<?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-16191004</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:51:38.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gino</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>498</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-4542893001887281812</id><published>2010-06-29T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T17:30:18.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have moved my blog to ginolovesfrosties.blogspot.com :) so please update your bookmarks or whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-4542893001887281812?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/4542893001887281812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=4542893001887281812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/4542893001887281812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/4542893001887281812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-have-moved-my-blog-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-5108873221307408414</id><published>2010-05-30T00:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:28:27.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Universal Studios Singapore</title><content type='html'>This is my five hundred and first post! Awesome stuff. Anyway, today I went to Universal Studios Singapore and man it was actually pretty alright. After the horrible waste of money that is Downtown East which pretty much forged the terrible impression that Singapore can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; have anything as awesome as some of the overseas Theme Parks, I guess USS was a pleasant surprise and it restored a little faith in me towards the country. At least now we don't only have that shit that is Downtown East. I know, it is a pretty harsh judgement but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maaannn&lt;/span&gt;, have you guys been to Downtown East? I know some of you have and you gotta admit, it is horrible. Not to mention it ages very badly, whatever happened to maintenance man? So for those that haven't been there, don't go there and go to USS instead (although common sense will probably tell you to do that anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was alright too, didn't make me go for seconds but then again, I did eat at the restaurant serving local food. They must be making some serious huge ass cash cause the chicken rice was going at 10bucks. If the hawkers can sell it at 2.50 a plate and make a profit - imagine how much USS is making per plate. Money, beautiful money. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why but both times I walked past Revenge of the Mummy, the waiting time was only 5mins which was damn awesome. You have to walk really deep inside cause the queue that they originally envisioned and expected was wwwaayyy long, so the route in is pretty long. I managed to go on most of the rides not meant for kids and meh, they were pretty mild. I wanna sit the Battlestar Galactica - it looks damn kickass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-5108873221307408414?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/5108873221307408414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=5108873221307408414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/5108873221307408414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/5108873221307408414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2010/05/universal-studios-singapore.html' title='Universal Studios Singapore'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-3892446480978331279</id><published>2010-05-25T14:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T15:33:05.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever</title><content type='html'>Its been a lllooonnnggg time since I last fell sick and every time I do, its always cause of some throat infection but honestly just feels like some regular sore throat that I get pretty often. So what gives man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with a 3 day MC and the insanely hot weather to endure at home (No, I won't turn the aircon on cause the way my family uses electricity, its frankly quite scary. Well I contribute partially to our insane electricity guzzling but I'm trying to change all that and my diet as well but I digress) coupled with a fever, it spells an incredibly uncomfortable experience resting at home. But it is good, to be an environment where there are little restrictions, where ranks don't matter and the thought of doing something wrong thus resulting in confinement/ extra guard duty lingers always at the back of my mind. Oh well, 1 year and 7 months more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to blog about TJCSB but always felt too lazy. Which reminds me, I'm not sure why but there exists a dichotomy in my laziness at home and at camp (shocking I know!). HAHA, at home I'm shitass lazy but at camp, its like this spirit of hardworking-ness and all things non-lazy enters my body. Bah I know you are all scoffing at this right now, but you guys just suck ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I guess I shall not blog about TJCSB after all. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-3892446480978331279?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/3892446480978331279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=3892446480978331279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/3892446480978331279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/3892446480978331279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2010/05/fever.html' title='Fever'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-2370865208058335079</id><published>2010-04-25T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:48:42.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the meaning in all of this.</title><content type='html'>Another week. A meaningless, boring, probably useless 5 or so days. It is probably made worst by the fact that I have guard duty every night from tomorrow onwards. Guard duty the bane of my life. It really is quite unfortunate that there is a shortage of people for guard duty so I am regulated to do duty. Sigh! Oh well, I guess you give and take some. Come to think of it, I retract my original statement and declare that this week will be MOST meaningless week. OK, so maybe doing guard duty is serving the nation but in this case, it is invalidated because guard duty sucks ass. Yes, welcome to the world of Gino. This is probably a meaningless post because I have nothing meaningful to do and just need to burn my time meaninglessly until it is time for me to sleep. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-2370865208058335079?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/2370865208058335079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=2370865208058335079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2370865208058335079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2370865208058335079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-is-meaning-in-all-of-this.html' title='What is the meaning in all of this.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-4150471276862105222</id><published>2010-04-25T01:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T01:45:21.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PTE Gino Lu</title><content type='html'>Oh, how I have abandoned my blog for so long! My life in the past few months has been 'meh'. Yea, just 'meh'. I enlisted into NS on the 11th December after the most awesome laze-fest at Phuket, and a week after saying goodbye to the horrendous Alevels. I completed my BMT on the 8th of April, after 4 gruelling months as a nobody in camp. A mere Recruit termed by many of the instructors as the lowest of lifeforms; the sperm that has yet to fertilize with the egg. But now it is with much pride that I write 'PTE Gino Lu' (Private) down on the Book in/Book out book every time I book out. A Private is next to nobody and it is many more months before I will ascend into the ranks of corporal (if ever), not that I really give a damn about what rank I achieve in NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also out of the much vaunted Commandos (though that is probably an understatement) and am now a very proud clerk. Clerks hold a much important job within the hierarchical prison that is SAF! Imagine this, SAF could probably do away with lesser soldiers but alas, it can not do away with lesser clerks - imagine the chaos it'll cause. I shudder at the mere thought of the universe-scale repercussions. It is a frightening thought indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-4150471276862105222?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/4150471276862105222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=4150471276862105222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/4150471276862105222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/4150471276862105222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2010/04/private-gino-lu-jia-jun.html' title='PTE Gino Lu'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-6291619773818652828</id><published>2010-01-01T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:41:59.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010.</title><content type='html'>Its the first day of 2010. Its the first year where I don't have to prepare for the upcoming school year; rather it got worst. I have NS, for the next two years. And all of a sudden, school seems like a way more attractive option. Hell, anything is a better option than NS, but oh well I just gotta stick with it for 2 years then I'm done. Cosidering how long my 2 years were during JC, I cannot imagine how long the next two years will feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-6291619773818652828?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/6291619773818652828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=6291619773818652828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/6291619773818652828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/6291619773818652828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-5358330707131718077</id><published>2009-10-22T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:10:01.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LASER - Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation.</title><content type='html'>I just finished seasons 1 and 2 of Big Bang Theory. Yea, Alevels are slightly more than 2 weeks away, but I didn't watch it like episode after episode (OK, maybe I did that for like half of season 1), I paced myself. Lol, like every 1 hour of studying or so, I would watch an episode. Besides, its not like the show didn't have its benefits. I now have this slight motivation to study Quantum Physics. Been avoiding Lasers and Semiconductors like the plague but now, I am glad to say that I've finally memorized Lasers and that spectrum thing about energy levels in atoms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-5358330707131718077?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/5358330707131718077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=5358330707131718077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/5358330707131718077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/5358330707131718077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/10/laser-light-amplification-by-stimulated.html' title='LASER - Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-8467316908968316585</id><published>2009-09-01T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:37:23.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me.</title><content type='html'>I've been in a subdued mood the entire day. I didn't do much today, just went through a few basics for organic chem and went to Parkway to buy some books. Read a bit of Redemption Ark and slept a bit. Hmm, that should cover just about everything for today. Prelims are coming in a little more than 2 weeks and I'm not prepared, when am I ever anyway? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my birthday so Happy Birthday to me. I didn't do a lot of things, had a small celebration in school, then later at class BBQ. Thank you to Yansin, Lynnette, Simeng, Ziqi and Mengyi for the Borders Gift Card! I think thats the best present ever, either that or money. HA! Thank you to Jessica for the banana cake (Mmm. Very nice. I was slightly dubious at first, but then haha, you're as much of a pig as I am and figured you must have good taste and a chef mind! &gt;=D jkjk! ) and that awesome piggy card! I love it! Well except for that small grape stalk by the side, but the banana cake more than makes up for that evilness. Lol. And thanks to everyone who wished me Happy Birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class BBQ was interesting. It was weird to see Simeng and Daichou half-drunk (well I think they were half drunk). Anyway, I think alcohol tastes like shit, maybe its acquired taste or something I dunno, but as of right now, I don't like it. Lol. Although it did look kinda cool, that cyan coloured liquid. Sauna was awesome too! Good way to unwind and relax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However even then, I think that my 18th birthday sucked shit. Its what didn't happen that really bumps me out. I could have left early, I mean its just a bus ride away. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a guy thats half drunk, Simeng is surprisingly rational. Who knows, maybe the alcohol's already ran its course. I do acknowledge that I am not trying the hardest that I can, and should. Considering the lofty goals I set myself, I don't think I'll even achieve half of what I want. Maybe I'm just limiting myself, by thinking that I don't want to disappoint myself, or I won't achieve it. I guess not trying would be an even bigger disappointment. Well one thing he did make it clear to me was that, I can do much better and that all it takes is hardwork (but everyone knows that I guess). Heck, maybe I'm just lazy/ not motivated enough/ can't be bothered/ distracted/ am lacking discipline. Who knows, but one thing is for sure, I have to start studying harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-8467316908968316585?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/8467316908968316585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=8467316908968316585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/8467316908968316585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/8467316908968316585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-3517599200254520063</id><published>2009-08-20T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:09:43.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh.</title><content type='html'>Today is a bad day. It turns out that not only do we have to inform my civics tutor if we're going to be absent from school - we have to inform him of our mediation too, even being late necessitates an sms to him to inform him. Its ridiculous and stupid. I don't see my friend's tutors calling their parents if they're late. He took it upon himself to call my house, at 7.30am no less, and inform my dad that I wasn't in school. Sigh. Such a bad start to what might have been a good day. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-3517599200254520063?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/3517599200254520063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=3517599200254520063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/3517599200254520063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/3517599200254520063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/08/argh.html' title='Argh.