Crash&lt;/em&gt;, on my own. It's a freaking brilliant movie, the kind that'll make you feel different right after it ends. Then I brought my sister to the library to look for books, and we bought more fish for the aquarium at home, and then I brought her for dance, and then I went to alter my jeans and went home alone. After a catnap and a shower and dinner, I managed to finish up research for project work and the stuff we require for our handbook for the choir trip to pattaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, I feel this good sense of achievement. The aquarium looks awesome and that makes me happy, and bitching with Prasanna at 12 midnight is therapeutic. I think I am going to watch another movie now and get some ice-cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-7829621068902173152?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/7829621068902173152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=7829621068902173152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7829621068902173152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7829621068902173152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/07/stay-home-monday.html' title='Stay Home Monday'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-7452089683949570359</id><published>2007-06-30T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:13:54.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edwin (and Mel's) Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a post about Friday, and not Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edwin's Birthday Party was awesome :D I am so glad everyone could make it down in time to be together! Although we didn't spend a lot of time together, every single moment of it was precious and the surprise turned out really well! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We broke into his house (with the help of his neighbour) to get our preparations done while Wan Ting asked him out to stall time at tampines mall. We blew balloons and put a Happy Birthday banner across the wall, and we had a huge Subway platter with sandwiches and cookies as the birthday cake. Then Karen went to meet Edwin and Wan Ting, and they were supposed to go over to his place for pizza and wait for the rest of us to appear. We lied to him that we had tuition/school/whatever and ignored his calls, and when he came home he came into the room and found us there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang him the birthday song. And then it wasn't over yet! It was just the first part of our surprise party! We pretended that we forgot to take a group photo with the lit candles on the cake, and so we lit the candles and then took a group photo (the first one below), and right after that, we suddenly broke into the Happy Birthday song again! But this time it was for Mel! We kinda owed her a celebration and so this was it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was eating time, then we bitched 'bout a few things and a few people, and then Mel brought up the subject of a certain male organ, and then we laughed and cried at the same time, then we gave Edwin and Mel their presents, and finally, we took quite a few snapshots together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just really happy that night. I must really say that I've been extremely happy on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RoZ6cQAgusI/AAAAAAAAAcE/WjXeVFeO_Wk/s200/IMG_1650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081883855286221506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RoaL2QAgvPI/AAAAAAAAAgc/_5qC13-dh3c/s1600-h/IMG_1607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RoaL2QAgvPI/AAAAAAAAAgc/_5qC13-dh3c/s200/IMG_1607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081902993660493042" 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/21193321-7452089683949570359?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/7452089683949570359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=7452089683949570359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7452089683949570359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7452089683949570359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='Edwin (and Mel&apos;s) Surprise!'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RoaKigAgvNI/AAAAAAAAAgM/mr_7C_1TdyM/s72-c/IMG_1553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-8711815079140387098</id><published>2007-06-29T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T10:39:04.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a post about Thursday, not Friday. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was awesome, couldn't have been better. &lt;em&gt;Transformers &lt;/em&gt;with Rox, Brandon, Charlotte was the bomb. Omg please go and watch it, it's definitely worth your moolahs. For those of you out there who think it's just another robot movie, you'll be in for a surprise because it's actually quite a comedy! We laughed at so many things I can't remember what already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before that was lunch at Long john's together with J, and there was this psycho along Orchard Road who came to us randomly and asked if he could walk with us! Omfg this one totally freaked us out and luckily we managed to escape. He's seriously whacked and doesn't know what he's doing asking strangers if he can stalk them! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.floppyass.blogspot.com/"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; how it went, over at Charlotte's blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh today I discovered Kembangan mrt station with Rox while waiting for her dad. We were standing by the canal and staring at how gross it was. It was oily and there was so much filth floating around. The weirdest thing was that it couldn't even flow. We threw leaves inside and tried to make it flow. Oddly though, it became really fun just standing there, and talking. I love doing nonsensical rubbish with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow, or rather, later today, will be a really eventful day. I promise I will update since I've got more time now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-8711815079140387098?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/8711815079140387098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=8711815079140387098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8711815079140387098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8711815079140387098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/06/transformers.html' title='Transformers!'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-6791260719281080202</id><published>2007-06-28T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:35:18.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi-Hunting Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a post about Wednesday, not Thursday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today's a random good day. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rox and I had a mini supermarket sushi party after the maths paper. The sushi from carrefour is really good, and it looks awesome as well. We've finally satisfied our random-1am-sushi-craves! And then she convinced me to go to the national library because she's not been there before, when it actually was because she was tricking me into studying the dreaded 50 &lt;em&gt;yan yus&lt;/em&gt; for cheenese test tomorrow. I did study, in fact I did more than her, and in the end I finally managed to cover &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; 20 of them. She was distracted by this really bimbotic comic book about funny things that become not funny once you get it. And then she distracted me with photobooks of polaroids and we ended up laughing at this funny woman beside us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that we floated around aimlessly again (note that we were floating aimlessly before finally locating our sushi at carrefour), and then we ended up at bugis. More floating and then eventually I grew hungry and we ended up at mos burger. It was nice just sitting there, and then we tried to do fencing. And she was telling me about saggy boobs and I, &lt;em&gt;tau geys. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I walked so much today. You don't feel it when you're walking and walking, but when you get home and prop your feet up, you'd be able to &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; how much you've walked for the entire day. But I'm glad that today went well. Last paper tomorrow, chinese! I can't wait for it to end then I can go fulfill my list of post-exam activities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Au revoir!&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/21193321-6791260719281080202?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/6791260719281080202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=6791260719281080202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6791260719281080202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6791260719281080202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/06/sushi-hunting-day.html' title='Sushi-Hunting Day'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-6841921185624206286</id><published>2007-06-26T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:09:06.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going nuts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was quite a crazy day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Literature was okay. I ended up not doing the question on &lt;em&gt;Othello&lt;/em&gt;, and attempted poetry instead. Which means that I kinda wasted about 3 hours the night before trying to highlight the important stuff in the book and studying for nothing. Sigh, felt so cheated. For the first 10 minutes of the paper I was still trying to get over the fact that I'd decided to put &lt;em&gt;Othello&lt;/em&gt; away and do the poem. But at the end I felt it was a good choice :) The poem wasn't exactly that tough, but I thought I'd do much better if I had more time on my hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Economics was crazy too. They didn't test on the really tough and long chapters which I didn't really study properly. The essay question was demand/supply and I was stunned because I couldn't remember anything either. Hahaha.. I think I came up with a lot of my own gibberish to fill up the lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that, went to the pasar malam with Hector and Karen to get some chow. We were craving for some sinful ramly burgers, and then Karen came over to collect her bag from my place. We crapped for a bit before she had to go back to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had so much fun with the people around me today. I think studying really has fried my brain pretty much, and I was really going nuts in school. But I'm glad I can at least make people laugh, with or at me. I was just wondering what'd happen one day if I lost my ability to make people laugh. Would they still remember me? And worst still, will they still be around me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went to cut my hair in the evening, after falling asleep on the couch and perspiring like a bitch cos the weather was just too lousy. Had someone different to cut my hair today, and I must say I kinda like it. Karen, ever the skeptical one, should just see for herself tomorrow! Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And on the way back, I helped an old man cross the road. I was helping him carry this bag of rice and he was telling me about how he just had some operation and it was hurting so bad. I felt so sad for him, and it got me pondering again on whether this'd be what will happen to all of us when we grow old next time. It freaks me out, and I really don't wanna grow old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-6841921185624206286?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/6841921185624206286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=6841921185624206286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6841921185624206286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6841921185624206286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/06/going-nuts.html' title='Going nuts.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-3301364833467812370</id><published>2007-06-25T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:02:00.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Geography.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was the geography paper. I kept writing and writing and now I have a blister on my middle finger and a sore index. I can't wait to see how fast I will be able to write during literature and economics tomorrow. And I've not studied for those subjects today. I actually intend to stay up all night to cram everything in, and then get my well deserved rest after the papers. This is nuts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm still undecided on whether to highlight in my &lt;em&gt;1984&lt;/em&gt; or not. What if I highlight wrongly? What if it ends up in a multicolour mess? What if it makes me miss out things instead of taking note of them? What if I panic during the exam tomorrow and end up not even having time to flip the text? What if I don't even know how to start during the paper?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sigh, I don't feel like doing anything right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh today I was in school and after the paper I discovered that mj is getting cooler and better. A japanese food stall is opening soon!!! Hahaha, I can hardly contain my excitement, I just hope it turns out to be really good. And they installed tvs in the canteen. I am still wondering why they'd want to put tvs in the canteen. I am starting to think that they're trying to convince us to stay in school more, heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Good luck to me for the coming papers. Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-3301364833467812370?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/3301364833467812370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=3301364833467812370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/3301364833467812370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/3301364833467812370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-geography.html' title='I love Geography.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-587214118648559835</id><published>2007-06-24T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T14:23:34.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The List.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am not supposed to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I said I've been scaring/surprisingly myself with myself lately? Just this morning, I planned to turn in at 3am but I ended up turning in at 3plus because I was packing my table and the area around it. I managed to shove all my bags into this box and now my room is a tad less messy. I am beginning to do things at the weirdest of times. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying Geography today. I've been reading up over and over again random portions of facts and later tonight it'd be purely memorising. I hope I can pull through so tonight I can watch &lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt;! I cannot wait to see what is going to happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here is the list of things I intend to do after the exams. I'm putting it here so you can start asking me out already ;) But that's only if I like you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go cycling at Ubin, and hopefuly not run into the bitches that roam the island.&lt;br /&gt;2. Fooding session at Changi village (and maybe, tent overnight?)&lt;br /&gt;3. Spend a day exploring Chinatown and taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to the Singapore Arts Musuem&lt;br /&gt;5. Alter jeans, collect my new spectacles&lt;br /&gt;6. Visit the July maad flea market&lt;br /&gt;7. And then visit the Sunday China Square flea market&lt;br /&gt;8. Make belated birthday present for friend&lt;br /&gt;9. Watch movies: Transformers, Fantastic 4&lt;br /&gt;10. Meet up with every friend I haven't seen in the last fortnight or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it, I might not be able to complete all the above mentioned things during this post-exam period. I must also not forget that school resumes next Thursday, and I've got choir intensives till Pattaya, and then after Pattaya it'd be two weeks to catch up with studies before I head to London and miss more lectures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-587214118648559835?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/587214118648559835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=587214118648559835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/587214118648559835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/587214118648559835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/06/list.html' title='The List.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-6429129349536345337</id><published>2007-06-23T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:28:00.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food + Shopping = A Happy Andre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As you may have expected, I've half-given up on my mid year exams already, and so I've taken the liberty to give myself a treat a day before the big exams. Actually, I should blame it on mum and aunt jo who coerced me to come out for a day just to let down my hair and not imprison myself in my room, making it so much more tempting and appealing to just head out to town and leave the books behind. Well, I must say, it was well worth it and I'm not gonna turn back and say I regretted losing this one full day when I get really bad grades eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at this really great dimsum place and I ate so much because there was so much to eat. Then we shopped all over orchard road, and the great singapore sale made me feel less guilt-ridden when I eventually ended up with a bag and 3 shirts and also a planner for myself. I'm becoming a really busy man, yknow, so I really needed that. Shopped shopped shopped till we almost dropped and then now I am home feeling all happy and satisfied :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exams are just around the corner, I just hope I can pull through with &lt;em&gt;average&lt;/em&gt; grades so the folks won't be skeptical about London and all. And I've got so many things I'm looking forward to do after the exams and before I head off to London... I think I am going to... make a list the next time I blog! Kbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-6429129349536345337?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/6429129349536345337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=6429129349536345337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6429129349536345337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6429129349536345337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/06/food-shopping-happy-andre.html' title='Food + Shopping = A Happy Andre'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-4380845207994942917</id><published>2007-06-21T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T17:05:42.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello I am random and scared.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damien Rice scares me with his lyrics and haunting melodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-4380845207994942917?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/4380845207994942917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=4380845207994942917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/4380845207994942917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/4380845207994942917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-i-am-random-and-scared.html' title='Hello I am random and scared.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-1544672639326615400</id><published>2007-06-21T16:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T16:49:50.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Void, rainy and appreciative.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh no, I've not started studying today. I'm feeling kinda void again, I don't know why also. Been out studying for almost 2 days now, so I thought today would be a good day to just stay home. Yesterday I was in school with the classmates shortly after going home from Edwin's, and then home for dinner and then macs with Karen. I surprise myself with how much energy I have, and that I can stay awake for such a long time without having to sleep. I have discovered that I am quite good at this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And it's getting rainy, I don't like rainy days. We have to shut all the windows and the house gets all stuffy and enclosed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I think I am switching to livejournal really soon. Maybe not switch entirely but just use it as an alternative space for ranting. I'd prefer to keep this place happy. And Sylvia has been such a darling, basically doing everything for me lah, including writing a short entry FOR ME and claiming that she's the hottest bitch in the world. Go see it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesummerskin.livejournal.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay random remark: I love my new choir teachers. I think they are such darlings too, heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-1544672639326615400?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/1544672639326615400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=1544672639326615400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1544672639326615400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1544672639326615400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/06/void-rainy-and-appreciative.html' title='Void, rainy and appreciative.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-1057113693660259686</id><published>2007-06-20T12:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T12:35:57.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studay studay studay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just came back Edwin's place. We decided to crash at his place to study through the night. I survived through the entire morning but at 7am I couldn't take it anymore and died on the couch. And then I woke up to Karen's piping hot kimchi ramen. It was gooooooooood. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be heading to school now to continue studying. Life couldn't have been better. Serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-1057113693660259686?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/1057113693660259686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=1057113693660259686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1057113693660259686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1057113693660259686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/06/studay-studay-studay.html' title='Studay studay studay!'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-5981793816422573002</id><published>2007-06-20T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:13:54.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077998172114716706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RnisbuL7CCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/9HsZOLLesYk/s200/IMG_0220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077997764092823570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RnisD-L7CBI/AAAAAAAAAbE/bZGKM5v2CbM/s200/IMG_0223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077998176409684018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rnisb-L7CDI/AAAAAAAAAbU/0jwNOLB_Wq0/s200/IMG_0231.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077998180704651346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RniscOL7CFI/AAAAAAAAAbk/kOJinsh4H1o/s200/IMG_0245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077998180704651330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RniscOL7CEI/AAAAAAAAAbc/gYd-IkI7jwI/s200/IMG_0239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-5981793816422573002?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/5981793816422573002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=5981793816422573002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/5981793816422573002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/5981793816422573002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-o.html' title='The Big O'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RnisbuL7CCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/9HsZOLLesYk/s72-c/IMG_0220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-8374607528273224330</id><published>2007-06-18T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T22:33:05.