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-5860109766106048561</id><published>2009-08-16T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T01:55:47.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Music.</title><content type='html'>I have so many things to do right now, I worry about how I am going to complete them all come school on Monday. But you know, I don't really care, at least not right now. Yea yea, its Alevels, but what's one night of listening to good music and unwinding? (OK, so maybe I did that on Friday too) Simon and Garfunkel and Globus. The music that these two groups make couldn't be more different. The former is beautiful in all its simplicity, while the latter is big-sounding and epic stuff. Equally good stuff though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-5860109766106048561?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/5860109766106048561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=5860109766106048561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/5860109766106048561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/5860109766106048561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-music.html' title='Good Music.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-8488193473340632664</id><published>2009-08-10T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:59:07.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone like the wind.</title><content type='html'>It has been a long weekend and alas, school is to start tomorrow. I have not done anything school-related except on Saturday when I had Physics tuition. I found out that I am now allergic to prawns (!!! Sigh.). I have had 2 BBQs the past 4 days. I have finally finished filing my Lit, Chem and GP stuff and am still struggling to settle my Physics and Maths. I have a Maths test coming but have not started revising for it. Hmm, lets see. That should just about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electrolytic Cell tutorial, Complex No. tutorial, Physics TYS EMI Qns, GP essay outlines, Literature Context Essay. Many many things to do. =/ Probably should have used my weekend to try and finish them all, but oh well, the weekends are long over and school's fast approaching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Nansi can be really thoughtful sometimes. Even if our teachers didn't take attendance for classes, even if our parents couldn't care less if we come to school or not, I doubt many of us would stop going to school. It is a choice that we consciously decide upon every single day. I may as well make good out of it. Study study study and get those stinkin' As, well it is hoped that As do come after all this. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-8488193473340632664?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/8488193473340632664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=8488193473340632664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/8488193473340632664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/8488193473340632664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/08/gone-like-wind.html' title='Gone like the wind.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-3410510508470506824</id><published>2009-08-08T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:13:09.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Spirit of Adventure is you.</title><content type='html'>National Day Celebration was cool, While it wasn't a celebration per se, since I doubt singing a few national songs can hardly be considered as a celebration, it was surprisingly good for once. When you are presented with this small opportunity to just revel in the celebrations, with thoughts of a long weekend ahead, its just good to let your hair down and be crazy for once. I was a bit bumped out when the celebrations were so short, I would have enjoyed a few more songs. The Singapore flags that they gave out turned out to be quite fun - watching people stack the flags into tall proud pillars of Singapore flags and waving them flags with such gusto was nice for a change. Indeed, National Day feels like something truly worth celebrating this year. That little tingle of electricity running the length of my spine as I sing the cheesy NDP songs like everyone around me - the voice of 1000 people unified by a brief moment of celebration and patriotism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynnette, Simeng, Yansin and Surya went to Leisure Park to watch Up after that, and what a magical movie that was. Draggy at times, but it really is an amazing movie. Plus the music is so romantic and at times and ever so poigant. In some ways, maybe watching Up was a better choice over G.I.Joe even though the movie poster was begging to me to watch it. Lol. Profound movie - 'Thanks for the adventure, now go have yours.' Beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-3410510508470506824?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/3410510508470506824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=3410510508470506824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/3410510508470506824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/3410510508470506824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-spirit-of-adventure-is-you.html' title='My Spirit of Adventure is you.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-3630392764150791868</id><published>2009-08-02T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:29:10.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautifully sad.</title><content type='html'>'He never had a chance, of course. So he screamed, cried and pleaded, first for help, later for mercy, his voice drowned by the harsh rainfall. He screamed at the top of his lungs until he bit his tongue. He took a deep breath and screamed again, until the vicious assailant buried his weapon in his lungs. Then he simply watched the dark sky, his body flinching every single time the piercing weapon stabbed its way through his skin. He felt his mouth filling with blood and ignored the bitter taste of approaching death. He simply watched the sky, the gray clouds briefly turned white by the occasional flash of lightning. Had his brain not been overwhelmed by unfathomable pain, he would have concluded it was the perfect choice for his last visage of the world of the living. It was beautiful, in all its violence.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-3630392764150791868?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/3630392764150791868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=3630392764150791868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/3630392764150791868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/3630392764150791868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/08/beautifully-sad.html' title='Beautifully sad.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-1505661612060894057</id><published>2009-08-02T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:03:36.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesomeness.</title><content type='html'>This blog is a testimony to how my life has gone stagnant, HAHA! While it sucks, it doesn't suck too bad, so I'm still OK with it. Plus it makes the little times when I'm away from studying and out of the house seem that much more enjoyable and relaxing (except that little trip to tuition, which sucks). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was spent out with Mom, and we ate at Kim Gary's again. Awesome restaurant! Then we walked around Vivo for awhile before heading home with a bag load of chocolates and other good stuff. Corn soup and Mango pudding - kickass food that everyone should try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go Ion Orchard with gang-who-has-a-name-for-our-handphones (my LG baby's named 'Ass') on Saturday evening, but then I didn't cause I had other plans, which were equally cool and nice. I spent my afternoon looking for some YMS building that is so inconspicuous, and listening to little kids and then later Xinyun play the piano. It was quite good, some of them kids were really good. Dinner was spent hearing people scream riding that bungy ride thingy at Liang Court while eating at Manhatten Fish Market. Every 5 minutes you'll hear 'ahhhhhhh!', its quite entertaining, but looking at it makes me slightly nauseous. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I had a nice good chat on MSN and it made me realize if I treasure my friendship so little as to let it die away like that. Its with a little sadness and regret that I look at how far we have strayed from what we once used to be. But I doubt you realize this, and nor will I ever try and gain back what we once had cause it doesn't feel like we could be that once more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-1505661612060894057?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/1505661612060894057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=1505661612060894057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1505661612060894057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1505661612060894057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/08/awesomeness.html' title='Awesomeness.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-4661085330341757324</id><published>2009-07-26T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:33:26.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing.</title><content type='html'>There's nothing to talk about nowadays. My life has lapsed in routine and the only thing worth looking forward to would probably be the end of A Levels. Protected time, prelims, revision, and more assignments. But ah, I really have nothing to talk about. Such is the state of my life. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-4661085330341757324?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/4661085330341757324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=4661085330341757324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/4661085330341757324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/4661085330341757324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/07/nothing.html' title='Nothing.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-1164554452984565374</id><published>2009-07-16T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:06:00.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band.</title><content type='html'>Hah, my blog is sadly losing my attention; I've become busier. Studying, tutorials, reading, using the computer is all I really do now, however having said that, life seems a lot relaxed now. Now that there's no more band, I can actually come home at 4pm and enjoy a few hours of peace and tranquility. That is not to say I don't miss band at all. I went for RJCSB's concert yesterday and man, it reignited my waning attachment towards band. The members enjoyed themselves, that much was evident and while there were a few things I didn't enjoy, I thought the concert was worth the time. It made me think back to the times when my sole reason for coming to school was band, despite it also being the most ardous and tiring period in TJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like a child being denied his candy, but getting a toy car in return. HAHA. I is young boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-1164554452984565374?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/1164554452984565374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=1164554452984565374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1164554452984565374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1164554452984565374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/07/band.html' title='Band.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-4445713495016295108</id><published>2009-07-03T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:06:07.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics Horror.</title><content type='html'>Boo. I've never left so many blanks in a Physics examination before. Bleh. Looks like there'll be another session of remedials Mr Chan. Mr Koh will not be pleased. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-4445713495016295108?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/4445713495016295108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=4445713495016295108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/4445713495016295108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/4445713495016295108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/07/physic-horror.html' title='Physics Horror.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-1958525710671844986</id><published>2009-06-26T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T02:54:02.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'What do you mean almost dashed.. they ARE dashed'</title><content type='html'>Somehow, I think studying really makes time seem to stretch. This is the first time that I think the holidays seem to be longer than they actually are. I don't feel nearly as annoyed that school is starting next week but oh well, it'll be my last six months studing before being shipped off to NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had NS medical check-up today and I thought it was.. interesting to day the least. It was quite weird at first - suddenly being alone in a strange and foreign place but then as time dragged on, it was quite refreshing. Here was a place where I was nobody and thus, no expectations. Breath of fresh air it was. I saw many TJ people, but none that I knew anyway. So it was test after test but I thought the urine test was the funniest - a bunch of guys standing outside the toilet drinking water like there was no tomorrow. Blood test was nothing like I envisioned it to be; it was relatively painless and was done pretty quickly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit annoying that the place had to be in this somewhere unknown, I went to the bus stop and was waiting for a bus that only operated on weekends but eventually found my way but I took close to 2 hours to get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-1958525710671844986?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/1958525710671844986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=1958525710671844986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1958525710671844986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1958525710671844986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-do-you-mean-almost-dashed-they-are.html' title='&apos;What do you mean almost dashed.. they ARE dashed&apos;'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-5873422369697094211</id><published>2009-06-24T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:23:25.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dudo Boffin is my God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE EPIC TALES OF '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dudo Boffin of Whitfurrows&lt;/span&gt;'. ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'DUDO SUDO WUDO&lt;br /&gt;MAKE SOME&lt;br /&gt;BOFFIN MUFFIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDO SUDO WUDO&lt;br /&gt;EAT SOME&lt;br /&gt;BOFFIN MUFFIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDO SUDO WUDO&lt;br /&gt;BE HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HAPPY.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'DUDO BOFFINS LIKED TO EAT MUFFINS BUT HE ATE.&lt;br /&gt;SO HARD.&lt;br /&gt;AND ONE DAY HE MUNCHED SO HARD&lt;br /&gt;AND ATE SO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;THAT HE WENT TO HIS COFFIN'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDO BOFFINS&lt;br /&gt;LIVED IN AN UGLY COFFIN&lt;br /&gt;AND HE SANG&lt;br /&gt;AND DANCED&lt;br /&gt;ALL DAY LONG.&lt;br /&gt;BUT ONE DAY THE COFFIN SPAT HIM OUT,&lt;br /&gt;AND HE GOT EATEN BY A TROUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAGIC INDEED. SO TRAGIC.&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/16191004-5873422369697094211?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/5873422369697094211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=5873422369697094211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/5873422369697094211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/5873422369697094211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/06/dudo-boffin-is-my-god.html' title='Dudo Boffin is my God.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-6769285222801077945</id><published>2009-06-22T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:57:44.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1 Woes. Or not.</title><content type='html'>So they've finally released official word that school won't be extended. Boo! I wonder whats going through the mind of every student now, or at least when they finally know of the news. Xinyun had a few colourful things to say which shall not be mentioned here. HAHA! But for me, I'm just a bit disappointed, more holidays would mean more free time and that is always a good thing. But oh well, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who tends to a dying plant when one has ten healthy ones? I didn't doubt before, but I'm starting to question now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-6769285222801077945?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/6769285222801077945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=6769285222801077945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/6769285222801077945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/6769285222801077945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/06/h1n1-woes-or-not.html' title='H1N1 Woes. Or not.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-7764271837181484640</id><published>2009-06-17T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T03:30:08.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'If it is a race, I'm going to win!' HAHA! :)</title><content type='html'>As I come to slowly realize after hours of reading and studying today that its not that bad. While its something I enjoy, I don't find it that terrible anymore. I think its all psychological conditioning, especially when I see how Daniel is so focused over his studies. I mean he got an A for Economics, who does that?! (Not that I take Economics; my perception of the subject is what other people tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of curse, slowly I'm starting to pick up my studying so hopefully it'll get me somewhere. :) So I'm happy. Even though deep down, I sorta figured that I would never fully prepare myself for the JCTs, but I'm happy. AH HA, I'm happy over studying. =/ Who'd have thought?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-7764271837181484640?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/7764271837181484640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=7764271837181484640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7764271837181484640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7764271837181484640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-it-is-race-im-going-to-win-haha.html' title='&apos;If it is a race, I&apos;m going to win!&apos; HAHA! :)'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-3700720157240715076</id><published>2009-06-12T01:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T02:17:49.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on Gino.</title><content type='html'>I spent the whole of yesterday studying at Suntec. Then it suddenly dawned on me that I've not been to the city in a really long time, and later to Carrefour in what seems like years. Has my life shrunk to include home, TJC, Bedok Interchange and Parkway? Not that I care too much about my seemingly lack of a social life (not that it is defined by the places I go to), but it seriously feels like I'm missing out on life. Once Alevels are over, a short respite I will have before being enlisted, and I will enjoy my life to the fullest. Thats a promise to myself. The sudden freedom at being able to walk down rows of shops without a thought about studying - it felt so sweet and rewarding. HAHA. Come on Gino, just a few months more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not as if studying is sucking the life outta of me, but sometimes I feel so suffocated and stuck - like my back against the wall with nowhere to run. Sure, you could say it is all in the mind, that all this is a result of my mentality towards said activity. You know, maybe it is - that it is all mental; that it is all self-afflicted. I mean there have been hordes of students that have made it through this hellish period. Come on Gino, just a few months more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the entire day today lazing around the pool with Varian, Gerald and ShengBang - old buds from Primary School. What they said today struck me as extremely insightful and mature. Their no-nonsense mentality about their academics - that it is a way of life, and while they agree that sometimes it feels like it sucks, its not as if we can go without it. Sure, it feels like that should be evident to any student with common sense but it seems like I have forgotten about that. Have I got so bigoted about academics to see the simple truth to it all? Come on Gino, just a few months more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It struck me today how blessed my brother truly is. While it may not be evident at first, but he really is lucky. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt; Matthew. :) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Just because I’m losing&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t mean I’m lost&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t mean I’ll stop&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t mean I would cross &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just because I’m hurting&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t mean I’m hurt&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t mean I didn’t get&lt;br /&gt;What I deserved&lt;br /&gt;No better and no worse...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coldplay - Lost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-3700720157240715076?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/3700720157240715076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=3700720157240715076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/3700720157240715076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/3700720157240715076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/06/come-on-gino.html' title='Come on Gino.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-2840511973170034147</id><published>2009-06-09T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:42:30.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Before we all travel off into the sunset and become nothing more but stardust'</title><content type='html'>I've been distraced lately; with SYF, Prelude, Band Committee, Sims3 (!!) among other things. I realized that this is also the longest that I've gone without updating my blog in TJC, but not that that is anything significant anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently watched 'Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amelie Poulian' and it was a damn awesome show! I usually don't really watch love shows but this was an exception (Well I didn't know it was a love show at first, and it only became evident to me like two thirds into the movie), cause it was in French! And the cover on the front had this scary picture of Audrey Poulain with pale white skin with big eyes and this wry smile. Matthew was convinced that it was a movie about drugs from the front cover and about how there is a mention of a 'hypochondriac druggist' on the back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-2840511973170034147?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/2840511973170034147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=2840511973170034147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2840511973170034147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2840511973170034147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/06/before-we-all-travel-off-into-sunset.html' title='&apos;Before we all travel off into the sunset and become nothing more but stardust&apos;'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-2907275749341000361</id><published>2009-05-12T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:12:21.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweaty Bombom.</title><content type='html'>Physics SPA tomorrow. Lol, its 11pm and I just got home. With a whole lot of other things to do and what not, it sounds like the last three weeks of school is going to be a mad struggle, to stay afloat of all the work. AND! What may possibly be the highlight of my year has yet to pass. 3 very fruitful/ tiring/ stressful but memorable weeks it will be. Perhaps more so than before SYF, but somehow this time I feel motivated, while not about school, but to start studying. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-2907275749341000361?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/2907275749341000361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=2907275749341000361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2907275749341000361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2907275749341000361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweaty-bombom.html' title='Sweaty Bombom.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-845729343048357222</id><published>2009-05-10T02:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T03:02:10.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kingfishers Catch Fire</title><content type='html'>I can tell myself many times that a medal is just a medal, but I cannot get over the fact that we got a silver. I know sure as hell that I don't regard the medal as more important the journey to SYF and the actual SYF performance itself but I feel very angry and frustrated. Helplessness also starts to set in as I listen to the SYF recording over and over again and slowly becoming more disillusioned with it. The performance's already over and done with but there's this deep tug deep in my chest when I think about the fact that this is the damn performance that got us this damn silver award. I know sure as hell that while the band is not a silver standard, that performance of EM and Overture was a silver standard. Perhaps that is what I'm bitter about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things seem to be happening now. I know I shouldn't pay these things too much attention but inevitably somehow it stays in my mind and I cannot grapple with it cause I'm just one freaking person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm feeling the way I am. I don't know why things turned out this way. I don't know many things, and I don't know how best to deal with them. I don't fucking know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'I don't know'&lt;br /&gt;'That is perhaps the best answer one can give'&lt;br /&gt;(adapted from) The Magician, Raymond E. Fiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-845729343048357222?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/845729343048357222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=845729343048357222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/845729343048357222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/845729343048357222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/05/kingfishers-catch-fire.html' title='Kingfishers Catch Fire'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-3155945954019394421</id><published>2009-05-07T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:56:34.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiots.</title><content type='html'>I feel quite angry, its like when we get silver, the school doesn't even acknowledge our efforts. Same goes for Chamber Ensemble, Guitar and Chior. You say you understand Guitar's efforts and why they got such an award, but obviously you don't acknwoledge it. You only put Dance and CO on the school website. But moving away from all the negativity, congratulations to Dance and CO! And in fact, to all the performing arts! =D&lt;br /&gt;So because we failed to meet certain expectations, our efforts don't get recognized, not even one single CONGRATULATIONS! There are other schools that put up the award of their respective CCAs even if it isn't gold. The school doesn't feel proud of our acheivements? I certainly don't feel proud of TJC. But TJCSB is damn fucking awesome, and I really really really think that TJC is my choice school because of the band, nothing else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-3155945954019394421?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/3155945954019394421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=3155945954019394421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/3155945954019394421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/3155945954019394421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/05/idiots.html' title='Idiots.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-2416161014371193707</id><published>2009-05-03T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:38:46.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid me.</title><content type='html'>Why does this have to happen now, especially when I have sacrificed so much for the past few weeks? Staying awake is pretty much unbearable right now and I can't exactly go to sleep cause of my stupid abdominal pains, and also because I've been sleeping for the past 18+ hours. Why? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-2416161014371193707?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/2416161014371193707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=2416161014371193707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2416161014371193707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2416161014371193707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupid-me.html' title='Stupid me.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-1556718137435126342</id><published>2009-04-30T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:57:55.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays are the way to go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is Friday!&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday!&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday!&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday!&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even though it actually is Thursday but since we're following Friday's timetable, I somehow think that today is Friday. WHICH IS SO GOOD CAUSE I END ULTRA EARLY ON FRIDAYS =D&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/16191004-1556718137435126342?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/1556718137435126342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=1556718137435126342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1556718137435126342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1556718137435126342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/04/fridays-are-way-to-go.html' title='Fridays are the way to go.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-5100433628599440839</id><published>2009-04-26T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:59:15.