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshoot Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CCA photoshoot today was strangely fun. It was great having the photog's assistant (the one who looked like Edna Mode from &lt;em&gt;The Incredibles&lt;/em&gt;) and my dear vice-president, Vijay, fuss over me like I was a little boy. I swear our choir guy's coat should be damned and changed because it seriously looks out-of-shaped and funny. So much so that the Edna Mode-lookalike said I was drowning in it! Urgh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, for once I got to feel like I was on Top Model! Hahaha it's really a once in a lifetime opportunity okay, and I'm crossing my fingers for our photo to turn out good if not I will so kill whoever is responsible! Including that Edna Mode woman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just finished watching Heroes, and I am already suffering from it's withdrawal symptoms! By far I think it's one of the best shows on tv. I've also been viewing photos on photoblogs online. I think I am going to go back to flickr and start posting stuff. Like, the photos we took in Vietnam! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really can't wait for the exams to fly by so I can go out and take pictures! Tomorrow would be study out day at Starbucks and tomorrow you'd be back! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-8374607528273224330?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/8374607528273224330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=8374607528273224330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8374607528273224330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8374607528273224330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/06/photoshoot-day.html' title='Photoshoot Day'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-8951953169426026394</id><published>2007-06-18T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T00:31:19.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;And so it all makes so much sense to me right now. It's scary, and interesting at the same time, like piecing the little parts of a puzzle together without knowing the image you're forming. And then when that image finally is revealed, it becomes something astonishing. And yet, it almost seems like I was supposed to know about this entire thing, or was I not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am still struggling to come to terms with how and why this entire thing happened right under my nose without my notice. And I daresay it's very close to a year already. Sometimes things happen for a reason, and sometimes they just don't. I don't see why assumptions were made all the way till now. And I've been himbotic enough to just let it fly past me without any hint of suspicion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I could go on and on about this. And that's because you've not provided any form of closure. And then, we could say that it takes two willing hands to clap. But why did it have to turn out this way? And the entire time I thought things on the surface accounted for everything else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-8951953169426026394?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/8951953169426026394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=8951953169426026394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8951953169426026394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8951953169426026394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-step.html' title='First Step'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-6330481510878121974</id><published>2007-06-17T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T16:06:52.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regular weekend update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Big O&lt;/strong&gt; with Taariq, Raj, Hector, Prasanna and Karen was great fun! Despite the really suggestive puns and whatnots, we finished our dinner properly and took a walk down Orchard road after that. Then I hung out with Taariq and Raj at Starbucks Eastpoint till about 1:30am just talking about random things. Nothing beats having great company on a Saturday night! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today's Sunday and I feel terrible because I can't make it for kite-flying at ecp with Jon and the choir bitches. Somehow, I've been removed from the bunch since I left for Vietnam for vacation. I don't know why but I've been so submerged in whatever's on my laps I haven't had the time to spend with all my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On a lighter note, my house has been breaking down since the start of the weekend. The bath's water heater has broken down, several switches refuse to work, and the shelves in the store room have collapsed! So our dining area now looks like a store room, and we look like we're moving off to someplace new. Maybe that's a sign?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been watching Heroes on dvd, and zomg it's the best show since a really long time! It's X-men minus the over-the-top visual effects and too-good-to-be-true plotlines, making it more realistic and watchable. Go watch it if you haven't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dinner tonight at the grandparents'. I'm looking forward 'cos grandma is such a wonderful cook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-6330481510878121974?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/6330481510878121974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=6330481510878121974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6330481510878121974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6330481510878121974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/06/regular-weekend-update.html' title='Regular weekend update'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-6839375682748471589</id><published>2007-06-16T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:13:58.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aston's on Karen's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The food was cheap and good. And we had a great time laughing our guts out (as usual)&lt;br /&gt;Things to note: Check out Mel's triple-chin in the very first shot, and her successful attempt at trying to hide it in the second photo.&lt;br /&gt;The rest is just cam-whoring. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RnOOGOL7BvI/AAAAAAAAAY0/04TdMvZxLNE/s200/IMG_0576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076557442515142386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RnOOG-L7BxI/AAAAAAAAAZE/BJpmiU9pHNg/s1600-h/IMG_0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RnOOG-L7BxI/AAAAAAAAAZE/BJpmiU9pHNg/s200/IMG_0591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076557455400044306" 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/21193321-6839375682748471589?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/6839375682748471589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=6839375682748471589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6839375682748471589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6839375682748471589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/06/astons-on-karens-birthday.html' title='Aston&apos;s on Karen&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RnOUwOL7B8I/AAAAAAAAAac/AvREaey0Fxk/s72-c/IMG_0551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-5242507502488520220</id><published>2007-06-16T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:13:58.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gold Choir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RnN00eL7BsI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Y4CZUNJwZEM/s1600-h/705314749l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076529649781769922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RnN00eL7BsI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Y4CZUNJwZEM/s200/705314749l.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/21193321-5242507502488520220?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/5242507502488520220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=5242507502488520220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/5242507502488520220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/5242507502488520220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/06/gold-choir.html' title='The Gold Choir'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RnN00eL7BsI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Y4CZUNJwZEM/s72-c/705314749l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-8389909847662192299</id><published>2007-06-15T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T22:29:09.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunman's 14th LTC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dunman's 14th Leadership Training Camp went by quickly. In a short three days, I really learnt a lot from the people around me, from the juniors, the seniors, the people who worked alongside me. I want to thank everyone who was there and who made a difference in the time we spent together! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my department didn't get to carry out othe entire Sea Act programme in the end, I think it was all worth it. Standing there by the beach and watching the campers kayaking and rafting already made us beam with pride, that such things were actually achievable. Too bad we didn't get to carry out the second segment of Sea Act, which was a Survivor-inspired challenge that we thought would have been really exciting for the campers. The weather actually fooled us twice on that very day, and at the most crucial times too! I was quite upset at first, but seeing the people around me work so hard for something which eventually didn't materialise at all reinforced in me the fact it was actually the experience which really mattered, not the end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day was fun. We went to Ubin and I had to trek to this really &lt;em&gt;ulu&lt;/em&gt; hut by myself early in the morning and when I was waiting for the campers to arrive in their groups at my station, there was this dog which sat in front of my hut staring at me because it was hungry! Poor dog lah, it eventually gave up it's wait after 15 minutes. I really thought it'd walk to me and jump on me! Then I followed my last group back to Dunman and that was where we broke camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really felt that these 3 days were well spent. Certain things could have been better, but in the end I think I've gained so much, and had such a great time with the people around me, the main comm people, laughing and bitching about everything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post LTC hangover was terrible. I slept for 13 hours, then woke up for 3 hours, then died again for another 2 hours! 2 days of not getting sufficient rest finally took it's toll on me. I've finally gotten to the part of the holidays which I've been dreading! I have to start studying and I've got less than 2 weeks to consolidate and cram everything in my tiny brain before the exams!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-8389909847662192299?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/8389909847662192299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=8389909847662192299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8389909847662192299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8389909847662192299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/06/dunmans-14th-ltc.html' title='Dunman&apos;s 14th LTC'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-7957802034618245724</id><published>2007-06-09T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T00:24:14.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Vietnam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello I am back. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know why everyone's like &lt;em&gt;Omg you're back! &lt;/em&gt;when they see me online. Heh. :D I don't know, but it feels good to be back in sunny Singapore and sucked back into my hectic schedule (yeah right). I actually hope I'm still walking along the air-polluted, traffic-congested streets of Vietnam, exploring and snapping photos along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The trip was good. Had too much coffee, and Vietnam coffee is the sex I tell you. We took 700 over photos, ate a lot, learnt how to cross a road that has a never-ending stream of scooters, became happier, and now we're back. I might post the photos up, but then I'd have to look through the 700 over photos to decide which to post up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home to put down my things after arrival in Singapore, then I broke the toilet bowl flush at home and had a huge quarrel with my father because he always thinks he's the smartest thing in the world. Then I headed to school for the choir farewell party. It was great to see everyone working so hard and putting in so much effort for the seniors, and I felt so bad cos I left everything to everyone else and went on holiday, and I was so envious lah. Was pretty useless walking around trying to be helpful, but to no avail obviously. And then when the bitches saw me they were so excited and ran towards me to hug me! Haha yeay i love you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Farewell went fine. Camwhored like crap with everybody else, and bbq pics are always disgusting because everyone is so oily and grimy, and the camera flash just lights the place up and reveals everyone's severely unglam mugs. Hahahaha. We had a tribute for the seniors, and the year 1s did the song &lt;em&gt;Stand by me &lt;/em&gt;and we encore-d with the very cheena communist-sounding song we did during concert. And it was damn funny cos we sounded really bad. And I got marshmellow-ed and taupok-ed by the seniors. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay. I am tired. My fingers are tired. I've got Ltc preparations before the three-day-long camp on Monday and I only have 14 full days left to study for mid years. I taste failure already :\ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-7957802034618245724?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/7957802034618245724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=7957802034618245724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7957802034618245724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7957802034618245724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-from-vietnam.html' title='Back from Vietnam'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-9087153724980649175</id><published>2007-05-31T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T01:36:47.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>38 degrees celcius.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday was half good and half bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's deal with the bad.&lt;br /&gt;My lips decided to bleed before choir started. And I don't even know why. I didn't even bite myself or what. And blood doesn't taste too good yknow. Then during dinner I laughed till my insides hurt and I ended up with a terrible splitting headache and a slight fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when things hit me abruptly and I don't even know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that applies to a lot of other occurences in my daily life right now. I don't get why you're two-faced and I haven't been able to come to terms with that. Nobody around me does anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I helped to save a relationship today between two people and I am proud of myself because I know that if I didn't invest time and energy in it I'd have to deal with it's repercussions in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had Karen's birthday celebration over dinner last night. It was good fun but I felt like shite after everything. Pictures another time, I need to sleep now before 2 people kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must get onto the road of recovery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-9087153724980649175?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/9087153724980649175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=9087153724980649175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/9087153724980649175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/9087153724980649175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/05/38-degrees-celcius.html' title='38 degrees celcius.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-4409580754931313747</id><published>2007-05-31T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:13:59.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Dot Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rl2rEcwC4CI/AAAAAAAAAXc/CkDPqPX42yE/s1600-h/IMG_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rl2rEcwC4CI/AAAAAAAAAXc/CkDPqPX42yE/s200/IMG_0433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070396848414580770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rl2sH8wC4HI/AAAAAAAAAYE/FoAf3dpVUCM/s1600-h/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rl2sH8wC4HI/AAAAAAAAAYE/FoAf3dpVUCM/s200/IMG_0447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070398008055750770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rl2rGcwC4FI/AAAAAAAAAX0/j_h5tj1A3aU/s1600-h/IMG_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rl2rGcwC4FI/AAAAAAAAAX0/j_h5tj1A3aU/s200/IMG_0436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070396882774319186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rl2rF8wC4EI/AAAAAAAAAXs/GzWgdgaoLi4/s1600-h/IMG_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rl2rF8wC4EI/AAAAAAAAAXs/GzWgdgaoLi4/s200/IMG_0435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070396874184384578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rl2rHMwC4GI/AAAAAAAAAX8/CswpTqTnN9s/s1600-h/IMG_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rl2rHMwC4GI/AAAAAAAAAX8/CswpTqTnN9s/s200/IMG_0438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070396895659221090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rl2rFMwC4DI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bGPLDHoI1dI/s1600-h/IMG_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rl2rFMwC4DI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bGPLDHoI1dI/s200/IMG_0471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070396861299482674" 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/21193321-4409580754931313747?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/4409580754931313747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=4409580754931313747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/4409580754931313747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/4409580754931313747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/05/red-dot-museum.html' title='Red Dot Museum'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rl2rEcwC4CI/AAAAAAAAAXc/CkDPqPX42yE/s72-c/IMG_0433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-8167706400910059451</id><published>2007-05-29T01:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T01:36:23.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culled from nothing at all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are just too many people watching, I can feel their eyes on me. It hasn't even started and I already wish it to be over. I don't want to go through with it just because I think I have to, or just because there is noone else better to take it into his hands. Someone tell me why I am doing this and who I am doing this for. Someone give me a reason, just one will do. Sometimes I feel the support that is provided is all but nothing. You all just don't wish to see me fall from above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-8167706400910059451?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/8167706400910059451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=8167706400910059451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8167706400910059451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8167706400910059451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/05/culled-from-nothing-at-all.html' title='Culled from nothing at all...'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-4541409990269851329</id><published>2007-05-26T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T22:06:42.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday was Friday &amp; Today is Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday was a no school day and I met up with Jon, Charlotte and Louis! We had popiah (omg it's a habit that is kicking in) and we were still kinda recovering from the post-concert-hangover. We walked over to the esplanade rooftop garden place and sat around plucking grass for quite awhile while this couple engaged in P.D.A. the entire time. The guy was in uniform and they couldn't stop kissing each other while random tourists/families/little children enjoyed the marvelous city skyline of Singapore while they just stood there making out, oblivious to their surroundings. I was that close to shouting &lt;em&gt;get a room. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then suddenly we heard drumbeats from below. Some really funny french men were drumming away and they were really good. We ran down to see them after that, and during the last part they gave out drumsticks to the people watching em and we got to hit the drums too! After that it was Thai express for dinner and then more great music and great company (: We got to hear Mathilda d'silva sing and she was really damn good. Too bad Brandon, Martin, Roy and Sylvia couldn't join us! I had such a great day yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&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;Today I woke up early and it was all because my lips were bleeding terribly. The ulcers are recovering but they're still hanging around. And more have sprouted on the underside of my tongue. Sigh ): Anyways I got quite a bit of GPP done with my group at Marine parade library and then it was lunch with Prasanna, Karen and Hector at Katong. Mum was just telling me that she's been driving along Katong very frequently recently cos of me and I was telling her that I love the area very much. I'd always walk past our old house on Kuo chuan avenue and think back to the wonderful childhood memories. Nostalgia! Besides, food around there is always good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow is study day before the much-awaited GP exam on Monday (hurhur) I'm looking forward to post-GP-exam because I've so much in store for me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Till then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-4541409990269851329?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/4541409990269851329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=4541409990269851329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/4541409990269851329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/4541409990269851329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/05/yesterday-was-friday-today-is-saturday.html' title='Yesterday was Friday &amp; Today is Saturday'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-7959588325977351798</id><published>2007-05-25T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:02.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Penny Lane!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;La Risonanza IV&lt;/span&gt; was great, I must say. We outdid ourselves and enjoyed singing on the stage. Though I'm sure every single one of us had to overcome our own obstacles along the way, we really put in all we could for this concert given the short timespan, and we pulled through! Good job everyone I'm so happy cos everyone's happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got shitloads of photos of us clowning around, us backstage in our retro outfits, and us taking a jump shot in which Roy had to expose his lucky red underwear to prove his point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rlb7jMwC35I/AAAAAAAAAWU/iW3WLl_reSk/s1600-h/IMG_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068515012788805522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rlb7jMwC35I/AAAAAAAAAWU/iW3WLl_reSk/s200/IMG_0386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rlb7jcwC36I/AAAAAAAAAWc/CJ0PY6pbzRE/s1600-h/DSCF0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068515017083772834" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rlb8-swC39I/AAAAAAAAAW0/AAEJVa9QUdo/s200/DSCF0056.jpg" border="0" /&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/21193321-7959588325977351798?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/7959588325977351798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=7959588325977351798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7959588325977351798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7959588325977351798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/05/welcome-to-penny-lane.html' title='Welcome to Penny Lane!'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rlb7jMwC35I/AAAAAAAAAWU/iW3WLl_reSk/s72-c/IMG_0386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-277223479569487152</id><published>2007-05-22T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T00:25:20.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hullabaloo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think hope is evil. And overnight curry is better than fresh curry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I shall keep this space happy for the sake of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-277223479569487152?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/277223479569487152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=277223479569487152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/277223479569487152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/277223479569487152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/05/hullabaloo.html' title='Hullabaloo'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-757201799743698518</id><published>2007-05-21T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T00:20:02.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What shall I name this post?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday was nice. I want more days to be like Saturday. I love the people around me and I love choir practices. We got blasted at initially, but after some bitching (by Mr Kwei, not us!), everyone's mood lifted and for the first time, everyone was enjoying making music and grooving to it somemore! The pianist came and banged away (he was super good lah!) and we kept doing communist actions while marching away to the chinese tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert is in 3 days' time. I hope I have the strength to pull through this last week of intensive practices and that we pull off a really good show for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was superb too. Mum brought me out and we shopped and had popiah. And then we headed to grandma's for curry. The mother-son bonding session was worth it. And I am glad mum had time to take a break from her work. She brought Cheyenne out on Saturday night and they had a mother-daughter bonding session too. And they had spageddies without me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this week to be over, because it'd mean the holidays are here and choir practices would be cut down, and that she'd be back from being away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's the 21st of May. Happy Birthday, Roxanne! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-757201799743698518?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/757201799743698518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=757201799743698518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/757201799743698518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/757201799743698518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-shall-i-name-this-post.html' title='What shall I name this post?'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-7173846172851727838</id><published>2007-05-20T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:02.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay we rock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rk-0u8wC3sI/AAAAAAAAAUs/OW9kbofgYtg/s1600-h/IMG_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rk-0u8wC3sI/AAAAAAAAAUs/OW9kbofgYtg/s200/IMG_0376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066466824489721538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sylvia, Louis, Charlotte and Jonathan! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-7173846172851727838?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/7173846172851727838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=7173846172851727838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7173846172851727838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7173846172851727838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/05/yay-we-rock.html' title='Yay we rock.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rk-0u8wC3sI/AAAAAAAAAUs/OW9kbofgYtg/s72-c/IMG_0376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-8234259576006178263</id><published>2007-05-20T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:02.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cousins and the sister.</title><content type='html'>Mother's Day. After pepper crabs and chilli crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rk-yp8wC3rI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Rg_n3kwjXBw/s1600-h/IMG_0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rk-yp8wC3rI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Rg_n3kwjXBw/s200/IMG_0375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066464539567120050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jarell, Cheyenne &amp;amp; Joey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-8234259576006178263?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/8234259576006178263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=8234259576006178263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8234259576006178263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8234259576006178263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/05/cousins-and-sister.html' title='The cousins and the sister.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rk-yp8wC3rI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Rg_n3kwjXBw/s72-c/IMG_0375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-8970405308938890304</id><published>2007-05-20T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:02.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 07A302</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rk-v7swC3qI/AAAAAAAAAUc/erJr-9ujxWk/s1600-h/IMG_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rk-v7swC3qI/AAAAAAAAAUc/erJr-9ujxWk/s200/IMG_0348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066461545974914722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Midsummer Night's Dream at Fort Canning some friday ago with my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-8970405308938890304?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/8970405308938890304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=8970405308938890304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8970405308938890304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8970405308938890304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-07a302.html' title='Hello 07A302'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rk-v7swC3qI/AAAAAAAAAUc/erJr-9ujxWk/s72-c/IMG_0348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-5329500959458185958</id><published>2007-05-18T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T21:18:37.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Comeback!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Blogger finally allows me to come into this "Create" page and not show some default error irieghwg gibberish. Which explains why I've not been blogging since the 6th of May, which was a really long time ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyday's been choir day it almost seems like it's never going to end. So much so that I decided that I needed a break and pontanged school today! I was just really tired and there are 5 ulcers in my mouth. I hate them and they have to come plague me right before concert week. I hate the ulcers i feel like chopping my mouth off and by Sunday if they don't get better I am going to rub salt into them so that they will burn and sting so badly they'd be sorry for making me have them at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For the past couple of days I've been battling ulcers, stressful choir pracs and a total of 3 tests. Life hasn't been very kind though, so I really hope that this phase quickly passes and I get better before the concert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And and... I need a life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-5329500959458185958?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/5329500959458185958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=5329500959458185958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/5329500959458185958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/5329500959458185958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/05/comeback.html' title='The Comeback!'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-8105656737110838365</id><published>2007-05-06T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:03.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bundle of joy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rj3oI2wZXbI/AAAAAAAAAUU/_qFI8qhwegI/s1600-h/IMG_0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rj3oI2wZXbI/AAAAAAAAAUU/_qFI8qhwegI/s200/IMG_0280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061456795069406642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, a baby who loves being carried by me! This is my youngest cousin, and I saw her just yesterday at dinner. It was her one-year-old birthday celebration, and I was playing some hit-the-table-with-your-hands game with her. She was really amused by it. And when I took out my camera, she was so excited because she saw herself on the screen. She was so comfortable in my arms that she decided to lie down and prop her legs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-8105656737110838365?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/8105656737110838365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=8105656737110838365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8105656737110838365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8105656737110838365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/05/bundle-of-joy.html' title='Bundle of joy.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rj3oI2wZXbI/AAAAAAAAAUU/_qFI8qhwegI/s72-c/IMG_0280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-1115751668364123524</id><published>2007-05-06T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:04.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Hidayah's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We celebrated Hidayah's 17th birthday one day later at Cartel on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;It was great catching up with everyone. I am glad that we've got the time to see each other even though we're all busy with school and other things. And we had good fun bitching about Dunman's self-appointed student conductor, updating each other with the latest gossips, and listening to Jia Yu speak korean. Her korean has improved to longer sentences but we still have no clue as to what she's trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rj2TmWwZXUI/AAAAAAAAATc/znU9KSPmC-k/s1600-h/IMG_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rj2TmWwZXUI/AAAAAAAAATc/znU9KSPmC-k/s200/IMG_0256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061363843387186498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rj2WUGwZXaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/9ZBMooubsU0/s1600-h/IMG_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rj2WUGwZXaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/9ZBMooubsU0/s200/IMG_0259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061366828389457314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rj2WTmwZXZI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ELi_kp1R7WU/s1600-h/IMG_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rj2WTmwZXZI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ELi_kp1R7WU/s200/IMG_0270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061366819799522706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rj2TnWwZXXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bYbEKylP8io/s1600-h/IMG_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rj2TnWwZXXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bYbEKylP8io/s200/IMG_0269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061363860567055730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rj2TmmwZXVI/AAAAAAAAATk/ZGDQfLT5IvQ/s1600-h/IMG_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rj2TmmwZXVI/AAAAAAAAATk/ZGDQfLT5IvQ/s200/IMG_0273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061363847682153810" border="0" /&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/21193321-1115751668364123524?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/1115751668364123524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=1115751668364123524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1115751668364123524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1115751668364123524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/05/celebrating-hidayahs-birthday.html' title='Celebrating Hidayah&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rj2TmWwZXUI/AAAAAAAAATc/znU9KSPmC-k/s72-c/IMG_0256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-4617252517785288856</id><published>2007-05-06T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:04.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raj, Karen, Prasanna, Andre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rj2RdWwZXTI/AAAAAAAAATU/QKul0t7Fv5Y/s1600-h/IMG_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rj2RdWwZXTI/AAAAAAAAATU/QKul0t7Fv5Y/s200/IMG_0249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061361489745108274" 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/21193321-4617252517785288856?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/4617252517785288856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=4617252517785288856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/4617252517785288856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/4617252517785288856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/05/raj-karen-prasanna-andre.html' title='Raj, Karen, Prasanna, Andre'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rj2RdWwZXTI/AAAAAAAAATU/QKul0t7Fv5Y/s72-c/IMG_0249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-2425579980484619033</id><published>2007-05-06T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T12:56:40.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something worth mentioning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;"oh... and andre looked the same... nvr change lor... daya looked more pretty... inez looks tired... but she now looked more grown up... more mature... and&lt;strong&gt; jy is like the same old auntie&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just got this off Shing's blog... and I find it funny how he commented 'bout how different (or similar) we look now, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-2425579980484619033?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/2425579980484619033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=2425579980484619033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/2425579980484619033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/2425579980484619033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/05/something-worth-mentioning.html' title='Something worth mentioning.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-1957061143767962916</id><published>2007-05-06T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:05.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day we ran away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjyxrGwZXNI/AAAAAAAAASk/Pog7T_D-q-w/s1600-h/IMG_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjyxrGwZXNI/AAAAAAAAASk/Pog7T_D-q-w/s200/IMG_0159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061115435363687634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjyxrWwZXOI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Iiw2WIBZYk/s1600-h/IMG_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjyxrWwZXOI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Iiw2WIBZYk/s200/IMG_0161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061115439658654946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjyxrmwZXPI/AAAAAAAAAS0/FVjPN7Y0c1o/s1600-h/IMG_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjyxrmwZXPI/AAAAAAAAAS0/FVjPN7Y0c1o/s200/IMG_0163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061115443953622258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjyyOmwZXSI/AAAAAAAAATM/L8_y5pP6-aE/s1600-h/IMG_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjyyOmwZXSI/AAAAAAAAATM/L8_y5pP6-aE/s200/IMG_0172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061116045249043746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rjyxr2wZXQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/kOjkttZNoTA/s1600-h/IMG_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rjyxr2wZXQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/kOjkttZNoTA/s200/IMG_0164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061115448248589570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjyxsWwZXRI/AAAAAAAAATE/TY_IwyVvn5Y/s1600-h/IMG_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjyxsWwZXRI/AAAAAAAAATE/TY_IwyVvn5Y/s200/IMG_0165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061115456838524178" 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/21193321-1957061143767962916?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/1957061143767962916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=1957061143767962916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1957061143767962916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1957061143767962916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-we-ran-away.html' title='The day we ran away.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjyxrGwZXNI/AAAAAAAAASk/Pog7T_D-q-w/s72-c/IMG_0159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-6632227669474197197</id><published>2007-05-03T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:06.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poor Cow</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060316661640944818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjnbMWwZXLI/AAAAAAAAASU/hqnrJreTF7M/s200/IMG_0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060316670230879426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjnbM2wZXMI/AAAAAAAAASc/lC-QsWUTRYk/s200/IMG_0180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjnbMGwZXKI/AAAAAAAAASM/6RnZY3x0BPI/s1600-h/IMG_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060316657345977506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjnbMGwZXKI/AAAAAAAAASM/6RnZY3x0BPI/s200/IMG_0178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-6632227669474197197?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/6632227669474197197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=6632227669474197197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6632227669474197197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6632227669474197197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/05/poor-cow.html' title='The Poor Cow'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjnbMWwZXLI/AAAAAAAAASU/hqnrJreTF7M/s72-c/IMG_0179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-251454216324811100</id><published>2007-05-03T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T20:40:40.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amie, he sang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Monday was a shitty day in school and choir. Felt really lousy after everything, but least I had something to look forward to. Karen and I cabbed down to simpang after everything in school ended to meet up with Edwin, WanTing, Taariq and Pras. And we dinnered together. It was nice catching up and bitching and bimboing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then after that we went home to bathe and met again at changi airport, with the exception of Pras. We got there at midnight and mugged all the way till 7am in the morning. I was awake the entire morning while the rest dozed off a couple of times along the way. I don't know but I felt it was effective for me! Like I could get everything done properly without being distracted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After studying it was burger king for breakfast and then we headed home again to bathe and then we met yet again for the Leadership training camp meeting. This time there was Pras but no Edwin, haha. Anyways, for this year's Ltc I am placed inj the Sea Act department! With Raj and Melyssa! It's gonna be really fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The meeting ended and then Raj, Karen, Pras and I went towning. There was supposed to be so many things to buy but in the end they went home empty handed but I got myself a tshirt. Which means less money for the month of may already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I finally went home and zonked out because I was super tired. The next two days in school were equally tiring, I slept at 10plus on both nights. Today's thursday, and there's no choir today. It feels really weird to not have choir. And it'll make you cranky. Charlotte and I hung around talking till 6pm today before we finally decided to get our lazy asses up and on the way home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And today's Hidayah's 17th birthday! If I didn't have school tomorrow (and a whole list of deadlines to meet) I'd have wanted to bring you for this exclusive screening of Spiderman 3 that I have tickets to! So wasted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Things to look forward to this weekend and after: Final choir Syf pracs, Hidayah's birthday celebration, shopping with emobimbos, Syf competition performance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright. Pray hard that mj choir can secure a gold okay. If not it'd be terribly sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-251454216324811100?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/251454216324811100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=251454216324811100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/251454216324811100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/251454216324811100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/05/amie-he-sang.html' title='Amie, he sang.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-1289189609524878962</id><published>2007-04-30T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:06.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjTjU2wZXJI/AAAAAAAAASE/-hVHsBMdXio/s1600-h/IMG_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058918228879301778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjTjU2wZXJI/AAAAAAAAASE/-hVHsBMdXio/s200/IMG_0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I met up with my bitches for pepper lunch and a failed shopping spree in town last night. We ended up postponing our shopping to tuesday and taking pictures at this really nice wall at the heeren's basement. Pictures tomorrow. It's already 2:26am and I should really be sleeping because I've to wake before 7am to head to school. And I've got choir. And I'm meeting the bitches and the rest of the bitches for dinner tomorrow. My weekend homework is undone, and I love Starbucks' banana java chip which made me poorer by $7.50 just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-1289189609524878962?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/1289189609524878962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=1289189609524878962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1289189609524878962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1289189609524878962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/bitches.html' title='Bitches!'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjTjU2wZXJI/AAAAAAAAASE/-hVHsBMdXio/s72-c/IMG_0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-4422119524035226542</id><published>2007-04-28T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:08.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat, breathe, live and shit CHOIR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Choir has been an everyday affair for me recently. It's tough, mentally draining and emotionally charged, but I find the strength to drag my ass down to practice everday cos of these people (: They make life in choir so much more bearable and worth going through. And I really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjNrt2wZW7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/1b7rc5rD2SA/s1600-h/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058505242003987378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjNrt2wZW7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/1b7rc5rD2SA/s200/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CARLS JR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think this picture's so nice, we look so happy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjNtiWwZXBI/AAAAAAAAARE/7jXQPmLBCjw/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058507243458747410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjNtiWwZXBI/AAAAAAAAARE/7jXQPmLBCjw/s200/IMG_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjNtimwZXCI/AAAAAAAAARM/Ftm9TEeG29Q/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058507247753714722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjNtimwZXCI/AAAAAAAAARM/Ftm9TEeG29Q/s200/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjNtjWwZXEI/AAAAAAAAARc/RkJUKkZKIvM/s1600-h/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058507260638616642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjNtjWwZXEI/AAAAAAAAARc/RkJUKkZKIvM/s200/IMG_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's like whenever you're down in the dumps they'd be there to make you wanna smile. Those shots are damn candid lah, and then there's crazy Charlotte who's just crazy. Oh and I found out today that the both of us love plucking grass to de-stress. I swear it's therapeutic. And Charlotte and I have nice &lt;s&gt;bimbotic&lt;/s&gt; tshirts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjNv9WwZXFI/AAAAAAAAARk/PP23Ae1iG4Q/s1600-h/IMG_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058509906338470994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjNv9WwZXFI/AAAAAAAAARk/PP23Ae1iG4Q/s200/IMG_0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjNv92wZXGI/AAAAAAAAARs/Wo11ZEw5Hc4/s1600-h/IMG_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058509914928405602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjNv92wZXGI/AAAAAAAAARs/Wo11ZEw5Hc4/s200/IMG_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjNv-GwZXHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Y528ECboZgA/s1600-h/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058509919223372914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjNv-GwZXHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Y528ECboZgA/s200/IMG_0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today choir practice was at sscc. It started out all happy and nice, but then by lunch time the tension was crazy (hur what's new everyday there'd be some drama in mj choir) I think like it's damn hard to work well when leadership is haywire. I mean, people are angry and pissed when things go wrong, so it gets really tough to work things out. Sigh. Nevermind I should just be glad I'm not involved. Either way, we bitched a lot today and it made everyone feel better so yay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjNru2wZW-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/e0CFhynAx-w/s1600-h/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058505259183856610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjNru2wZW-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/e0CFhynAx-w/s200/IMG_0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjNrvGwZW_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/If9of05IEis/s1600-h/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058505263478823922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjNrvGwZW_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/If9of05IEis/s200/IMG_0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And and and there were tonnes of funny moments today. Like when Charlotte broke the miniature playhouse (the kind we used to hide in in kindergaten!) because she stood up inside it and the roof collapsed! Okay more pictures, we stayed back after choir for a bit and we took photos with our vice-president and president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjNruWwZW8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/T0ScTlDQfn0/s1600-h/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058505250593921986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjNruWwZW8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/T0ScTlDQfn0/s200/IMG_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjNrumwZW9I/AAAAAAAAAQk/BQPAhcV7uhE/s1600-h/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058505254888889298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjNrumwZW9I/AAAAAAAAAQk/BQPAhcV7uhE/s200/IMG_0114.