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatty Bombom!</title><content type='html'>10 MORE DAYS TO SYF! It'll be another 10 days of not doing tutorials, or at least I'll try to do some. I think I'll be the one that will cause the class to redo the Chemistry Definitions thingy over and over again until I seriously find time to sit down and memorize them properly. It sucks to be me at the moment, or rather any performing arts member I would imagine. With the crazy practice schedules going on, the best thing that can happen now is for lessons to stop entirely but I guess life stops for no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have many fatty bomboms in the band - with the fattiest bombom Alastair. HAHA. He's Fatty bombom cube, I'm fatty bombom square and Nikki's fatty bombom. Crazily idiotic but insanely funny junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go TJCSB! Last 10 days! Saxophone Quartet and 403 people! Lets not make our hardwork all for naught!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-5100433628599440839?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/5100433628599440839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=5100433628599440839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/5100433628599440839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/5100433628599440839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/04/fatty-bombom.html' title='Fatty Bombom!'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-7079879549443966715</id><published>2009-04-23T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:52:47.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngor Hiang and Kopi, Toto and Yuanyuan. We need more AWESOME NAMES!</title><content type='html'>Ah, I've been coming home late everyday! Those annoying egg cartons won't stick themselves and even then, they keep falling off the ceiling. Its quite infuriating to see them lying on the floor with black tape on the ceiling every morning. Here's how my night usually turns out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9.45-10PM: Reach Home&lt;br /&gt;10PM to 1025PM - Eat Dinner&lt;br /&gt;1025 - 11PM - Settle down in my room/ Shower&lt;br /&gt;11PM - 12PM - Read/ Chat online&lt;br /&gt;12PM - Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't even bother doing tutorials cause even if I try, I know it'll just be crap shitty work and I probably won't get anything out of it. Yet, I have a choice in all of this - a choice to return early, a choice to catch up with my tutorials. But I choose otherwise and even if I have to suffer for my choices - handing in work late, disappointing my tutors, skipping lectures to catch up with tutorials, at least I know that by choosing the other, its something I fully enjoy and if I'm going to do it, I might as well do it with all my heart and soul. Its not like I won't be studying for the next few years to come. I have plenty years ahead during which I can study my ass, but being in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TJCSB&lt;/span&gt; is a phenomenal experience. An experience unlike any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;, every single damn post is about band band band. We're a band driven by food, or at least most of us. At the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hwa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chong&lt;/span&gt; exchange, despite being all sad about our performance, when the MC said 'refreshment', it was like 'OK PERFORMANCE OVER NOW IS TIME TO EAT' and I swear, we were the first ones down. The food wasn't even there but we were like crowding around a table. We even had plans to move the table so that we can enjoy it only among ourselves. We were the first ones to start eating, even though they had not brought the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;plates out&lt;/span&gt;. We were the first ones to distribute the cups even though they had not brought the dispenser out. We're damn awesome and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kickass&lt;/span&gt; in a really gluttony way, and even if we all become old and fat, at least we had fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gorging&lt;/span&gt; ourselves with good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to TJCSB lets all go 'LIM KOOOOOPI EEE~HHH' for SYF. HAHAHA.&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/16191004-7079879549443966715?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/7079879549443966715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=7079879549443966715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7079879549443966715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7079879549443966715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/04/ngor-hiang-and-kopi-toto-and-yuanyuan.html' title='Ngor Hiang and Kopi, Toto and Yuanyuan. We need more AWESOME NAMES!'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-3644861342293635592</id><published>2009-04-20T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:39:40.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band, band, band, band, band. Where does school come in?</title><content type='html'>I never felt more distracted during school. The entire of today, I've been distracted by many things. Perhaps I'm focusing on the wrong things in my life right now. Perhaps I'm placing too much importance on otherwise unimportant stuff. But I cannot help it. Its just one of those things that completely takes over your mind. But its going to end soon, after that, I'll dive headfirst into my academics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is perhaps just the beginning of many other smiliar days. Even now, I don't feel the motivation to do work when perhaps I know I should. Maybe it is laziness, maybe it stems from my distracted mind, I dunno. All I know is that, I'm lagging behind in all my subjects yet I don't feel the urgency to try and catch up. I know I will suffer later but its hard to be so pragmatic about life all the time. Sure there are people who successfully balance their schoolwork with other stuff, but I'm not one of them. You might say I could be like them if I really want to. But honestly, that is not what I really want at this point of time. Perhaps, I'm the biggest obstacle that I have to overcome, yet I am making a conscious effort to do everything but that. Its so simple to write about my issues, but so difficult to act upon them. Intense self-discipline is what I so desperately need but unfortunately in severe lack of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want my life to be as simple as my dreams depict it to be. Dreams are like windows to the impossible; visions of utopia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-3644861342293635592?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/3644861342293635592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=3644861342293635592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/3644861342293635592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/3644861342293635592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/04/band-band-band-band-band-where-does.html' title='Band, band, band, band, band. Where does school come in?'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-4910583553516940563</id><published>2009-04-15T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:19:11.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'You must be in your own world'</title><content type='html'>Ah, the weeks leading up to SYF are slowly taking their toll on me. Every morning is a struggle to drag my body off my bed; to motivate myself to go to school except for band. Band is really the only reason I'm kinda enjoying school. Other than band, my classmates, there isn't really anything I look forward in school anymore. There used to be a time in secondary school when school used to kinda enjoyable; it used to be fun even. Everyday, I walk pass the school gates, uninterested and unmotivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Koh told me today, 'You must be in your own world' when I didn't bring my EMI tutorial, and did AC instead. I guess I am. I find myself disconnected from whatever tutorial, whatever lecture I attend - I'm just not engaged with the lesson. It is always with a little restlessness whenever I look at the time, restless to get out of the dreary classroom, restless for the lesson to end. It is probably worth mentioning that my mind is always drifting away, away from the lesson, away from the physical surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the band room a sanctuary. It is a place of nonsense, a place of mischief, of laughter, of all things good and fun. It is to me like how water is to fishes. It is a lifeline for them much like how it is a lifeline for me from the rest of school, from the tutorials, from the lectures, from the disappointed faces of my tutors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this from my organizer the other day. The roots of education are bitter, but the fruits are sweet. How true it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Je veux jouer mon saxophone et parler français tout au long de la journée.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-4910583553516940563?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/4910583553516940563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=4910583553516940563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/4910583553516940563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/4910583553516940563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-must-be-in-your-own-world.html' title='&apos;You must be in your own world&apos;'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-7616917685366613994</id><published>2009-04-11T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:12:57.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYF.</title><content type='html'>Ha, I have 5 drafts of posts that I wanted to post but I guess I never got around to finish typing them. They're all half-written, some purposefully, some abandaoned due to laziness. They're all stupid attempts at attempting to pen down my incoherent and selfish thoughts at that point of time. I wish I could stop my constant paranoia, and just swallow the emotions that arise, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF's in 23 days. I'm quite excited for SYF, to perform on a competitive platform. It is kinda odd to see the direction SYF has taken these few years. What begun as a Central Judging has turned into a competition. While I have no hopes for a GWH at the moment, but lets see what TJCSB can still yet achieve. Progress has been slow, but its finally picking up, so I guess its all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before I end this really short post, ah hahaha, Nicholas wanted a special mention on my blog. You sexy idiot, ah hahahahaha! There ya go, Nicholas. Hope you like it. I still haven't gotten an unglam shot of you, but I WILL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-7616917685366613994?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/7616917685366613994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=7616917685366613994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7616917685366613994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7616917685366613994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/04/syf.html' title='SYF.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-2080260644078511507</id><published>2009-04-08T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:22:46.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo.</title><content type='html'>Hmm, I've not updated my blog for so long! SOON SOON! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-2080260644078511507?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/2080260644078511507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=2080260644078511507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2080260644078511507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2080260644078511507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/04/boo.html' title='Boo.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-557403141513835966</id><published>2009-03-30T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:52:21.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYF.</title><content type='html'>Today's first day of the SYF Central Judging for Secondary Schools. SYF's most likelythe event that all band members will look forward to in their years in band. I'm quite surprised by the results of the first day since I felt that certain bands didn't deserve their medals. But I am most saddened by First Toa Payoh Secondary School's results! I thought they deserved a silver at least. I like their conductor and the way the members kept smiling at hero n stage. It seemed like she as well as the band members had a lot of fun performing on stage. Intonation and articulation was pretty clean so I thought the should get something better. But then I could be dead wrong and was just too tired since they were the first band. CHIJ Toa Payoh band sounded a bit orchestral, big sound in the brasses and the intonation of the clarinets was superb. St Gabriel was amazing, as was Regent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good experience and some much needed exposure into the judging for SYF. Linsheng seemed really happy when St Gabs got their gold, as did most of the guys. All his worry was for naught I guess. Heh. It was quite surprising to see him come in the morning when his band ws the fifth band that day. Ah, I feel Mr Fahmi doesn't nearly receive as much credit that a bronze medal can possibly provide. Like he said, he isn't pro medal, but I just wish that BVCB could have acheived something better, for the members and for him especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this makes me worry for my own SYF. 6th May. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-557403141513835966?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/557403141513835966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=557403141513835966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/557403141513835966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/557403141513835966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/03/syf.html' title='SYF.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-8752995177985905058</id><published>2009-03-22T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:30:19.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Common Tests.</title><content type='html'>My common tests start tomorrow but I didn't really make good use of the holidays to study but its not there's much I can do about it now. I can't exactly say I regret not studying cause I did loads of kickass fun things and I dunno, haha, I guess I just feel satisfied with my life so far. No school to worry about, no homework, no SPA - at least within this short week, though there is the common tests but I like to push that thought down deep into the recesses of my mind.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soil and PIMP concert was damn kickass. The band was damn awesome, they played with such energy and scary precision. The energy in the concert hall was almost tangible, you can feel it the moment the intro music started, and that was even before the performers got on stage. I've never attended such a concert before. It was an awesome experience. And here I thought 'The Architecture of Silence' was kickass? OK, so one's ballet and one's like.. I dunno, jazz band? Singapore Arts Festival coming up next, yyeeaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell my teachers that I didn't study for my common tests cause I was busy enjoying what I have been deprived these past 9 weeks. My life. Its funny how 'life' and education are opposites to each other, at least how I see it. Life is everything education is not- fun, enjoyment, and vice versa. Why can't I find fun in education? Why can't I enjoy education? HAHAHA. But nonetheless, haha, I shall try my best for the common tests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-8752995177985905058?