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/21193321-4422119524035226542?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/4422119524035226542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=4422119524035226542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/4422119524035226542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/4422119524035226542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/eat-breathe-live-and-shit-choir.html' title='Eat, breathe, live and shit CHOIR.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RjNrt2wZW7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/1b7rc5rD2SA/s72-c/IMG_0112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-539947124932942811</id><published>2007-04-28T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T00:40:41.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding ding ding ding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday went well. The last day of the week finally came and we had lessons till 10:25am because we had to leave for choir rehearsels at vch. It felt really good to sing inside vch again. The sound, the lights, the people. I remembered that this was what I signed up for and so this was it! I thought we sounded better there, and so we sang for about 2 hours and then headed back to meridian to continue singing. We sang sang sang until everyone became really cranky and restless and then choir finally ended around 6. Uh, and I finally agree to the incompetence of a certain someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that Jonathan, Charlotte, Brandon, Louis, Martin and I went to MOS burger for dinner. Garlic and lemon mussels are really yummy and I am looking forward to choir at sscc tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-539947124932942811?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/539947124932942811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=539947124932942811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/539947124932942811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/539947124932942811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/ding-ding-ding-ding.html' title='Ding ding ding ding!'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-578023040705251193</id><published>2007-04-27T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T01:35:49.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me updating myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I bought a copy of &lt;em&gt;1984&lt;/em&gt; today. It's cover is sexy as hell and I know I am on my way to loving lit and wanting to score well for lit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love Death Cab. And I say this again, I love Death Cab. They've got such fantastic songs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had irregular meals yesterday. Oily fried noodle thing for breakfast during break and then sandwich and cheese crackers during lunch break, and then hotdogs from ikea for afternoon tea (yeah right, I had to finish up 2 of those during the 10 minute cab ride home), popcorn and fried chickenlets for dinner during the movie and beef horfun for supper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I (and Sam) can't wait for our lit trip to London in july! We were checking London's weather during pw lab lesson today and it's gonna be summer, about 20 deg. and did I say we can't wait! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am looking forward to seeing my bitches this weekend, hopefully, for another wonderful pigout session we've coined a new term for, FOODING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will be going to Vietnam with my family during the june holidays! Want to try crossing a really busy road slowly but surely and see if I actually survive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I learned a lot during lit class today about how people use the power of language to deceive, and that actually there are many things in this world that I struggle to come to terms with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am relieved that there's no choir today, somehow or another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-578023040705251193?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/578023040705251193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=578023040705251193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/578023040705251193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/578023040705251193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/me-updating-myself.html' title='Me updating myself.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-1254539097845064310</id><published>2007-04-27T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T01:16:45.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Shepherd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello hello school was so boring today I felt so much like running away from it. I don't know why but today I didn't feel like mixing around and being my usual crazy self with the rest of my classmates. Maybe I am missing all the old faces, and that it's so strange that I'm trying to get used to all these new faces? I stoned through everything and during Compass I just blasted Death Cab in my ears and did my own thing. My mood got lifted quite a bit during pe though, somehow. I think Mr Foo is a really cool pe teacher and I'm glad we got him cos he's always such a respectable person, unlike some other teacher. Oh yeah and he made us count our heart rates after running and mine's at an unhealthy level :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I arranged to meet Karen to head to Ikea after school so that I could have something to look forward to whenever I had nothing to do except stone. And so I thought it was a short walk, judging from the route my mum takes to school whenever she drives me to school in the mornings, but it actually took about 15 minutes to walk.. and Karen and I took the long way out and we were sweating like pigs by the time we got there. I think we only spent 15 minutes max inside Ikea because I was rushing for time. We went to grab a red dustbin for Karen and then two hotdogs for me and an ice-cream for Karen. And then we jumped into a cab and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rushing because I only had one hour to go home bathe change and then head out again to meet mum at The Cathay. She had tickets for an exclusive preview of &lt;strong&gt;The Good Shepherd&lt;/strong&gt;, this movie that won't be released in Singapore in the end due to strict movie regulations. So I guess I am really lucky to be able to watch it. It was draggy, with tonnes of dialogue, and not the kinda movie that I will go and watch, but I thought it was good, the twists and turns and the lies and deception all played out nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, mum and I did some shopping and I tell you I cannot stand my mother because she bought two pairs of brazilian praia (sp?) heels from num just like that. Two pairs of the same thing, but in different colours. Haha but I don't blame her lah cos I got a tee also (: Some really bimbotic tee with bimbotic words. Can't stand the bimbocity but it's really funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so today was a not-bad day afterall. I love night outs with my mum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-1254539097845064310?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/1254539097845064310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=1254539097845064310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1254539097845064310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1254539097845064310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-shepherd.html' title='The Good Shepherd'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-8018088612301107777</id><published>2007-04-23T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:08.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Samantha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RizArRMRcOI/AAAAAAAAAP0/3QCHcGlQ4Qo/s1600-h/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RizArRMRcOI/AAAAAAAAAP0/3QCHcGlQ4Qo/s200/IMG_0092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056628331212009698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RizAsBMRcQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/r1ssddJgwyY/s1600-h/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RizAsBMRcQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/r1ssddJgwyY/s200/IMG_0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056628344096911618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RizAsRMRcRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cFuIoXiTuoo/s1600-h/IMG_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RizAsRMRcRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cFuIoXiTuoo/s200/IMG_0095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056628348391878930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RizArxMRcPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/fswKklBGq0Y/s1600-h/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RizArxMRcPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/fswKklBGq0Y/s200/IMG_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056628339801944306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I lurve my Emo Bimbos (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-8018088612301107777?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/8018088612301107777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=8018088612301107777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8018088612301107777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8018088612301107777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-samantha.html' title='Happy Birthday Samantha!'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RizArRMRcOI/AAAAAAAAAP0/3QCHcGlQ4Qo/s72-c/IMG_0092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-2661332248615953461</id><published>2007-04-23T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:09.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C A R L S J R</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Riy-FBMRcNI/AAAAAAAAAPs/nR4UHi0aQAs/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Riy-FBMRcNI/AAAAAAAAAPs/nR4UHi0aQAs/s200/IMG_0091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056625475058757842" 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/21193321-2661332248615953461?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/2661332248615953461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=2661332248615953461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/2661332248615953461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/2661332248615953461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/c-r-l-s-j-r.html' title='C A R L S J R'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Riy-FBMRcNI/AAAAAAAAAPs/nR4UHi0aQAs/s72-c/IMG_0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-7634890444029744778</id><published>2007-04-23T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:09.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, I Miss You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Riy9ahMRcLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/apn0XurTWKY/s1600-h/IMG_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Riy9ahMRcLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/apn0XurTWKY/s200/IMG_0086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056624744914317490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Riy9bBMRcMI/AAAAAAAAAPk/lN6ZIfKLYFE/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Riy9bBMRcMI/AAAAAAAAAPk/lN6ZIfKLYFE/s200/IMG_0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056624753504252098" 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/21193321-7634890444029744778?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/7634890444029744778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=7634890444029744778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7634890444029744778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7634890444029744778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-i-miss-you.html' title='Hello, I Miss You.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Riy9ahMRcLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/apn0XurTWKY/s72-c/IMG_0086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-2531380270412354606</id><published>2007-04-22T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T16:43:27.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Pick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello hello. I am sitting at Han's at the NLB now and I've just submitted the 3rd draft of my PI.  I ended up here at Han's today because I had to go to the bigass Popular at Bras Basah to buy all my school things. I thought that they'd have better nicer things here but I was wrong! There are sure many many things here, but the variety to choose from is lousy lah. Okay I better run now because the battery of this laptop is running out soon. Dinner tonight with mum and Cheyenne at some Shanghainese place which serves wonderful xiao long bao! Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-2531380270412354606?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/2531380270412354606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=2531380270412354606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/2531380270412354606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/2531380270412354606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/hot-pick.html' title='Hot Pick'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-8672609307180371568</id><published>2007-04-19T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T21:54:50.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking about karma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fuck rah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The 6 goldfish that Dad, Cheyenne and I own died today. Some bloody infectious fungi thing started to infest them, and one by one they started to float on their bellies, gasping for air and finally having no energy to swim anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's so amazing that that evil thing that ate them up inside attacked within a really short span of 3 days. So quick, and so lethal. I am in mourning now, someone tell me what to do with an empty tank. I think Dad will be really shocked and upset to see an empty tank of water when he comes home tonight. Sigh. And they said fish were the best pets to keep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And yknow, the cough is back. Yes, the one that makes me cough until I feel so much like vomitting. I don't know why, but the phlegm is clogging up, the throat is sore, and everything's going haywire right now. And so I don't think I am going to school tomorrow. I need to catch up on rest and not stay out so much, and save my voice. I need it to let me sing properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel so guilty now. I shouldn't have shared the 20 nuggets at Macs with Hidayah that day lah. And I still dipped it in all kinds of sauces somemore. Shit lah I hate it when I am sick lah who likes it right ok bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-8672609307180371568?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/8672609307180371568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=8672609307180371568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8672609307180371568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8672609307180371568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/speaking-about-karma.html' title='Speaking about karma...'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-6682315357593041159</id><published>2007-04-19T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:23:58.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Goes Around Comes Around...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Monday was off to Carl's Junior with &lt;strong&gt;Carl's jr&lt;/strong&gt;. It's sucha coincidence that the bunch of us have names that spell out Carl's jr yknow. It's &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;harlotte, &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ndre, &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;oy,&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ouis, &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ylvia, &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;onathan, (B)&lt;strong&gt;r&lt;/strong&gt;andon! Hahaha, although we had to change Brandon's name to &lt;em&gt;randon&lt;/em&gt;, it's still so coincidental!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were our usual bitchy selves, and the train ride was really interesting because there was this woman who told us off for stretching our legs out. I mean, the thought of it is simply ridiculous lah! She had nothing better to do and insisted (rudely) to me that we should not do so because people are boarding the train. At the point in time, the train doors hadn't even opened at tampines, and there was an abundance of space in the cabin. I was trying to explain this to her politely, when she suddenly snapped back at me with a &lt;em&gt;Say that again?&lt;/em&gt; I was momentarily stunned by her response, and then Jonathan and I exchanged weird looks with each other. And then I picked up my bag and went &lt;em&gt;Um, guys, dyall wanna move to the other cabin? Let's go. &lt;/em&gt;The bunch of us went over to the other cabin, and that woman even stood up to watch where we were heading. Along the way, Sylvia joined us and we kept bitching 'bout her from the other cabin. Haha we just went on and on about how she looked because we were so pissed about her telling us off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got off at City Hall, and she too, and that was where all the real bitching started. There was a confrontation, and Jonathan and Sylvia and I really told her off before we parted ways with her. She was so strange, firstly denying her impoliteness and then threatening us, and then passing off some really odd racist comment which we didn't even understand. (cos like we are chinese and we didn't know what she was trying to get at?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was when she threatened to make a complaint and I went &lt;em&gt;Yeah, you look like the sort who can complain really well. Love to complain about every single thing, sucha typical Singaporean. &lt;/em&gt;Then after that she said something about India (?) and we didn't get it. And then she said &lt;em&gt;Still dare to call yourselves jc students! &lt;/em&gt;And then this was when Sylvia, Jonathan and I stood in a line and said &lt;em&gt;Thank You very much, bye! &lt;/em&gt;, complete with wide grins on our faces and waves of goodbye to her before we walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Carl's jr for dinner and telling Charlotte how much bitching she'd missed cos she joined us later from school. Then we headed off for Esplanade... and none of us were expecting this mega huge surprise that was awaiting us at the concert hall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went through the security check, up the escalator, and then... in front of the door we were supposed to enter at was the same woman who pissed all of us so badly on the train!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were shocked shitless at the coincidence. She was an usherer at the Esplanade lah. And we could see the smirk across her face man. Maybe it was karma or something. But we decided to just leave her alone because we thought she couldn't do anything to us anymore. But that was not the case. Imagine how graaaaah I felt when I discovered after the concert that she bitched to my SL while he was waiting to enter from outside! Like, get a life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the really bitchy Monday night I had. I love Carl's jr, as in, both the fast food &amp;amp; the group of choir chums! And Operation aras did work out because we were smart this time. The concert was quite okay. The girls from aj choir dressed up in kimonos towards the end and Martin was hyperventilating so badly beside me he almost died!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was screwed up also lah. Some teacher who had had a bad day decided to embaress me in economics lecture, in front of like, 100 over students. My class was passing around a note to tell us to come earlier to school the next day for house meeting because Anmari was gonna leave right after the lecture and couldn't wait to inform us, and the lecturer saw it when it got passed back to me and became really furious. So she stomped up to where I was sitting and snatched the note from me even before I could finish my attempt at telling her it was for yesterday. And she just stomped back to the front and left me fuming mad at her. When the lecture ended, I felt so much like walking down to her and telling her off for making me look like I did something so wrong. Anyways, we concluded that she's got serious insecurity issues and prolly thought that we were gossiping bout her in that note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was equally screwed, not only for me, but for the entire class. Remember I said we had to go to school earlier although it was early Wednesday? It was house meeting, and my class got into deep shit because apparently, "we tried to cover up for a friend who wasn't there". For the record, we didn't try to cover up and only gave the truth of why that friend wasn't there. And all because of that minor thing, we had to report in school at 6:45am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad bad bad days. I need a break from shitty people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-6682315357593041159?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/6682315357593041159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=6682315357593041159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6682315357593041159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6682315357593041159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-goes-around-comes-around.html' title='What Goes Around Comes Around...'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-1694894802205827919</id><published>2007-04-16T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:11.