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/8752995177985905058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=8752995177985905058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/8752995177985905058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/8752995177985905058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/03/common-tests.html' title='Common Tests.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-5794366170234198338</id><published>2009-03-13T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:22:14.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Brother who can't spell Literature for nuts. Lol.</title><content type='html'>..Graham's responses to the world and the events that occur within it gives the reader a sense of astonishment and awe. Then i went to the ghetto and became a nigga with a gun. I rap lituature all night longopaoiioioi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what my brother made of my half done Paper 4 PC. Lol. He can't even spell Literature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-5794366170234198338?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/5794366170234198338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=5794366170234198338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/5794366170234198338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/5794366170234198338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupid-brother-who-cant-spell.html' title='Stupid Brother who can&apos;t spell Literature for nuts. Lol.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-1074300088041005590</id><published>2009-03-10T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:48:21.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xu Laoshi. AH HAH! =D</title><content type='html'>My Chinese education has finally ended, after 11 full years of torture! It was last Friday, with the release of the Alevel results that I was finaly released from this horrible prison. Lol, I got myself a D - for DISTINCTION! LOL, I wish. A D's pretty good for me I guess, I'm just glad that it'll finally be over. I don't really care if I'm ever going to regret someday that I didn't pay enough attention in school for Chinese cause of whatever reason. I'm just glad that I don't have to study the infernal language anymore. Byebye Chinese. I'll miss not doing Chinese homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I really must add this in, Xu Laoshi made my last year studying Chinese a really really fruitful one! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-1074300088041005590?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/1074300088041005590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=1074300088041005590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1074300088041005590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1074300088041005590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/03/xu-laoshi-ah-hah-d.html' title='Xu Laoshi. AH HAH! =D'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-7019225536543070513</id><published>2009-03-04T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:04:01.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Important life lessons.</title><content type='html'>1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE. "If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My mother taught me RELIGION." You better pray that will come out of the carpet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL." If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My mother taught me LOGIC." Because I said so, that's why."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC." If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT." Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My mother taught me IRONY." Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS." Shut your mouth and eat your supper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM." Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My mother taught me about STAMINA. "You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. My mother taught me about WEATHER." This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY." If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE." I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION." Stop acting like your father!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My mother taught me about ENVY." There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION." Just wait until we get home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING." You are going to get it when you get home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE." If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to get stuck that way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. My mother taught me ESP." Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. My mother taught me HUMOR." When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT." If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. My mother taught me GENETICS." You're just like your father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS." Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. My mother taught me WISDOM." When you get to be my age, you'll understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. My mother taught me about JUSTICE." One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from a forum, haha, funny stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-7019225536543070513?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/7019225536543070513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=7019225536543070513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7019225536543070513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7019225536543070513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/03/important-life-lessons.html' title='Important life lessons.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-6357787309385507495</id><published>2009-03-02T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:37:56.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undying.</title><content type='html'>Rugby is fun, but super tiring. We played Rugby for group PE today and I was grouped with some random people and Chiyung. Ah ha ha ha, this is what PE should be about man, not about jogging and fitness and conditioning. Thats for people to do at home and if they are too lazy to do it themselves, then too bad for them. PE should be about GAMES and more GAMES! AH HA HA. RUGBY FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Race is now my most favorite show to watch. Its totally kickass. They have an asian team, both attended Harvard and are lawyers now. GO TAMMY AND VICTOR. ASIANS FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what my life has been reduced to, amidst all the sleeping and occasional homework (when I do get around to it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L56BgMsL7QA&amp;amp;eurl=http://sgbandfusion.com/index.php?PHPSESSID=gagnodlvf918p945g7mqccjr00&amp;amp;topic=2954.msg38827;topicseen&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;br /&gt;EL CAMINO REAL ON THE ELECTRIC ORGAN. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like a palimpsest. Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-6357787309385507495?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/6357787309385507495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=6357787309385507495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/6357787309385507495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/6357787309385507495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/03/undying.html' title='Undying.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-1927508409157258091</id><published>2009-02-23T22:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:59:22.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 / 50.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Life 2: The Unhappy Ending"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Scene one:]&lt;/i&gt; Late at night interior, we find ourselves inside the car&lt;br /&gt;Our hero has just gone too far, his lover bleeding in the back&lt;br /&gt;He removes the Lucky from the pack, he knows now that he can't turn back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;i&gt;[Cut to:]&lt;/i&gt; The cherry lights in the rearview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; He realizes that he's through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Whispers, "Darling let's have fun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Hits the exit doing 91, drives until he's in the woods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; If he loses them he's gone for good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Life was supposed to be a film, was supposed to be a thriller, was supposed to end in tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But life, could be nothing but a joke, could be nothing but a con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Where's my unhappy ending gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Life was supposed to be a film, was supposed to be a thriller, was supposed to end in blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But life could be nothing but a joke, a sentimental con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Where's my unhappy ending gone? Where's my unhappy ending gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;i&gt;[Her:]&lt;/i&gt; Here is the part where you save me, here is the scene where you save the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Why can't the ending be happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Why must it always resolve this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;i&gt;[Fade in:]&lt;/i&gt; A cabin in the woods somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Our hero strokes his lover's hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Says "Don't worry love we're almost done"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Says "I could have really been someone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Outside, they surround the house with pistols drawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; It's a waiting game until dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Sergeant says "He can't go on, we know now that he can't go on..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Life was supposed to be a film, was supposed to be a thriller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Was supposed to end in fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But life turns out it's nothing but a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And that I'll miss it when it's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I want the story to go on and on but it can't go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I PASSED MY FIRST GP ESSAY. YAY. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--ringtones and media links --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-1927508409157258091?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/1927508409157258091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=1927508409157258091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1927508409157258091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1927508409157258091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/02/28-50.html' title='28 / 50.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-987522994246056499</id><published>2009-02-22T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:16:11.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vroom vroom vroom.</title><content type='html'>Though I didn't do much this weekend, somehow I feel quite tired. Either I'm just being lazy or I really am that tired. Personally, I think its the former. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. Conducting for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BVCB&lt;/span&gt;, giving Erwin tuition for Calculus, going for tuition and doing complex numbers and taking one too many buses. I don't like to take public transport! Coming home from tuition from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KEMBANGAN&lt;/span&gt; takes like 45 minutes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KEMBANGAN&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I went back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BVCB&lt;/span&gt; to conduct them for the exchange at Loyang Sec. Ah, on one hand I'm quite thankful that I was given this opportunity. While Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fahmi&lt;/span&gt; may not give clear directions with regards to the band sound and stuff like that compared to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Linsheng&lt;/span&gt;, sometimes Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Fahmi&lt;/span&gt; just says things that completely surprises. The amount of experience and wisdom he can impart is amazing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;, needless to say, he has taught me a great many new things when it comes to the art of conducting. Things I did not think as important if I carried on conducting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;TJCSB&lt;/span&gt;. While &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;BVCB&lt;/span&gt; may never reach the same standards as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;TJCSB&lt;/span&gt;, I feel privileged to have played under Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Fahmi's&lt;/span&gt; baton. To him, it was never the medal that mattered, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;SYF&lt;/span&gt; was just a bonus. To him what mattered was how we grew as a person through that 4 years, to be a mature young adult. Responsible too. Ah ha ha! To say that I respect him would be an understatement. But of course not to the point of worship. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths test tomorrow! Physics SPA on Tuesday! French on Thursday! It'll be a tiring week, but hey, I say bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I don't sound like me. I've been blessed (HAHA!) with a certain level of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;cynicism&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to overly positive stuff. Its like how I find HSM utterly nonsense. So reading back, ah haha, I find myself scorning the very words I typed a mere few minutes ago. Am I so jaded as to dismiss all the good things tat could happen? Is this the kind of view I hold of life? Its like the saying - 'Too good to be true'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, cool epiphany. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-987522994246056499?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/987522994246056499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=987522994246056499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/987522994246056499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/987522994246056499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/02/vroom-vroom-vroom.html' title='Vroom vroom vroom.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-1530905279795819851</id><published>2009-02-20T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:59:32.