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night of Choir Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RiOgJa9heTI/AAAAAAAAAPU/cy6LYJbVpGI/s1600-h/IMG_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RiOgJa9heTI/AAAAAAAAAPU/cy6LYJbVpGI/s200/IMG_0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054059290556463410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RiOe1q9heLI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Zao0r-FHRPs/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RiOe1q9heLI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Zao0r-FHRPs/s200/IMG_0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054057851742419122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RiOf9K9heQI/AAAAAAAAAO8/qVd_-1bAu34/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RiOf9K9heQI/AAAAAAAAAO8/qVd_-1bAu34/s200/IMG_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054059080103065858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RiOe1a9heKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/C9x2Sjpw2bc/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RiOe1a9heKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/C9x2Sjpw2bc/s200/IMG_0063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054057847447451810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RiOe2K9heMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hArpzrvVmY8/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RiOe2K9heMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/hArpzrvVmY8/s200/IMG_0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054057860332353730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RiOf969heSI/AAAAAAAAAPM/csh8yaMDSYo/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RiOf969heSI/AAAAAAAAAPM/csh8yaMDSYo/s200/IMG_0076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054059092987967778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RiOe2a9heNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/h2y6aSfqhfs/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RiOe2a9heNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/h2y6aSfqhfs/s200/IMG_0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054057864627321042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RiOfR69heOI/AAAAAAAAAOs/zKsO4KE_ii8/s1600-h/IMG_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RiOfR69heOI/AAAAAAAAAOs/zKsO4KE_ii8/s200/IMG_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054058337073723618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RiOfSa9hePI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8nJbDlFC540/s1600-h/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RiOfSa9hePI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8nJbDlFC540/s200/IMG_0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054058345663658226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlotte and I being all emo with that hello kitty toy that's been sitting beside the canteen for a week. And before that, random shots with Roy, Brandon, Sylvia, Jonathan, Joseph and Canphylia. Choir camp was a blast because of these people (: And Charlotte's in 55.55% of the photos here because she's the best camwhore in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-1694894802205827919?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/1694894802205827919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=1694894802205827919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1694894802205827919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1694894802205827919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/night-of-choir-camp.html' title='Night of Choir Camp'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RiOgJa9heTI/AAAAAAAAAPU/cy6LYJbVpGI/s72-c/IMG_0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-665473897187082056</id><published>2007-04-15T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T12:26:13.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Smiley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello yall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life couldn't be better at this moment. Well actually, thinking about it, it'd be much better with one more person who's been absent for a while. But life's still good and happy for me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday and Friday I was the happiest person in the world. Friday marked the start of our choir camp, and that night we had choir auditions. Mr Kwei made us sing one by one in front of our sections and him, and I almost freaked halfway through the thing. I was holding on to my nerves the entire time and I was aware that I sounded so different to when I sing calmly. The tone of my voice alone was hjxyupickuerb and I wavered because I was scared shitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the auditions we waited outside and sang crappy songs to pass time and forget about our terrible auditions. And then we were called in and the Syf team was announced. I got in but I didn't feel happy at all after that. The mood was sombre and everyone looked kinda zonked. Then yadayada and we went off to shower before gathering back for movie screening. And we had to get scolded by this teacher who kinda spoiled everything for us. 10 minutes into the movie, Charlotte, Roy, Sylvia, Jonathan, Brandon and I went to sit outside because we didn't want to watch Sister Act 2 (think Whoopi Goldberg circa 1993 in super tight spandex suits and ginormous hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunch of us hung out playing Truth or Truth (it's Truth or Dare, except you don't get to choose what you wanna do lah), and we had to relocate 3 times just to get away from annoying people who clung onto us like... like... velcro! It was so funny cos we were running around school and it was damn comical when the lot of us had to run across the assembly plaza to hide and not be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday we played games and we had this huge water bomb fight. Picture crazy choir people running all over the assembly plaza hurling water bombs endlessly. It was as if the water bombs couldn't run out at all. And I ended up getting hit so many times I was soaked after everything. Then after that it was shower time and then choir practice with Mr Yong. I was half asleep while singing, and he ended early cos he knew there was nothing he could get out of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cabbed back with this new girl I only got to know&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;IN the cab because everyone else who wanted to cab back lived in Tanah Merah and there wasn't space left for the both of us. :/ And then I napped for 4 solid hours and then trained down to Wisma to meet with Raj and Ashley for our Sea Acts meeting. We're meeting later today again to work on our first proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I just realised I haven't said why I've been so happy. I shan't say it here, and for those choir chums and old friends who actually know, don't tell ah! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework is finally starting to come in. Literature poem essay, reading of &lt;em&gt;Othello&lt;/em&gt; Act 1, More's &lt;em&gt;Utopia&lt;/em&gt; and Plato's &lt;em&gt;Republic, &lt;/em&gt;edition of my PI and some Geog essays which I don't feel like looking at. And we've got Geog and Maths tests next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then!&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;em&gt;She calls me Mr Smiley and tonnes of other names, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll call her my girl for the time being. &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/21193321-665473897187082056?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/665473897187082056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=665473897187082056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/665473897187082056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/665473897187082056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/mr-smiley.html' title='Mr Smiley'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-3037231064564352696</id><published>2007-04-13T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T00:34:40.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventh Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so happy right now it feels like it's my birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-3037231064564352696?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/3037231064564352696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=3037231064564352696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/3037231064564352696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/3037231064564352696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/seventh-heaven.html' title='Seventh Heaven'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-7251803966477093846</id><published>2007-04-12T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:12.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unglam Gluttons - Exposed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052551250229426242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rh5El69heEI/AAAAAAAAANc/mEIG0QBzoSk/s200/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052551263114328162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rh5Emq9heGI/AAAAAAAAANs/p8uj75au3AU/s200/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052551267409295474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rh5Em69heHI/AAAAAAAAAN0/B8pkC0qE-7A/s200/IMG_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052551254524393554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rh5EmK9heFI/AAAAAAAAANk/b4zvEhSSJQQ/s200/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052551271704262786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rh5EnK9heII/AAAAAAAAAN8/8BU-6o3yOjI/s200/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Failed attempt at replacing melons with chicken wings, my dears. Haha okay inside joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-7251803966477093846?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/7251803966477093846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=7251803966477093846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7251803966477093846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7251803966477093846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/unglam-gluttons-exposed.html' title='Unglam Gluttons - Exposed!'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rh5El69heEI/AAAAAAAAANc/mEIG0QBzoSk/s72-c/IMG_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-2291039249751170174</id><published>2007-04-11T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T23:40:16.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Looking Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life's all about adapting isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, theres no choir practice tomorrow! And there's choir camp from Friday after school till Saturday afternoon. Ah, which means no more short walks home till next Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope choir camp will be fun. If I crash during my audition on friday night, choir camp would be damn shitay lah. Jonathan and I are planning on sabo-ing people when they're sleeping, with facepaint and toothpaste and markers. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a really busy weekend ahead. Besides choir camp and more choir practices, we've got two tests (which are counted in our total results) next week, I'll have to go for the lit trip interview, ltc meetings, more choir practices and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so in need of a vacation right now. Like to some faraway, remote place where noone can contact me so that I can get some time out from this crazy schedule. I wish ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-2291039249751170174?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/2291039249751170174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=2291039249751170174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/2291039249751170174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/2291039249751170174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/not-looking-forward.html' title='Not Looking Forward'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-4147917145135544993</id><published>2007-04-09T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T23:18:13.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of gluttons, singing in the rain, and a new word: Bitchcussion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday afternoon was spent sleeping due to the moviemarathonlag, and I woke up at 6:30pm and realised that that was the time I was supposed to meet Pras and the rest for our much-awaited Satay date. So I rushed to tampines to meet all of them and then we took some random bus to marine parade and alighted like at the part where the ecp macs is. The lagoon's at the other end, so we took a ONE HOUR WALK all the way to get to our satays. In the end we had a feast - a stingray, bbq chicken wings, sotong mee, and satay! The gluttons within us emerged, but Edwin's didn't, cos he was already one. Haha. Then we cabbed home after pigging out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Pictures another time cos I've not uploaded them from the new camera!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday's choir was not so bad. We sang and sang and sang and then the bunch of us went for lunch at the estate where I used to stay at marine terrace. I had to bang my smallest toe on this concrete pillar and it bled like hell on the way to lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we headed back, and we had to walk from the bus stop back to the community centre. It was quite a distance, and Jonathan started to sing all funny and weird, and Martin sang &lt;em&gt;Silver Balls.&lt;/em&gt; And it started to pour like crazy cos I think the angels were pissed off or something. And we were drenched by the time we got back. It was really funny cos the 6 of us ran back under the rain and when we got back to where there was shelter, the rain was reduced to a slight drizzle. :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And so we sang and sang some more and we could finally go home at about 4pm. That night I brought Cheyenne out and we watched Meet the Robinsons together. Haha, some brother-sister bonding in place ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sunday was homework day. I finished up all the stuff due on Monday and then headed to Wei Xin's house for our very first 14th LTC meeting (: I'm like in Sea Acts (with Raj! and Mel!), though I don't know why they put me in that department. Do I look very beachy? Bitchy, yes. Beachy, I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today's Monday, and I dread Mondays because we have the most double periods possible. Choir was as usual, and Dani(el) darling cracked me up so much when he was standing beside me I almost choked on my laughter while singing. I am super worried cos the auditions for syf are this Friday night! But going home with Jonathan and the rest of the crazy-fun choir people was damn fun, cos we were in heated bitchcussion on the bus and train about the Sun and the Moon in the choir. So evil lah all of us, but can't help it right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-4147917145135544993?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/4147917145135544993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=4147917145135544993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/4147917145135544993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/4147917145135544993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-gluttons-singing-in-rain-and-new.html' title='Of gluttons, singing in the rain, and a new word: Bitchcussion.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-8357155576166717604</id><published>2007-04-08T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:14.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last Thursday's movie marathon was good fun! As I said, the hall really looked like a refugee camp. It was like this huge stayover party. There were sleeping bags, blankets, pillows, chips, popcorn everywhere and they played 5 movies till Friday morning. I watched the first 3 and then I went outside to hang out with some others because I knew the last 2 would be boring. So here are the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rhhp7leGibI/AAAAAAAAANM/gNZHpTTsC8c/s1600-h/IMG_7987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rhhp7leGibI/AAAAAAAAANM/gNZHpTTsC8c/s200/IMG_7987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050903454487579058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rhhpj1eGiaI/AAAAAAAAANE/cyJ6gyrClRU/s1600-h/IMG_7988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rhhpj1eGiaI/AAAAAAAAANE/cyJ6gyrClRU/s200/IMG_7988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050903046465685922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rhhos1eGiRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qSjlvG5lhSk/s1600-h/IMG_7992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rhhos1eGiRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qSjlvG5lhSk/s200/IMG_7992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050902101572880658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhhotFeGiSI/AAAAAAAAAME/9jxz0fU7eow/s1600-h/IMG_7994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhhotFeGiSI/AAAAAAAAAME/9jxz0fU7eow/s200/IMG_7994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050902105867847970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhhotVeGiTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PdZd4tekWjs/s1600-h/IMG_7995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhhotVeGiTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PdZd4tekWjs/s200/IMG_7995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050902110162815282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rhhp71eGicI/AAAAAAAAANU/cO346wzpusQ/s1600-h/IMG_7997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rhhp71eGicI/AAAAAAAAANU/cO346wzpusQ/s200/IMG_7997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050903458782546370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rhhot1eGiUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/rFccGZywvbo/s1600-h/IMG_7998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rhhot1eGiUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/rFccGZywvbo/s200/IMG_7998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050902118752749890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rhhpi1eGiWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jxlgFfu03qI/s1600-h/IMG_8002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rhhpi1eGiWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jxlgFfu03qI/s200/IMG_8002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050903029285816674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhhpjleGiZI/AAAAAAAAAM8/PqNdIYL7_Ak/s1600-h/IMG_8022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhhpjleGiZI/AAAAAAAAAM8/PqNdIYL7_Ak/s200/IMG_8022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050903042170718610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhhpjFeGiXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/1XMEnb93oMA/s1600-h/IMG_8014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhhpjFeGiXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/1XMEnb93oMA/s200/IMG_8014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050903033580783986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhhpjVeGiYI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2UAzchBJvec/s1600-h/IMG_8017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhhpjVeGiYI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2UAzchBJvec/s200/IMG_8017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050903037875751298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhhouFeGiVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/4L23QElF0ac/s1600-h/IMG_8023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhhouFeGiVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/4L23QElF0ac/s200/IMG_8023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050902123047717202" 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/21193321-8357155576166717604?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/8357155576166717604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=8357155576166717604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8357155576166717604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8357155576166717604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/movie-marathon.html' title='Movie Marathon'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Rhhp7leGibI/AAAAAAAAANM/gNZHpTTsC8c/s72-c/IMG_7987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-520112428741346105</id><published>2007-04-07T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T02:47:26.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falalalalalalala.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Choir's been fine. Not fine fine. But just fine. I've been kept busier by practices in the past week, and in the coming week(s), it's just gonna get worse. Practices intensify, and in the entire week, I'm only gonna have Thursday and Sundays free. SYF's in a month's time, it's time for me to work hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last week at choir was tough. I couldn't keep up with what I was already supposed to know (I only know 2 out of 8 songs so far), and there was some kind of internal conflict which made things super intense. People started to tell me that I made the wrong decision to switch back to choir, but I don't know lah. I am just glad that I managed to find a group of friends who're damn fun to be with. Jonathan was apologising to me for bringing me in to choir, but I don't blame him. Haha, I didn't join choir for him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School's been pretty much the same. We had the movie marathon from Thursday night till Friday morning. The hall was transformed into a refugee camp of sorts and now, my sleeping time is all messed up. I'll blog about it another time lah :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh Mum brought me to this movie warehouse sale yesterday morning and we blew a hundred bucks on vcds and dvds. We bought the first season of The OC, so yeay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's 2:39am right now. I've got choir from 9 to 3 tomorrow. Not looking forward, but nevermind. At least I can look forward to hanging out with the guys. And then I've really got to start on my homework. It's piling up already, like finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay. Ciao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-520112428741346105?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/520112428741346105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=520112428741346105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/520112428741346105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/520112428741346105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/falalalalalalala_2294.html' title='Falalalalalalala.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-8431156058447930711</id><published>2007-04-07T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:15.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only the nice pictures</title><content type='html'>...from last Friday's dinner at Billy Bomber's after Speech Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaMd1eGiOI/AAAAAAAAALk/HFwoTM6TfSE/s1600-h/IMG_7979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaMd1eGiOI/AAAAAAAAALk/HFwoTM6TfSE/s200/IMG_7979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050378476340021474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaMdFeGiLI/AAAAAAAAALM/LNqJXXnWtNM/s1600-h/IMG_7974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaMdFeGiLI/AAAAAAAAALM/LNqJXXnWtNM/s200/IMG_7974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050378463455119538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaMdVeGiMI/AAAAAAAAALU/0k4OKEKInyE/s1600-h/IMG_7976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaMdVeGiMI/AAAAAAAAALU/0k4OKEKInyE/s200/IMG_7976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050378467750086850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaMeFeGiPI/AAAAAAAAALs/hPhd8RVCIJw/s1600-h/IMG_7980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaMeFeGiPI/AAAAAAAAALs/hPhd8RVCIJw/s200/IMG_7980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050378480634988786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaMdleGiNI/AAAAAAAAALc/uuIC7IsesQs/s1600-h/IMG_7983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaMdleGiNI/AAAAAAAAALc/uuIC7IsesQs/s200/IMG_7983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050378472045054162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaMuVeGiQI/AAAAAAAAAL0/b3iMNXOsTnY/s1600-h/IMG_7984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaMuVeGiQI/AAAAAAAAAL0/b3iMNXOsTnY/s200/IMG_7984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050378759807863042" 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/21193321-8431156058447930711?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/8431156058447930711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=8431156058447930711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8431156058447930711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8431156058447930711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/only-nice-pictures_07.html' title='Only the nice pictures'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaMd1eGiOI/AAAAAAAAALk/HFwoTM6TfSE/s72-c/IMG_7979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-3614279629108551918</id><published>2007-04-07T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:16.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only the nice pictures</title><content type='html'>...from last Friday's Speech Day in Dunman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaKzFeGiGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/9RrPsBE02jI/s1600-h/IMG_7959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaKzFeGiGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/9RrPsBE02jI/s200/IMG_7959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050376642388985954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaKzleGiHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mG6Xqq5-Nlk/s1600-h/IMG_7961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaKzleGiHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mG6Xqq5-Nlk/s200/IMG_7961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050376650978920562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaK0FeGiJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/6p3nS786J_8/s1600-h/IMG_7958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaK0FeGiJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/6p3nS786J_8/s200/IMG_7958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050376659568855186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaKz1eGiII/AAAAAAAAAK0/U38Y89A5mHI/s1600-h/IMG_7951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaKz1eGiII/AAAAAAAAAK0/U38Y89A5mHI/s200/IMG_7951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050376655273887874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaK0VeGiKI/AAAAAAAAALE/cMv8Xpoc6lc/s1600-h/IMG_7970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaK0VeGiKI/AAAAAAAAALE/cMv8Xpoc6lc/s200/IMG_7970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050376663863822498" 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/21193321-3614279629108551918?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/3614279629108551918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=3614279629108551918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/3614279629108551918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/3614279629108551918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/only-nice-pictures.html' title='Only the nice pictures'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RhaKzFeGiGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/9RrPsBE02jI/s72-c/IMG_7959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-1525491134167979953</id><published>2007-04-02T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:48:08.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Conservationist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just realised that the title of this entry sounds like one of the Young Scientist projects we had to do back in primary school, yknow? We had to fulfill these tasks and assigments to get the signatures of our teacher, so that we can achieve some stars and eventually earn the badge for ourselves. I can still remember I obtained the Young Ornithologist (spell?) and the Young Botanist ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, this entry is as titled because my class went for some zoo conservation talk today in school. It's some cip programme, and it's going to be really fun because we're gonna be volunteering at the Mandai zoo. It's going to take place in the second half of this year, but I am looking forward to it already! The educators from the zoo brought like stuffed dead, but real, specimens of animals to our school. There was the pangolin which was really scaley, and the flying lemur which was so freakish but it's fur was like as soft as velvet! And there was also this tiger's fur coat and head! Really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School today was fine. I fell asleep during chinese lesson and GP was terrible because I felt that we were doing something really redundant, like the transferation of points. And then we moved on to group work and there was ONLY myself and Morena in our group. Pathetic, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay. Long day tomorrow, 7:30am till 8pm in school. There's PE, and choir. Boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-1525491134167979953?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/1525491134167979953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=1525491134167979953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1525491134167979953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1525491134167979953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/young-conservationist.html' title='Young Conservationist.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-642650030166347330</id><published>2007-04-02T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:33:56.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She said the magic word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh my goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my ears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum just went.. &lt;em&gt;disgusting, smelly, fucked up face. &lt;/em&gt;She was really pissed at a certain someone at home and so she came to my room to bitch to me. And she said that and I was stunned cos I really didn't know what to say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, my mum is cool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-642650030166347330?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/642650030166347330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=642650030166347330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/642650030166347330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/642650030166347330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-said-magic-word.html' title='She said the magic word.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-6894568447267135466</id><published>2007-04-02T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:41:03.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday-Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a really busy weekend which flew by really quickly. On Thursday, I left for town after school to meet Hidayah. We had Pepper Lunch (yum!) and then we watched &lt;strong&gt;The Number 23. &lt;/strong&gt;It's an incredibly brilliant movie, and the kinda twist in the plot is similar to Skeleton Key- one which will make you go &lt;em&gt;Oh my god! &lt;/em&gt;many many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Friday was speech day back in Dunman and dinner with the gang and Ms Yew.. I'll post the photos up when I feel like it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Saturday was choir practice day and Sunday was shopping with mum and Cheyenne at Vivocity. It's really good to go shopping with mum at Topshop because she'll buy me anything since she herself wants to get things for herself in Topshop. And so she got me two shirts! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-6894568447267135466?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/6894568447267135466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=6894568447267135466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6894568447267135466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6894568447267135466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/thursday-sunday.html' title='Thursday-Sunday'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-4683586411686646695</id><published>2007-04-01T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T14:09:25.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I finally decided to join the choir in Meridian in the end. I don't know if it's me trying to take the easy way out, but so far it's not been easy at all. I've got 3 songs to learn by next week and so far I'm only done with 2. And that's just knowing the notes, I haven't looked at the dynamics and memorised the words yet. They're saying the SYF audition is next week, so I am very worried about it. I really hope I can pull through. I have to! If not then what did I join choir for!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was CCA selection and I approached the choir booth. I was surprised that I didn't have to undergo a second audition. I was whisked away to the choir room and could begin singing with them right away! The first audition was back in January, and I was accepted by the choir, but I rejected the offer to join the choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choir is really different from Dunman choir. Like what &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://imwalkingonheel.livejournal.com/"&gt;Yan Ping&lt;/a&gt; said on her blog, the styles of the conductors differ greatly, partly because one's a secondary school choir and one's a college choir. Somehow, I feel that Mr Kwei is more relaxed and he can get really lame during practices. On the other hand, Dunman choir can get really intense and most of the time it'll just overwhelm us. But really, nothing can be compared to the time we had in Dunman choir. Those memories and everything we went through together, priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was my second choir practice and I already had to perform with them! In front of 5 other choirs! It was like my first few times singing the new songs and I was really ill-prepared lah. All of us gathered at VJC and there were the choirs from HCI, NJC, AJC, VJC &amp; TPJC. I seriously haven't seen so many choirs perform one after another in one sitting before, so it was really an eye-opener. And us, MJC, had a really sub-standard performance in the end. We felt really disheartened, and shitty after everything ended. Gotta work hard from now on, especially me man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I met Karen at Parkway and I finally gave her her long-awaited treat to bubbletea.  Because her bet was that I'd get B3 or better for A maths for the O's and I betted otherwise. So she won the bet in the end lah when I got B3 for it. And then after that we met Wan Ting at Bedok for popiah and rojak, where Elroy also joined us cause he was in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my Saturdays will be occupied with choir! Which means no more sleeping in on Saturday ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-4683586411686646695?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/4683586411686646695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=4683586411686646695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/4683586411686646695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/4683586411686646695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/04/choir.html' title='Choir!'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-6066882003178257240</id><published>2007-03-29T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:11:31.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some food for thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today I saw this lady at the bus stop talking to another lady. I was inside the bus, and it just looked like a common scene when a stranger strikes up a conversation with another stranger. I took a closer look, and that was when I realised that one of them was blind. And this struck me because I couldn't hear them talking, but I could see that they had just met each other and were talking really animatedly about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I just think that communication should not be taken for granted, especially with the friends around you. How'd you know if the very next day things would change for the both of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-6066882003178257240?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/6066882003178257240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=6066882003178257240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6066882003178257240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6066882003178257240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-some-food-for-thought.html' title='Just some food for thought.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-3484498244815231057</id><published>2007-03-27T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:01:42.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emobimbo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't feel too good about today. The whole CCA thing was making me go bonkers and right now I am trying to recover from it all. I hate making choices for myself, and Karen and I were just saying that it's so weird that those who cannot make choices want to make them so badly, whereas those who have the liberty to make choices do not want to. I fall into the latter's category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;I just want to say that I really hope that I am making the right choice for myself. Since the first three months, I've more or less messed up all the plans I had for CCA. Floorball's out for me already, and I am sick of asking myself why. I think I am gonna fall back onto choir. Just something that I've been doing for the past 4 years. Sigh. Will I be happy in the long run? I don't want to regret, and then start whining all over again lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;All this uncertainty about choir has sprung up because it's true - nothing's ever gonna be the same as Dunman choir. I don't want to enter Meridian choir and have these expectations that I might not be able to fulfill at all. Dunman choir has taught me a hell lot about life, and it hasn't been easy, so I just hope another 2 years in choir will more or less be an easy ride for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Besides, I should really focus on my studies. Why the hell am I so messed up just because of CCA!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;On a lighter and happier note, I am slightly happy because school will start at 8:30am tomorrow. And Death Cab rocks my smelly socks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-3484498244815231057?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/3484498244815231057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=3484498244815231057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/3484498244815231057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/3484498244815231057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/03/emobimbo.html' title='Emobimbo'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-6545129638900560835</id><published>2007-03-27T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T19:01:31.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Choir Floorball Choir Floorball Choir Floorball Choir Tennis? Floorball Floorball Choir Floorball Choir Choir Floorball Choir Floorball ODAC? Choir Floorball Choir Choir Choir Floorball Choir Choir Floorball Floorball Floorball Choir Squash!? Choir Floorball Floorball Choir Choir Choir Floorball Sailing! Choir Choir Choir Floorball Choir Floorball Floorball Choir Floorball Choir Floorball Choir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't make up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-6545129638900560835?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/6545129638900560835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=6545129638900560835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6545129638900560835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6545129638900560835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/03/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-6804058009132119978</id><published>2007-03-27T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:56:10.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love raisin bread.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;One slice of californian raisin bread left for before school later. And two slices down my oesophagus and into my stomach. Delish (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Natasha Bedingfield keeps singing &lt;em&gt;IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou&lt;/em&gt; to me from iTunes, I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;And I've got a very pesky O*L asking me 143648 questions. Sorry lar, but I don't really like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Today (yesterday, rather) I found an ardent fan of Death Cab in Khai! New friend! He's friendly as hell. And he loves green too. Ahh, what similarities. He said I'm the chinese version of him. And he's the Hai Sing version of the Dunman me, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Recently I've been meeting people with very similar interests. The best thing is that I can click so well with them! I think going to school now is like a &lt;strong&gt;social activity&lt;/strong&gt; you know. Everyday I see new people and like, talk to them. And my new classmates in 07A302 are all nice and smiley so thing's have been great for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-6804058009132119978?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/6804058009132119978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=6804058009132119978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6804058009132119978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6804058009132119978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-raisin-bread.html' title='I love raisin bread.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-7319651331004032756</id><published>2007-03-26T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T18:05:56.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transamerica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello, I skipped double periods of chinese lecture to come home early today :D And so I had lotsa time on my hands and decided to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Transamerica&lt;/span&gt;. Felicity Huffman acted damn well I think. The entire plot's really warped. Imagine befriending a lady who used to be your father and ending up falling for her because you can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; see through her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of disturbed when the son went to his father (who was by now, a woman) and tried to seduce him. And I was utterly relieved when Felicity Huffman was so not turned on and rejected him instead. Buahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's a movie about accepting. Accepting not just who we are but also those around us. And that there will surely come a time in our life where we will be challenged to accept someone, something. Understanding someone else starts with understanding ourselves first, and putting into perspective the things we encounter in our everyday lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say I've learnt something today! That's great. Go watch it if you can, but it's R21 though, 'cos there's this scene where Felicity Huffman will pee from a prosthetic dick, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-7319651331004032756?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/7319651331004032756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=7319651331004032756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7319651331004032756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7319651331004032756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/03/transamerica.html' title='Transamerica'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-2025761073399773551</id><published>2007-03-25T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T17:45:55.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got life on a Sunday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;After being stuck at home for 2 entire days feeling kinda &lt;em&gt;no life, &lt;/em&gt;I finally felt like &lt;em&gt;enough was enough&lt;/em&gt; and decided to go towning with Karen, who just happened to be back from Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;We didn't do much. We walked around Orchard and Topman FINALLY has the yellow tennis polo I've been wanting ever since I saw it on the website. Singapore's kinda laggy uh, like they take 2 weeks to release something that already has been on the London racks since forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;We had Famous Amos, and then we went down to Subway to get more cookies for school tomorrow. Yeah, I know I know, we're so cute. And then Karen's mum dropped us off near Simpang Bedok. She went for some family dinner, and I took a bus 9 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Oh and I did the unthinkable today! I decided to go running at 10:30pm! So I ran to Eastpoint and then back! It felt gooood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Okay, shan't hang around too long because there's school tomorrow and it's already 12-something. Erm, ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-2025761073399773551?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/2025761073399773551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=2025761073399773551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/2025761073399773551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/2025761073399773551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-got-life-on-sunday.html' title='I got life on a Sunday!'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-3241133623050093207</id><published>2007-03-24T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T14:12:51.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunger Pangs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been getting hungry really quickly for the past two days. I really miss the &lt;strong&gt;banana smoothie&lt;/strong&gt; at Bangkok's Chatuchak Market. And I'm also craving for &lt;strong&gt;Subway's white chip cookies. &lt;/strong&gt;I warrrrnt food!!! I am so hunger! Haha. I think I am annoying when I go "I am hunger. Are you hunger?" to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;em&gt;A hungry Andre is an angry Andre. &lt;/em&gt;This was established about 3 years ago. Whut a long time huh.&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;Should I go out this weekend? Or should I stay home and recuperate/study/prepare for the week ahead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Gah. I shouldn't have let myself die for 4 hours just now. Now I can't seem to catch some shut-eye at all. I'm listening to Pandora, and like lots of indie stuff is appearing. So I'm happy. I don't know, but I think it gets interesting when the bands you listen to are like The Sea &amp;amp; Care, or The Previous, or like The Tragically Hip. Oh, but I've heard of the Tragically Hip before. Goodstuff.&lt;/div&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/21193321-3241133623050093207?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/3241133623050093207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=3241133623050093207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/3241133623050093207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/3241133623050093207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/03/hunger-pangs.html' title='Hunger Pangs'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-6948682564936118607</id><published>2007-03-24T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T02:59:50.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;4 hours of school, learnt nothing, didn't laugh at anything. And so i went home alone, hoping to watch Transamerica or Closer or something. Went to sleep instead of watching the movies (Both happen to be R21, don't ask me why.) 4 hours of deep sleep, I woke up thinking it was Saturday morning and wondering if I was already late for school since it was so bright. And then I realised it was just Friday evening. 2 dinners (approx. 4 servings in all) later, I am home watching Survivor and I'm enjoying the end of the week already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I blog on wordpress instead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-6948682564936118607?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/6948682564936118607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=6948682564936118607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6948682564936118607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/6948682564936118607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/03/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-1123371566894317981</id><published>2007-03-22T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T00:32:00.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today I am brave enough to say that I am very happy I stayed in MJ and didn't try for another college. Today I dare to say that I actually love MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of Orientation went really well. Yong Wen and I had lotsa fun getting drenched/drenching people during the Wet &amp; Wild segment. And I am sunburnt again! I just hope the neck doesn't peel again. It's been shedding too much sunburnt skin recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campfire was awesome. I was on a crazy high, and the stupid sky had to be a spoiler and rain even before anything started. So we moved up to the hall, but it wasn't as bad because they turned on the air-cons! Mass dance was awesome too, especially the couple dance thing. I was with Azyy and we were beside Calvin and Fana. And the four of us went super crazy, we just couldn't stop bopping up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the vice principals also performed for us! He was singing, with his guitar, and we all sang along. I don't know why but somehow I felt it was really touching lah. Like I felt really close to the Atlas OGLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so because of all that fun, I really didn't want the Orientation to end. It's been a great three days because I realised how many good people there actually are around me, especially the Atlas OGLs I know. Its like the concern they shower on you and the little things they do really can mean a lot especially when you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, remember I was saying Atlas was first and all right? We were the leading house for 2 days, and then today our campfire performance wasn't excellent and we fell all the way to a 3rd placing. Triton crept up from behind us and emerged victorious as the 1st house again. So now I think the rest of the school &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; dislikes Triton because they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; win, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it's back to the notes and lectures again. But first I have to get to know the new people in my class. It's gonna be really quiet tomorrow because we've lost the 3 funniest and noisiest people in 07A302. Glendon, Jovita and Terence are not in the same class anymore and I think I'm gonna need to get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-1123371566894317981?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/1123371566894317981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=1123371566894317981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1123371566894317981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1123371566894317981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/03/end-of-orientation.html' title='End of Orientation'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-4149422327846237103</id><published>2007-03-19T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T00:15:55.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Surprise, surprise. Atlas managed to obtain &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; in today's house ranking. First leh! It's such a big thing, you know. I can still remember how pathetic we felt when we were last after day 1 at Orientation 1. We've come a long, long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This gives me more motivation for tomorrow. I think today was just alright... everyone is pretty quiet on the first day of Orientation. And I was going on just 3 hours of sleep from the night before. And I was coughing so bad. Tonight I shall turn in early, because tomorrow we're going to have the orienteering thing and we're heading to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On a separate note, I want myself to give my best. But I don't like the taste of what they're providing. It's too superficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And lastly, I should really stop fantasising about far-fetched things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-4149422327846237103?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/4149422327846237103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=4149422327846237103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/4149422327846237103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/4149422327846237103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/03/orientation-day-1.html' title='Orientation Day 1'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-9012450190066162929</id><published>2007-03-18T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T00:28:56.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've got freshly-printed sheets of paper strewn around my room right now. That's because I was &lt;s&gt;reluctantly&lt;/s&gt; printing some cheers for tomorrow's Orientation. And I can't be bothered to pick them up lah. I am not even wanting to pack my bag for tomorrow. I'd prolly wake up (late) tomorrow morning and then freak, trying to pack my bag in a few seconds when everything's lying all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;I should really know better. My mum already foresaw that happening and she already warned me earlier on. Like thrice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;I just choked on jolly shandy. I think I am gulping it down too fast. You know, I only had ice-cream fondue and fries for dinner. And I still shared those with Hidayah. Which sounds kinda sad, thinking about it now. I think my mum is still pissed at me for not coming home to dinner tonight. Reason being: A fresh $10 pomfret was on the dinner menu. I feel so terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Well, I chose to dine out (on ice-cream and fries, no less) so that I could spend time with old friends. But then I feel bitter about it. Graaah I don't know how to express myself in words lah. It's like... a day without returns, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;I just saw this picture of a classmate, and I think it really bore a strong resemblance to an &lt;strong&gt;ostrich&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay I am being mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;And I am blogging from the lappy. My newest muse at the moment (: I think my desktop computer's unhappy that I am using more of the lappy than him/her/it. Ohwell, I am only using the computer to play music. It's like all my very nice songs are in iTunes in that com. And this lappy is totally songless. And I need music, if not I'd die in the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Edwin introduced this online pictionary game called &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.isketch.net/"&gt;iSketch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me yesterday. And I've been hooked ever since. It was really fun last night, when Karen, Prasanna, Taariq, Edwin and I were at it for quite a bit. Go try it out, you can get addicted really easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;So I was out towning again today. And we really walked hell lot, all thanks to Elroy. We went from one end of Orchard to the other, and then back, and &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; we headed to Vivocity. And then home. I was feeling really terrible on the way back, 'cos the make-me-wanna-puke-cough is back! And I am hating it! I can cough until I feel like coughing my guts out. It's so painful, raaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;I've to be earlier in school because some last minute shit wants us to be in school &lt;em&gt;even&lt;/em&gt; earlier. But I'm not going to be earlier okay. I am still reaching school at the time the teacher stated. Who knows, I might even be later than the stated time. Ha, knowing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Jolly shandy gives me a tummyache. Or maybe its because my stomach's empty and growling at this hour. I've got nothing much to munch on at home. White chocolate's too sweet already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;I want to work... so that I can earn money to shop for myself. I don't like the whole idea about taking money from parents and spending. It's like, I just won't feel good at all? Even getting my monthly allowance from them... I feel not so good about it. Because its practically spending someone's money. Sometimes &lt;strong&gt;indiscriminately&lt;/strong&gt;, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;I don't think Andre is going to be a very happy boy tomorrow.. Because I think Atlas is going down. I really really am crossing my fingers for things to run (fairly) smoothly tomorrow. No huge expectations, just expectations for myself. I shall not be bitchy tomorrow. I shall not be mean. I shall not be pessimistic. I shall be active. I shall not let anything, especially &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; my dear &lt;em&gt;leader&lt;/em&gt;, pull us down into the blardy farking drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Still dreading the donning of the new cool sky blue uniform. Gotta work it, baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-9012450190066162929?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/9012450190066162929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=9012450190066162929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/9012450190066162929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/9012450190066162929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-and-that.html' title='This and That.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-1872267086136796252</id><published>2007-03-17T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T23:10:50.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barbeque gathering 4A'/><title type='text'>300th and jaded.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is my 300th post on this blog and I want to say that I think this blog has really come a long way. I was just reading and browsing through some entries posted in March 2006 and I really think that I blog really differently right now. Somehow, it's as if I've lost the sense of humour which I used to possess... and my entries have become boring and redundant. Maybe it is just because I'm becoming increasingly bored with this whole blogging fad thing.. Maybe I should stop blogging? And I seriously think that I've been lacking my own personal touches when I blog nowadays, I don't know. I'm just getting tired of blogging because my life is becoming more and more uneventful lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;I am blogging from my notebook right now. And it sure feels different. Yeah, like I typed quite a bit already and I don't know which keys I accidentally typed.. and all the words were erased in the blink of an eye. So now I am re-typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Last night we organised a get together barbeque gathering for 4A and I am glad it ran smoothly. We did the barbeque over at my place (well, downstairs) and the entire afternoon was spent with Prasanna, Hafeez and Karen, in preparation for the barbeque. We went to buy all the food and barbeque essentials.. and then we headed to my place to marinate the chicken wings and get ready. The chicken wings turned out to be good and I really ate like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Okay, till then! I think I look crappy in my new Meridian uniform! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-1872267086136796252?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/1872267086136796252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=1872267086136796252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1872267086136796252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1872267086136796252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/03/300th-and-jaded.html' title='300th and jaded.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-8301654656937457618</id><published>2007-03-15T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T01:49:07.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything under the sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday I was out with Karen and the both of us declared the day &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reading Day.&lt;/span&gt; We packed some reading materials, left home, and planted our asses into the very plushy and comfy chairs at the chic Pacific Coffee Company cafe situated somewhere above Citylink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got through quite a bit of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tokyo Cancelled. &lt;/span&gt;And Karen had the guts to remind me that I hadn't finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha. &lt;/span&gt;I finally admitted that I'd given up on that, because the print was too fine and the I'd already seen the movie. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tokyo Cancelled&lt;/span&gt; is basically about these travellers who have been stranded at this airport because of bad weather conditions and a delayed flight. They then engage in a very meaningful story-telling session, and tales from every corner of the world were exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try the Mocha Brownie drink at the Pacific Coffee place. It's really good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to head to school later, to buy my new uniforms and also for some Atlas house meeting thing. Or maybe I won't go for the house meeting at all. Depends on my mood. Well, I might go out of sympathy for the pathetic state of Atlas house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I'd be cutting my hair tomorrow! Yeay! I like short hair! Yeay! And then after that Karen and I are going to catch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris Je T'aime &lt;/span&gt;in town. Looking forward to it! Natalie Portman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly really want to go to Bangkok for a shopping spree. And it's because all my favourite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FeelGood&lt;/span&gt; tees have expired. Yes, they have started to fail me. That's why you don't see me wearing them out anymore. It's really so sad because they are deemed unwearable right now. I want to get new ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the arrival of our new Canon camera too! We bought it at the IT fair last Sunday and because it was sold out, we had to make orders. Its 7.1 megapixels and it's got a gloosy big screen! I loike. :D But the wait would be three-weeks-long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to wait three weeks for the arrival of the new leather strap for my Fossil watch too. They have to ship it from the states. I don't know why also. But it's entirely troublesome and I have to wait three long weeks just for a stupid leather strap which doesn't stink as badly as the one I have now. And I've to pay for it, that's the saddest part. Don't they have like free leather strap replacements for their watches? I mean, don't they expect consumers to complain about disgusting, smelly, sweat-soaked watch straps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, life's all about waiting. And I really detest waiting. I think waiting itself probably takes up about 1/3 of one's precious lifespan. When we're babies, we wait to be fed, we wait to be brought to poop, we wait to grow up. When we enter the teenage years, we wait for exams to be over and done with, then we wait for the dreaded results, we wait for things like Canon digicams and Fossil leather straps to arrive, we wait to become adults. When we eventually become adults, we wait for jobs and advancements, we wait for the right partner, we wait for our own babies to be born, we wait for age to catch up and hope that it's gonna be graceful. And then when we become old and wrinkly, we wait for death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it so dreadful that we've got to wait for almost everything. And we're supposed to learn to be patient while we're at it. Patience is a virtue, they say. I beg to differ. Patience is overrated; we've got no time to wait anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually very sick and tired of waiting for buses! I read somewhere just a few days ago that by July this year, the authorities are going to install this new system at bus stops and it'd tell us when the next bus is arriving and stuff. I mean, this isn't going to shorten the waiting time for us impatient commuters, but I'm sure it'd make waiting a less painful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I should move on... Recently, I've been like thinking of getting a &lt;a href="http://shop.lomography.com/holga/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Holga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; camera for myself. But I'm going to have to save up for it. And then there are so many variations that I don't know which to get! Go see, it's all &lt;a href="http://www.lomographyasia.com/shop/products/?showcat1=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I think I'll get the easier-to-use, &lt;$70 ones to play around with first. I am rather excited about getting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. I've actually blogged quite a bit about many many random things here. And to think that I felt like there was nothing to blog before I actually started. Or maybe it's because I am feeling unusually chatty this early Thursday morning. It's gonna be 2am soon but I don't think I'd be sleeping yet. Been rather nocturnal, and it's becoming common to hear my complaints about being tired during the daytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall leave you here. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-8301654656937457618?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/8301654656937457618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=8301654656937457618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8301654656937457618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8301654656937457618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/03/everything-under-sun.html' title='Everything under the sun.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-8674553989369366662</id><published>2007-03-13T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:25:24.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Toh's Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There were quite a number of alumni members who went back to Dunman choir today to celebrate Mr Toh's belated birthday. We did a cut-the-cake session, presented him with our gifts,  and he tried to get everyone to blow the candles off from where we were all sitting, but of course, it didn't work in the end. Choir seems to be doing well. Bass, as always, is doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was at Pasta Mania with Yan Ping and Hidayah and Jia Yu. And after that we had a dessert treat at Cartel from Jia Yu. It was really great to spend time with old friends. I really do enjoy these kinda meet ups, I think they're good for catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back after that, and I fell asleep for three full hours. I didn't have dinner, but I'm not feeling that hungry now either. Looking forward to tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-8674553989369366662?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/8674553989369366662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=8674553989369366662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8674553989369366662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8674553989369366662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/03/mr-tohs-birthday-celebration.html' title='Mr Toh&apos;s Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-1630631993548053743</id><published>2007-03-12T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T22:32:23.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging for the sake of blogging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life has been so-so. I really miss the friends back in Dunman. And the o level study period, when we'd stay in school till late, mugging and mugging and mugging relentlessly. I miss having 101 things on my hands, unsure of which to start with first and freaking out because of the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past four months have been spent not studying at all. This is like the last week to really play already.. because junior college officially starts after the orientation next week and time would once again be running out before you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my own notebook now! Its second-hand, from my mum. But the internet configurations are not done up yet, so basically I can't use it for anything right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh last Friday I went to Sentosa with some of my classmates. It's been quite some time since I last been there, and I had a good time. We swam around, played ball, sat in the sun until we were baked and then I went to town to catch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Music and Lyrics&lt;/span&gt; with Prasanna and Karen and Edwin and Taariq. It wasn't a bad rom-com to watch actually, and the singing's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I've been lobster red for the past few days. My entire face was sunburnt and I've been peeling terribly. Its painful also lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob &amp;amp; Amber are out of the amazing race!!! They were first for three consecutive times and now they're out! Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-1630631993548053743?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/1630631993548053743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=1630631993548053743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1630631993548053743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1630631993548053743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/03/blogging-for-sake-of-blogging.html' title='Blogging for the sake of blogging.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-5080468248346495895</id><published>2007-03-10T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T13:41:23.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here come the holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-5080468248346495895?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/5080468248346495895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=5080468248346495895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/5080468248346495895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/5080468248346495895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/03/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-7368878806476693873</id><published>2007-03-08T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T01:09:09.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Get a Life" Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I was chatting with a really good chatter on msn about friendships and what they are built on. And I realised that it's just very sad if you have a friendship that's built on sorrow and a mish-mash of negative emotions. Can you imagine? If someone is your friend just because he or she sees you wallowing in your own misery and decides to just pity you and put up with your sob stories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm particularly referring to girls. Because I feel guys treat friendships on a very upfront level. Like, tell it as it is and not hide any shit. And that guys aren't that emotional anyway. Guys don't go around looking for 10 people who're interested in listening to your own traumatic emotional rollercoaster ride. Girls do, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Maybe these lost souls require a beacon of light.&lt;/s&gt; Eh, whatever, I think they just need to GET A LIFE. And get out of my face. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking I'd die if I've got friends/girlfriend like that. I'll prolly just kill myself instantly, 'cos seriously, I'm not the type who's capable of putting up with constant whining and incessant crying and excessive mood swings. It's irreversible damage. But really, why are some just so obsessed with wallowing in their self-created misery and constantly seeking attention for a minor shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you bother bout them? Or would you rather just let them die and carry on with your life? Tell me. Because I really wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-7368878806476693873?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/7368878806476693873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=7368878806476693873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7368878806476693873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7368878806476693873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/03/get-life-entry.html' title='A &quot;Get a Life&quot; Entry'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-7781125224632937971</id><published>2007-03-06T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:17.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday got no school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay, my Monday was free because MJC declared it a holiday due to the fantastic A level results. Like it had anything to do with us, but it was great nevertheless - we'd have a long four day weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my class planned an outing, probably our very last time seeing some of my classmates who're changing school. We had to spend the $40 Swensens voucher anyway, so we headed down to town and had lunch in Swensens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Re1QB1LC74I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ooA6xqs1NOE/s1600-h/IMG_7868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Re1QB1LC74I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ooA6xqs1NOE/s200/IMG_7868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038771550480953218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Re1P_VLC73I/AAAAAAAAAJI/00NKu5EFfAI/s1600-h/IMG_7865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Re1P_VLC73I/AAAAAAAAAJI/00NKu5EFfAI/s200/IMG_7865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038771507531280242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Re1QCFLC75I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Od37qBM4AXg/s1600-h/IMG_7869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Re1QCFLC75I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Od37qBM4AXg/s200/IMG_7869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038771554775920530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Re1QClLC76I/AAAAAAAAAJg/H1vzS_Ob9rc/s1600-h/IMG_7876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Re1QClLC76I/AAAAAAAAAJg/H1vzS_Ob9rc/s200/IMG_7876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038771563365855138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that we couldn't come to a decision as to what we were gonna do, like if we were going to catch a movie or go shopping or go to the zoo. But then the majority prevailed, and about half of us watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hannibal Rising&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was gruesome, gory and good, although it was a tad too loud. I liked it particularly for it's post-war setting and Japanese touch. Cliche, yes, but classic too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Re1QC1LC77I/AAAAAAAAAJo/QJEag_nSfc0/s1600-h/IMG_7881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Re1QC1LC77I/AAAAAAAAAJo/QJEag_nSfc0/s200/IMG_7881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038771567660822450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Re1RQVLC78I/AAAAAAAAAJw/F87yTHKUxKU/s1600-h/IMG_7882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Re1RQVLC78I/AAAAAAAAAJw/F87yTHKUxKU/s200/IMG_7882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038772899100684226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-7781125224632937971?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/7781125224632937971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=7781125224632937971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7781125224632937971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7781125224632937971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/03/monday-got-no-school.html' title='Monday got no school.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/Re1QB1LC74I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ooA6xqs1NOE/s72-c/IMG_7868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-8156399474169497311</id><published>2007-03-05T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:17.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mundane Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's 2am, Monday morning, and I've got nothing on my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right ankle is still sore and aching from last Saturday's MMM trial run. In case you didn't know, MMM stands for the "Magnificient Meridian Marathon", or the "Meridian Magnificient Marathon". Whichever, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reported at MJ, and from there we set off. I wasn't too excited about the group allocations, because I basically didn't know a single person in my group 8. We did Orchard, and then walked over to Clarke Quay. I now know the exact (and the fastest) route to Clarke Quay, and this really reminded me of the super long walk we took after Prom Nite last year. We were planning on walking to Clarke Quay but that didn't happen. We ended up chomping down on prata at 4am in some really good prata shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the MMM thing. After Clarke Quay we did SMU, then Singapore Arts Museum, and finally back to Boat Quay. And then I headed home in the train alone, reading up on famous Parisian haunts and places of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we had streamboat with the maternal side of the family. It was really good and I had 4 extra helpings of rice. I was that hungry. And then the little kids pestered me to bring them downstairs so they could play with the sparklers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. And Jarell was so excited the entire time. See!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/ResLbbnWnVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/X0gaJkjmFiQ/s1600-h/IMG_7799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/ResLbbnWnVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/X0gaJkjmFiQ/s200/IMG_7799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038133174041222482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday was spent planting my ass in front of the computer screen and playing Age of Empires III. I love that game! And I'm good at it! (i.e. no usage of cheat codes) The family went out for a while at night to buy more fish for the aquarium, because one of dad's darling goldfish (the one that's been constantly ill) finally died. And it didn't die peacefully. It's head was rotting since the night before. What I mean is that it's lionhead thingy was shredding up by itself and it was extremely gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lousy weekend. One that did not have any excitement, any punches, and any kick. I'm just looking forward to tomorrow's lunch at Swensens with my classmates at MJ. We won this $40 voucher and we're gonna share it between 20 odd people. So basically we get 2 bucks to pay for the GST. Haha.. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-8156399474169497311?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/8156399474169497311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=8156399474169497311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8156399474169497311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/8156399474169497311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-mundane-weekend.html' title='My Mundane Weekend'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/ResLbbnWnVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/X0gaJkjmFiQ/s72-c/IMG_7799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-4763521276415879048</id><published>2007-03-02T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T19:05:58.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick, Ill and Punk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Interesting fact of the day: The word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;punk&lt;/span&gt; also means "sick" and "ill".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the sad state my family is in. Almost everyone's fallen sick. My dad's sore throat is so bad he's resulted to speaking in an airy, wailing falsetto. My sister is running a high temperature and last night she felt so terrible she had to lie down and not move. As for myself, I'm getting better with the medication the dentist prescribed, yes the dentist! But my phlegm is like, the colour of the new Renault Kangoo my mum bought. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dull yellow&lt;/span&gt;, ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to what I wanna say next. Mum collected her new car yesterday. It's not exactly a car, but I don't know how to call it. I think I'll coin my own term and name it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;car-van&lt;/span&gt;. Or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;van-car&lt;/span&gt;. It's yellow, of all colours, and it's quite cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to watch&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dreamgirls&lt;/span&gt; tonight, so bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-4763521276415879048?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/4763521276415879048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=4763521276415879048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/4763521276415879048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/4763521276415879048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/03/sick-ill-and-punk.html' title='Sick, Ill and Punk'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-1869780984711678116</id><published>2007-03-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T00:53:55.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past few days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm going to talk about how I spent my past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night was spent out with my mum and my sister, and we had Pepper Lunch for dinner. It was real good, the chicken salad, the grilled beef pepper rice, the honey ice-cream, and it was really fun to have to cook the pieces of raw meat on your own! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, my class had to put up our Literature play during lecture. We adapted Twelth Night, and it was a hilarious play about this identity mix-up and falling in love. I had a bit role, as one of the guys in the main character's gang, and I only had like ONE line to say, so it was really easy-peasy for me. I think the rest of the lead actors did a really great job at such a last minute performance, so kudos to our class for pulling it off in the end! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left school early after literature class to go to the dentist. The toothache I've been tolerating for over a week needs a check-up, and I also wanted to find out if my wisdom tooth was needing an extraction or not. It turned out that my toothache was because of the bad flu I was having (the phlegm/pus accumulated in my cavities and it was affecting the tooth's nerves or something) and I also did a jaw x-ray. Which I think is damn cool, really. They put this heavy lead suit thingy on me and made me bite onto this little stick thingy on the machine, and then the x-rays scanned my jaw and I was able to see my entire jaw and my teeth. I've got THREE wisdom teeth in total, but the one that might cause pain is just erupting. So its gonna need observation before I decide to extract or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Tuesday and Wednesday at school was alright. I shan't attempt to remember exactly what went on. We had a debate session for chinese lesson, against this other class, and my class won! And the funny thing was, I was one of the student judges. Hey I did it only because I felt obliged to okay. And I found it so hard to place my thoughts in mandarin. Like, it's damn difficult to sound coherent and fluent lah... I've really lost touch of it. And luckily I managed to save myself from embaressment when I had to tell the class 'bout my comments on the debate. Least I didn't have to result to speaking a mish-mash of english and mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh and a piece of good news - my chinese project group work, this Meridian Discovery thing, won a special award amongst all the other works by the cohort! Yeay, my efforts paid off! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Karen and I went to tampiness mall hoping to find some lunch, but we found Hector instead! Okay, weak joke, I know. We saw him and so the three of us hung out together. We had Pasta Mania, and then we walked around aimlessly because it poured cats and dogs today and we didn't wanna go home yet. But I had a great time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-1869780984711678116?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/1869780984711678116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=1869780984711678116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1869780984711678116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/1869780984711678116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/03/past-few-days.html' title='Past few days.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-2908977471816030655</id><published>2007-02-28T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:59:17.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I waited and waited, yet you didn't call. You said you would. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something made me look forward to it today, it's like this automated response to you. It kept running through my head what to be like, what to sound like, but oh well, the time never came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what will happen in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hanging on to that little strand of hope, even though its foolish of me and I know it, but you know I can't bear to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yeah, like yet another vague post. My mind's in a blur, sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-2908977471816030655?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/2908977471816030655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=2908977471816030655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/2908977471816030655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/2908977471816030655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-7186857485450627398</id><published>2007-02-25T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:18.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just came back from OGL Camp yesterday afternoon at around 5pm. By 6:30pm, I hit the bed and just couldn't get up. I missed dinner, although my mum had several failed attempts at waking me up to go eat, and eventually woke up this morning at like 9am. So I actually slept for 14 hours straight, whoa. That's almost like recovering from the jetlag when I returned from Prague about a year ago, so it's quite bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OGL camp was alright. I wasn't very active and energetic though. That's 'cos I was still feeling unwell from the days before. Luckily I had some panadol from a caring classmate to get rid of the headache during the two days. The mass dance practices were not too bad.. I managed to get the steps right without cheating this time. And Wet &amp; Wild was really fun because I was the ic for a really good game. CSI was a torture for me because it was quite pathetic for my group. The people were boring, there was a screw up, the whole thing was a mess, half the time I was in my own world. I was so glad that the camp ended right after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some new friends during the camp, and I think it's good to be able to talk to new people and get to know them. It's great that I was able to find people whom I think I can trust quite a bit. But then again, there always will be annoying people that you've got to bear with. There are those who talk too much, and those who just speak at the wrong moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's a Sunday and I've got nothing much to do right now. I was channel-surfing but there aren't any good programmes on tv at all. I've got quite a few pieces of homework, but I just don't feel like doing them lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm.. random picture time! It's my cousin Hong Xun posing for the camera (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/ReEu9aCC8FI/AAAAAAAAAIw/s-CUU6eJSEE/s1600-h/18-02-07_1526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/ReEu9aCC8FI/AAAAAAAAAIw/s-CUU6eJSEE/s200/18-02-07_1526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035357490871726162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-7186857485450627398?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/7186857485450627398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=7186857485450627398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7186857485450627398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/7186857485450627398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/02/deep-sleep.html' title='Deep Sleep'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/ReEu9aCC8FI/AAAAAAAAAIw/s-CUU6eJSEE/s72-c/18-02-07_1526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21193321.post-633027736895964129</id><published>2007-02-22T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T00:52:58.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Enigma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The recent chain of events have put me on the brink of helplessness. Coupled with the bout of exhaustion from my being unwell and the lack of sleep, I've not been able to garner strength from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anywhere&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I am actually doing what's best for myself, or am i doing what's best for others and neglecting my best interests? Or is it the other way round. Whatever it is, I just know that I've been putting myself out there in the deep blue sea and making myself so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vulnerable&lt;/span&gt; I don't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, telling you about how I really felt all this while took a burden off my back. But it didn't necessarily make me happier. I just felt more bold, more courageous, more of myself than I usually am. I just wanted you to know, but is that all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-633027736895964129?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/633027736895964129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=633027736895964129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/633027736895964129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/633027736895964129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/02/enigma.html' title='The Enigma'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-5572342716602326323</id><published>2007-02-20T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:25:46.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Reunion Dinner&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year the gathering was at my place, so from morning till evening all you could hear was mum's screaming echoing off the walls. She panics and gets worked up for no apparent reasons, so imagine how pissed off I felt when I woke up on Saturday morning to her yelling. I felt so much like barging right up to her and telling her off. But I knew the consequences, and decided against it. The entire day I just lazed around and tried to shut out her random yelling and then I also had time to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven Swords&lt;/span&gt;, some Chinese sword-fighting movie which was kinda gruesome and boring. And then the relatives all came and the cousins wanted to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night at the Museum&lt;/span&gt; so I watched it again with them, but this time, the last 10 minutes worked! Dinner was worse than usual, there was not enough roasted duck (the bloody people gave us a skinny one) and two aunties cooked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the same&lt;/span&gt; veggies, and there was one other dish - roast chicken. I just poked around, ate less than usual, and wondered so many times why I couldn't have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;steamboat &lt;/span&gt;instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The First Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited my paternal grandfather's to pay respect first, and then we went to two uncle's places. There wasn't anything much to do, except stuff our face with lots of goodies, but I didn't eat too much though. There are like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three ulcers/sores in my mouth&lt;/span&gt;, and all of them are on the left side. One's on the tongue, one's on the cheek, and one's on the lower gums. It hurts so bad when I try to chew lah. Anyway that night we had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abalone maggie mee&lt;/span&gt; for dinner, which was really nice because mum is just damn good at cooking instant noodles. And at night we went for a movie at Century, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just Follow Law&lt;/span&gt;. It wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be.. in fact I think Fann Wong did a really good job. Oh and before we entered the cinema, Jack Neo himself was standing outside! We were quite surprised, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; The Second Day, and Cheyenne's Birthday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;We went to my maternal grandparents' place, and lunch was like damn good. Sumptuous like don't know what and I was really happy. I had to eat some real food after a lousy reunion dinner, pizza hut and maggie mee lah. And we watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apocalypto&lt;/span&gt;, the recent Mayan civilisation movie directed by Mel Gibson. It's not fake at all, and although I was quite uncomfortable looking at bare boobies on the tv screen, it was worth it because of all the blood and revenge. Go watch it if you can, rent the dvd or something, it's M18. After that we visited my granduncle's place, and then all of us went to Vivocity after that because Cheyenne wanted to go to the arcade as part of her birthday celebration. I had to herd three kids around the arcade while the adults went to Daiso to shop. But it was fun lah. (: That night we wanted to go to Swensen's to eat but we ended up at some oily Cantonese Chinese restaurant at Outram. We passed by 1929, the boutique hotel and oh my god, just looking at it from the outside made me drool like what lah. No I'm kidding, I mean, the hotel is just so gorgeous. The interiors must be plush like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Third Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yesterday, Becky invited us to her place for Chinese new year and we had a good time watching Fear Factor together. After that I watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epic Movie&lt;/span&gt; together with Karen, Edwin and Taariq and it was fun because the entire show was just lameass stupid. But it was fun! Waste of money, time and whatnot, but fun altogether! I think it beats Date Movie lah, but Scary Movie 3 is still more hilarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;So like, if any of you have an extra $8.50 to spare or throw into the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;longkang&lt;/span&gt; this weekend, leave your brains at home and go watch Epic Movie with some really stupid friends. That's what I did. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-5572342716602326323?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/5572342716602326323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=5572342716602326323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/5572342716602326323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/5572342716602326323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-4340551398356296723</id><published>2007-02-17T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T12:20:04.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beatboxer/Flautist</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/59ZX5qdIEB0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/59ZX5qdIEB0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-4340551398356296723?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/4340551398356296723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=4340551398356296723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/4340551398356296723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/4340551398356296723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-beatboxerflautist-is-bomb.html' title='Beatboxer/Flautist'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-3406656338268324987</id><published>2007-02-17T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T11:57:59.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Protege</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Protege&lt;/span&gt; yesterday evening, together with Edwin, Taariq, Hector, Wan Ting and Karen! I think its not a bad movie to watch, especially if you're sick of all that visiting this lunar new year and you need to take a break from it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday was fun in school. We just went to school to watch the Chinese New Year concert till 10am. Most of the performances put up were really hilarious and my class was having a good time laughing at lame, random things. And then I went back to Dunman after that with Karen and Pei Wen. There were many ex-Dunmanites who went back yesterday too.. and it was good to get to see our teachers again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's finally the eve of Chinese New Year, and the reunion dinner is gonna be at my place tonight with dad's side of the family. And I've got the entire afternoon to waste away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21193321-3406656338268324987?l=thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/feeds/3406656338268324987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21193321&amp;postID=3406656338268324987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/3406656338268324987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21193321/posts/default/3406656338268324987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofapanic.blogspot.com/2007/02/protege.html' title='Protege'/><author><name>Andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985992353386928715</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-21193321.post-1394483541385487303</id><published>2007-02-16T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:14:18.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RdW9gqCC8DI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IMpzSzKkuS0/s1600-h/IMG_7741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx_IJQbKFlo/RdW9gqCC8DI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IMpzSzKkuS0/s200/IMG_7741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032136527392731186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; was spent receiving a whole stash of wonderful gifts from my classmates in MJ. I felt so bad because I didn't prepare anything for anyone, and almost everybody was damn nice and giving me things lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inter-class Angel and Mortal thing that the Council organised for us didn't really work out for me because I didn't get a present from my Angel. That loser. I can't believe he still had the cheek to tell me he was my angel. Like for what?! I mean, if I'm not intending on giving my Mortal a gift, I'd not tell him I'm his Angel luh! Now won't that be embaressing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Karen and I went to meet Prasanna, Taariq and Edwin and we had Han's for dinner. And as usual, we had a wacky time doing really crazy ass things while we were there. And I think we attracted a good deal of unwanted attention. Maybe it was the melon pictures we were taking? 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