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You. :)</title><content type='html'>ITS GOING TO BE 9PM AND I'M GOING TO BE SLEEPING. AH HAHA. Hope tomorrow's exchange with BV goes alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-1530905279795819851?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/1530905279795819851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=1530905279795819851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1530905279795819851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1530905279795819851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/02/you.html' title='You. :)'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-6904037860095501058</id><published>2009-02-16T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:21:01.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AIRCONS!</title><content type='html'>A quick update before I get on with my homework. Today's band room clean up was quite awesome! Somehow I think doing housework is fun, well if you ignore the aching back and the dirt in the AHU room. Its super dirty plus where the aircon used to be is this raised platform that looks like where a coffin would be. But it was pretty fun I guess, its almost like playing with water, except you aren't wasting the water entirely, but you're still playing with it? Know what I mean? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I think this is like the 4th time we're cleaning the band room. I'm not too sure. Everytime we do, there's always a whole lot of junk that is thrown out. So when you multiply the junk by 4 times, you get 'band room = junk room'. Lol. But at least we get new kickass aircons! Flora was sitting on a really high stack of chairs and laughed non stop, while Cheryl just laid on the floor and laughed before going to sleep. The wonders of a new aircon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, shit. I feel like sleeping now. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-6904037860095501058?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/6904037860095501058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=6904037860095501058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/6904037860095501058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/6904037860095501058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/02/aircons.html' title='AIRCONS!'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-2731204247737779010</id><published>2009-02-15T11:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:45:39.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moto Perpetuo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;QUIZ FROM XINYUN'S BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.Besides your lips , where is your favourite spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;-forehead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2: How do you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hungry? I feel like eating pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3: Who was the last person you took a photo with?&lt;br /&gt;Lynnette and Yansin I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4: Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;Erm, ah haha, probably. More so in some ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5: Would you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I dunno man. It looks pretty painful. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6: Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;7: Do you want someone dead?&lt;br /&gt;Not presently. Well maybe not dead! But like, something bad will happen to someone. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8:What does your last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth saying he just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9:What are you thinking of right now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Breakfast, though its like almost lunch time already. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10: Do you wish someone was with you right now?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;yup! I've never quite gotten over the yearning of waking to someone in the same bed as me. Like not in a sexual way! With clothes on! Like in a romantic way? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11: What time did you go to sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;11 something I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12: Where did you buy the T-shirt you are wearing now ?&lt;br /&gt;Its a torn up shirt from Espirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;13: Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about my maid who is so lazy she won't bring my dinner to me even when I'm just sitting like 4 steps away from her. LOL! Or when I'm upstairs and she calls me down to get my dinner when she herself is walking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;14: Who was the last person to text you?&lt;br /&gt;Jesicca and Xinyun, if you exclude Kenneth's message this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-Okay, im deleting the whole 2nd part of this quiz. haha. moving onn- (LOL JERMAIN WHY DELETE THE PART OF THE QUIZ?!) - This is what it said on Xinyun's blog. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Rules and Regulations:-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Each player of this game start off with 10 weird things/habit/little known facts about yourself.-People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.-At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list this names.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;TEN ARE YOU(s)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1.) Are you single - Yup.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Are you happy - I guess so. Lol. But there's tuition later and I'm lazy to get outta the house.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Are you bored - Not really. I have Maths tutorial waiting for me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Are you fair - I'm quite dark. People used to mistake me for a malay way back in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Are you Italian - My name's italian! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6.) Are you intelligent - OF COURSE DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7.) Are you honest - Erm, I ty to be.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Are you nice - Erm, I try my best to be nice but sometimes I end up being mean unintentionally. =/&lt;br /&gt;9.) Are you Irish - Lol. I wish I was.&lt;br /&gt;10.) Are you Asian - Lol, I wish I wasn't. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;TEN FACTS&lt;br /&gt;1.) Full Name - Gino Lu Jia Jun&lt;br /&gt;2.) Nicknames - Gino Lulu, Lulu boy, erm, Vagino (Thats what Luther likes to call me. Lol).&lt;br /&gt;3.) Birth place - Singapore&lt;br /&gt;4.) Hair colour - Black.&lt;br /&gt;.5.) Natural hair style - Messy and short with a nice fringe? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Eye color - Black.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Birthday - 31st August.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Mood - Hmm, I dunno. Nothing? I'm feeling neither happy nor sad nor I dunno. Lol. Like neutral?&lt;br /&gt;9.) Favorite color - Black and Sapphire.&lt;br /&gt;10.) One place you’d love to visit - Your ass crack. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE&lt;br /&gt;1.) Have you ever been in love - I guess so. =)&lt;br /&gt;2.) Do you believe in love at first sight - Nah. Thats just stupid talk.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Do you currently have a crush? - I like to believe that I always have a crush at any one point of time. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Have you ever been hurt emotionally - HMM. Yea I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Have you ever broken someone’s heart - Yup.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Have you ever had your heart broken - Yup.&lt;br /&gt;.7.) Have you ever liked someone but never told them - Yup. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Are you afraid of commitment - A little bit I guess.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Who was the last person you hugged - Carrie? When she was leaving Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;10.) Who was the last person you said I love you to? - My mom? AH HAHA! OK SO I"M A MOMMA'S BOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;TEN PREFERENCES IN A PARTNER&lt;br /&gt;1.) Smile or eyes - Smile! Cause like its when the eyes appear to shine! AH HAHA! SO its like, both now?&lt;br /&gt;2.) Light or dark hair - I prefer no hair. AH HA. I think dark hair.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Hugs or Kisses - Hmm. Both?&lt;br /&gt;4.) Shorter or taller - Nah, I don't mind if my partner is taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Intelligence or attraction - Hmm. I don't really care my partner is dumb, but as long as I love that person, lol, doesn't really matter does it?&lt;br /&gt;6.) Topman or Zara - RIVER ISLAND. AH HAHA. ZARA AND TOPSHOP SUCKS. Well Topshop more than Zara. Zara is still nice and awesome.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Funny or serious - I prefer a good mix of both.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Older or Younger - Well not too old or too young. Lol. But a few years difference don't make a difference to me.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Outgoing or quiet - Doesn't matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;10.) Sweet or Bad - o.0 huh? Lol. Whats bad mean? Like evil and diabolical bad? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;TEN THIS OR THAT&lt;br /&gt;1.) Love or Lust - Love&lt;br /&gt;2.) Hard liquor or beer - Erm, I dunno man. Probably beer? But I don't really drink so yea.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Cats or dogs - Don't really have a preference. I wanna have both actually ah haha.&lt;br /&gt;4.) A few best friends or any regular friends - A few best friends.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Creamy or Crunchy - Creamy.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Pencil or Pen - Pen.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Wild night out or romantic night in - Romantic Night in.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Money or Happiness - I would say happiness but then if you've totally no money, don't tell me you're gonna be happy being out on the streets thinking about when your next meal is going to come. AH HAHA! SO I SAY BOTH. But then again, not so many people are to lucky as to get both.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Night or day - Mornings! :)&lt;br /&gt;10.) IM or phone - Phone hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;TEN HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;1.) Been caught sneaking out - Nope!&lt;br /&gt;2.) Seen a polar bear - At the zoo. Heh. I've gone on far too many school excursions to the zoo in the past.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Done something you regret - Who hasn't? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Bungee Jumped - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Eaten food that fell on the floor - Yea! I just did, ah haha, my sweet dropped on the floor but since my maid just cleaned my room and all this morning so I figured its gotta be somewhat clean. Right?&lt;br /&gt;6.) Finished an entire jaw breaker - Yup.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Been caught naked - Erm, haha, caught naked? Well people have seen me naked before but not 'caught'. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Wanted an ex bf/gf back - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Wanted to disappear - Yup.&lt;br /&gt;10.) Kissed the same gender - On the forehead. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;TEN HAVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;1.) Ever performed in front of a large crowd - Yup.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Ever talked on the phone for longer than an hour - Yup.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Ever tried walking on your hands - I could for like.. 5 steps back in sec 3. AH HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;4.) Ever been to a rock concert - I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Ever been on a cheerleading team - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Ever been on a dance team - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Ever been on a sports team - I was on the jump rope team in primay school. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Ever been in a drama play/production - Yup! We made a video production using lego for some school competition thingy.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Ever owned a BMW, Mercedes Benz, Escalade, hummer or Bentley? - Nope, but I would like to own one. HEH. And get my personal driver, Fred to drive me around, well when he gets his license anyway.&lt;br /&gt;10.) Ever been in a rap video? -Nope.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;TEN… LASTS&lt;br /&gt;1.) Last phone call you made - Called my dad about dinner.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Last person you hung out with - Xinyun, May, Alastair and Linda when they suddenly decided to come to my house yesterday to watch Prelude DVD.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Last time you worked - A volunteer guy for the Singapore Arts Fest.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Last person you talked to - Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Last person you IM’d - Jessica, ah haha, which just occured less than a few seconds ago.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Last person you texted - Yunxi.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Last person(s) you went to the movies with - Luther and May to watch PONYO! I think.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Last person/thing you missed - I miss the old times we had, now just seems like we're drifting apart.&lt;br /&gt;10.) Last website you visited - Facebook? Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I DID THIS QUIZ IN LIKE 3 HOURS, WITH A REALLY LONG LUNCH BREAK IN BETWEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-2731204247737779010?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/2731204247737779010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=2731204247737779010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2731204247737779010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2731204247737779010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/02/moto-perpetuo.html' title='Moto Perpetuo.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-6064282266243339429</id><published>2009-02-13T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:43:18.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wispy White Crystals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYNNETTE AKA NEIGHBOUR!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I didn't slide anything under your door like I said I would cause I ain't got anything planned. =/&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure the TK girls will have something fun planned no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;ONCE AGAIN! HAPPY BIRTHDAY. I think you'll receive an sms with the same words pretty soon. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chemistry practical was interesting. We made crystals of benzoic acid. But I swear, its the most troublesome and irritating experiment to do; we had to filtrate the solution 3 times and the thing filters damn slowly. But I had a stranger as my lap partner since I was doing the make up with 14/08 - Daryl's class! Miss Wong didn't let me do it with Daryl cause in her own words - 'Daryl? No, he's very naughty (Or if you follow her accent 'naug tee')'. So I was stuck with the SC guy who sings the school song quite loudly. I could hear him from where I was on Wednesday when the SC started singing the school song without the music.&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/16191004-6064282266243339429?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/6064282266243339429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=6064282266243339429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/6064282266243339429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/6064282266243339429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/02/wispy-white-crystals.html' title='Wispy White Crystals.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-2847130226710906326</id><published>2009-02-09T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:42:09.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue and Yellow.</title><content type='html'>Its quite horrifying to find out that none of my section members know what is 'The Art of Saxophone Playing' by Larry Teal! Its like the standard text, or it used to be I think, that all saxophonists used. It has valuable information on vibrato, tonguing and all that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kickass&lt;/span&gt; stuff, so its super cool! So when I hear that none of them have heard about it, imagine the horror! AH HA HA HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit was awesome today. Ms Nansi&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Woodford&lt;/span&gt; (Is there a difference between Miss and Ms? =| )were talking to us about how much they hated Orientation. Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nansi&lt;/span&gt; even did an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;impersonation&lt;/span&gt; of a crazy screaming/ cheering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OGM&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't tell cause it seemed like a cross between the two - screaming AND cheering. She looked quite funny flailing her arms all about and kicking her legs into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[ Rêveur ] En face de la mer. says:&lt;br /&gt;May's com sucks&lt;br /&gt;[ Rêveur ] En face de la mer. says:&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;may. says:&lt;br /&gt;HEY&lt;br /&gt;may. says:&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;may. says:&lt;br /&gt;my poor lappie got scolded by gino!&lt;br /&gt;may. says:&lt;br /&gt;:0&lt;br /&gt;[ Rêveur ] En face de la mer. says:&lt;br /&gt;BAD LAPPIE&lt;br /&gt;[ Rêveur ] En face de la mer. says:&lt;br /&gt;AH HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;may. says:&lt;br /&gt;EHH&lt;br /&gt;may. says:&lt;br /&gt;it will bite you ok!&lt;br /&gt;may. says:&lt;br /&gt;*chomp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;BEWARE ALL. MAY HAS A PEOPLE EATING LAPTOP.&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/16191004-2847130226710906326?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/2847130226710906326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=2847130226710906326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2847130226710906326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2847130226710906326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/02/blue-and-yellow.html' title='Blue and Yellow.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-7320408621168170281</id><published>2009-02-07T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:26:42.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How incredibly quick things can change. How things which takes weeks and months to build comes crumbling down in a matter of seconds. How one denies what's so readily placed in front of them. How one can possess such naviety and blindness. Yet it is I, who is most blind, who most readily denies; Who is most stupid for embracing something as clear as the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a piece of crystal; lucid with that tinge of sapphire - how I bleed from its razor edges, its alluring appearance erasing away the pain. Yet, the blood taints its beauty, how imperfect it now is. No matter how I clean, how I scrub it won't go. Now blackened, I want to throw it away - yet it reminds me of its past beauty; it is a momento from the past (No matter how fleeting it was).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A burnt sunflower, a crumbled sandcastle, ground zero in New York City. The broken promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its incredible how incredibly fucked things can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ou est la mer? J'aime la mer beaucoup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-7320408621168170281?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/7320408621168170281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=7320408621168170281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7320408621168170281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7320408621168170281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/02/ignorance.html' title='Ignorance.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-4344707621043503241</id><published>2009-02-06T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T02:08:55.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To play like a child.</title><content type='html'>I came home at 2pm today. Those primary school kids have all the freedom in the world I swear. I pretty much slept the entire afternoon away. Awesome are the days when sleep is bountiful. I never felt more free since coming to TJC. Ah. Life's good, for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a rude call from Varian, aka the pig/ fatty/ boomer, and his first words were 'eh cheebye, I call you fucking many times why never pick up'. AH HA HA HA! Sleep takes precedence over all! Kidding. He says many funny things and then laughs a good hearty laugh. 'Oh oh! The boomer gone liao, later he spit at you from there', 'I what commodity? I Komodo dragon arh'. It doesn't help that he's a bit fat so we joke about it every chance we get. We've been designated animals, so thats like our psuedo names; I'm the dog, Varian's the pig, Gerald's the duck but that one's tending change, Sheng Bang's the chicken and Yong Seng is the monkey. It basically forms the basis for all our insults for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(55, 93, 87); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;THE GIFT &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by Gary R. Ferris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;When you began your life;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what to give you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my soul begins to strife.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;For money, I don’t have any,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gifts, they don’t last long;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can I offer you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s meaningful and strong.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that I thought of,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was to buy you something cheap;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you would curse me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And think I was a creep.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;For money, clothes, and jewelry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things they seem so small;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So quickly you would lose them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then have nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;So maybe this is silly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you on this night;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But giving away a part of me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just makes me feel so right.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;So this year I will give to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words that fill my soul;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that they will bless you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may your life be whole.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(55, 93, 87); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(55, 93, 87); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I struggle now; an uphill task. Like a stubborn child, I refuse - I can't let go. Maybe it'll fade, maybe it won't. I pray.&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/16191004-4344707621043503241?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/4344707621043503241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=4344707621043503241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/4344707621043503241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/4344707621043503241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-play-like-child.html' title='To play like a child.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-2141104933392449107</id><published>2009-02-02T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:12:51.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'.. demure and glamorous and graceful and elegant..'</title><content type='html'>Today's a tiring day! Actually, when isn't a tiring day when there's school? Lol. PE was terrible. Surya and Daichao were like dragging me throughout the entire run, Surya even held my hand and started to run faster so that I wouldn't walk. But I completed the entire thing without stopping for more than 5 seconds. Totally awesome kickass me. Heh, running ain't my forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's H1 literature was quite scary. Miss Nansi told us to get outta class (and she really meant it) and think about the next few chapters of the book cause we were contributing very little ideas during tutorial. Sometimes I just don't see P&amp;amp;P as something more than a novel meant to entertain, so when Miss Nansi starts bringing all these ideas, it confuses me somewhat. But I guess it does make sense sometimes if I really take the effort and look at it from the other perspective; as a lit student rather than just merely a reader. Well then again, that was what was expected of me in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Je ne vous comprends pas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then again, its not like this is the first time. Nevermind, I have no idea what to expect out of this anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Batard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-2141104933392449107?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/2141104933392449107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=2141104933392449107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2141104933392449107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2141104933392449107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/02/demure-and-glamorous-and-graceful-and.html' title='&apos;.. demure and glamorous and graceful and elegant..&apos;'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-1510822940464006204</id><published>2009-01-31T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:22:03.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I beg you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    'June' by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;William Cullen Bryant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, through the long, long summer hours,&lt;br /&gt;The golden light should lie,&lt;br /&gt;And thick young herbs and groups of flowers&lt;br /&gt;Stand in their beauty by.&lt;br /&gt;The oriole should build and tell&lt;br /&gt;His love-tale, close beside my cell;&lt;br /&gt;The idle butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Should rest him there, and there be heard&lt;br /&gt;The housewife-bee and humming bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what if cheerful shouts at noon,&lt;br /&gt;Come, from the village sent,&lt;br /&gt;Or songs of maids, beneath the moon,&lt;br /&gt;With fairy laughter blent?&lt;br /&gt;And what if, in the evening light,&lt;br /&gt;Betrothed lovers walk in sight&lt;br /&gt;Of my low monument?&lt;br /&gt;I would the lovely scene around&lt;br /&gt;Might know no sadder sight nor sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know I should not see&lt;br /&gt;The season's glorious show,&lt;br /&gt;Nor would its brightness shine for me;&lt;br /&gt;Nor its wild music flow;&lt;br /&gt;But if, around my place of sleep,&lt;br /&gt;The friends I love should come to weep,&lt;br /&gt;They might not haste to go.&lt;br /&gt;Soft airs and song, and the light and bloom,&lt;br /&gt;Should keep them lingering by my tomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These to their soften'd hearts should bear&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of what has been,&lt;br /&gt;And speak of one who cannot share&lt;br /&gt;The gladness of the scene;&lt;br /&gt;Whose part in all the pomp that fills&lt;br /&gt;The circuit of the summer hills,&lt;br /&gt;Is- that his grave is green;&lt;br /&gt;And deeply would their hearts rejoice&lt;br /&gt;To hear again his living voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;Today's a tiring day. I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/16191004-1510822940464006204?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/1510822940464006204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=1510822940464006204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1510822940464006204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1510822940464006204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-beg-you.html' title='I beg you.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-2704010567577809800</id><published>2009-01-28T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:12:06.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'The proposal he made had me squealing on the bus.' - Confessions of a P&amp;P Addict.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;001- Sometimes I wonder how life would have been if I haven't met you. It would have been bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;002- You're a moron! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. You're also stupidly funny sometimes. But its good, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;. I wish I got to know you better a whole sooner! Good good good friend I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;003- I wish you would say more sometimes. Sometimes I feel like I'm bothering you though I don't truly know I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;004- I used to wish that I could say I love you to you, but not anymore. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;005- I think you should watch what you say sometimes. Not everyone appreciates what you say, meant intentionally or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;006- Somehow, I find a lot of comfort in what you say, though you say it in quite an authoritative manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;007- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. I ALWAYS have a lot fun talking to you! :) (You're the only that gets a smley face. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;008-You scare me sometimes by your motivation to study, but man you are focused when you want to be. Awesome friend too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;009- I wanna meet up with you more often! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. You're a nice person to talk too. Almost always cheerful. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;010- The things you saw sometimes totally confounds me, but then the things you say also remind me of a little kid. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. You're cute that way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stole this from Xinyun's blog -  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'pretty interesting- 10 different things for 10 different people- you can figure out which one’s yours! hahaha but some statements might prick at your consciousness though its not meant for you. its pretty interesting yeah? =)'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;COME FIVE PEOPLE TO DO THIS! You guys can just take it from my blog, heh, I'm kinda lazy to think of 5 people. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-2704010567577809800?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/2704010567577809800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=2704010567577809800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2704010567577809800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2704010567577809800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/01/proposal-he-made-had-me-squealing-on.html' title='&apos;The proposal he made had me squealing on the bus.&apos; - Confessions of a P&amp;P Addict.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-2244907145903006716</id><published>2009-01-26T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:41:02.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To dream with death.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Cet Amour&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt; (This Love) par Jacques &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Prévert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Cet amour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Si violent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Si fragile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Si tendre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Si désespéré &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Cet amour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Beau comme le jour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Et mauvais comme le temps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Quand le temps est mauvais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Cet amour si vrai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Cet amour si beau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Si heureux &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Si joyeux &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Et si dérisoire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Tremblant de peur comme un enfant dans le noir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Et si sûr de lui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Comme un homme tranquille au milieu de la nuit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Cet amour qui faisait peur aux autres &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Qui les faisait parler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Qui les faisait blémir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Cet amour guetté &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Parce que nous le guettions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Traqué blessé piétiné achevé nié oublié &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Parce que nous l'avons traqué blessé piétiné achevé nié oublié &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Cet amour tout entier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Si vivant encore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Et tout ensoleillé &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;C'est le tien &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;C'est le mien &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Celui qui a été &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Cette chose toujours nouvelles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Et qui n'a pas changé &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Aussi vraie qu'une plante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Aussi tremblante qu'un oiseau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Aussi chaude aussi vivante que l'été &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Nous pouvons tous les deux &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Aller et revenir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Nous pouvons oublier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Et puis nous rendormir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Nous réveiller souffrir vieillir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Nous endormir encore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Rêver à la mort &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Nous éveiller sourire et rire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Et rajeunir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Notre amour reste là &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Têtu comme une bourrique &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Vivant comme le désir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Cruel comme la mémoire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Bête comme les regrets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Tendre comme le souvenir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Froid comme le marbre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Beau comme le jour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Fragile comme un enfant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Il nous regarde en souriant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Et il nous parle sans rien dire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Et moi j'écoute en tremblant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Et je crie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Je crie pour toi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Je crie pour moi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Je te supplie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Pour toi pour moi et pour tous ceux qui s'aiment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Et qui se sont aimés &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Oui je lui crie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Pour toi pour moi et pour tous les autres &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Que je ne connais pas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Reste là &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Là où tu es &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Là où tu étais autrefois &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Reste là &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Ne bouge pas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Ne t'en va pas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Nous qui sommes aimés &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Nous t'avons oublié &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Toi ne nous oublie pas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Nous n'avions que toi sur la terre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Ne nous laisse pas devenir froids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Beaucoup plus loin toujours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Et n'importe où &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Donne-nous signe de vie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Beaucoup plus tard au coin d'un bois &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Dans la forêt de la mémoire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Surgis soudain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Tends-nous la main &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Et sauve-nous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, even the simplest of words can have the greatest effects on the soul.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fragile love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-2244907145903006716?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/2244907145903006716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=2244907145903006716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2244907145903006716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2244907145903006716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-dream-with-death.html' title='To dream with death.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-7890943186028285707</id><published>2009-01-22T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:43:11.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fredzzz, the Ah Lian.</title><content type='html'>CHINESE NEW YEAR! You know, I have no idea what Chinese New Year is about except celebrating the new year and getting lots of moolah. I have this vague idea about the story about that dragon shit thing, but yea. 'Dragon shit thing' pretty much sums up how much I truly know about the festival. Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened these past few days. Some good things and some bad ones. But I shall not elaborate cause that would take way too much time and I'm kinda lazy to blog about them. AH HAHA! Sucks to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to everyone a Happy Chinese New Year and get loads of money and then, you guys can start treating me to stuff. Even if I don't really know you and you happened to chance on my blog, hey, I'm a friendly guy who won't mind a treat. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-7890943186028285707?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/7890943186028285707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=7890943186028285707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7890943186028285707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7890943186028285707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/01/fredzzz-ah-lian.html' title='Fredzzz, the Ah Lian.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-635559242107203714</id><published>2009-01-18T20:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:15:52.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>' What's hmwk? .. i MISS hmwk '</title><content type='html'>Today has been a super productive day! Almost finished with 2007 Physics Alevel Paper, at least those on the homework list (Yes, I have not done my Physics homework) and revised a little on Vectors before going for Maths tuition. All in all, its been a most prodoctive Sunday. I just have to finish the halogenoalkanes tutorial and one AQ for GP and I'm all set for the week. I still have some outstanding homework from last week but ah, who cares. I ain't some miracle worker. Given my attitude towards school last year, this is a MAJOR improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SXMxwE5jwRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/_4E9IJpcwQ0/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SXMxwE5jwRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/_4E9IJpcwQ0/s320/DSC00303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292628689109106962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SXMxwfKqwqI/AAAAAAAAAfg/wBJT3LeLlEU/s1600-h/DSC00305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SXMxwfKqwqI/AAAAAAAAAfg/wBJT3LeLlEU/s320/DSC00305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292628696160191138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SXMxwrgrmSI/AAAAAAAAAfo/bi5uABZx_JQ/s1600-h/DSC00309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SXMxwrgrmSI/AAAAAAAAAfo/bi5uABZx_JQ/s320/DSC00309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292628699473746210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go Green Day was quite slack for me. I HAVE HOMEWORK TO DO SO I SHALL BLOG ANOTHER DAY. But I just realized that I have completely no foolscap paper to do my homework on. Which sucks! GP's due tomorrow and I have one last AQ to do before I can say goodbye to the GP holiday homework. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, Go Green Day! Somehow no one volunteered to look after the bags and all that, so I volunteered. So I just sat under the void deck beside this huge pile of newspapers and old clothes. Took one too many naps, SMS-ed a great deal. But by twelve when most of my smsing stopped, the boredom started to creep in. Ah ha ha! It didn't help that it was quite windy that day. I didn't slack all the way though! I did my fair share of work too. Heh. There was this block with only two units per lift. I was super happy when I heard that but once we started, it was only the beginning of the end! The residents had a lot to give us! Which is good I guess. It was awkward doing it with Mr Koh cause I don't really know him, if at all. Our attempts at conversation failed terribly. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURSE YOU FOOLSCAP. THE TIME WHEN I WANT TO DO HOMEWORK BUT I CAN'T. D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG. Somehow. Ah, this sucks. I'm looking forward to then. Its getting boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-635559242107203714?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/635559242107203714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=635559242107203714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/635559242107203714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/635559242107203714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-hmwk-i-miss-hmwk.html' title='&apos; What&apos;s hmwk? .. i MISS hmwk &apos;'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SXMxwE5jwRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/_4E9IJpcwQ0/s72-c/DSC00303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-6264755440177390942</id><published>2009-01-17T14:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:07:08.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>' Too much much sex! '</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Alicante par &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jacques Prévert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Une orange sur la table&lt;br /&gt;Ta robe sur le tapis&lt;br /&gt;Et toi dans mon lit&lt;br /&gt;Doux présent de la  présent&lt;br /&gt;Fraîcheur de la nuit&lt;br /&gt;Chaleur de ma vie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-6264755440177390942?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/6264755440177390942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=6264755440177390942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/6264755440177390942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/6264755440177390942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-much-much-sex.html' title='&apos; Too much much sex! &apos;'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-3538526463822825996</id><published>2009-01-12T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:39:36.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'.. oh dear I suddenly thought of the dog hump video.. '</title><content type='html'>OMG! The Olevel results for Bedok View are really really good this year - 84% distinction for Chemistry, 58% for Physics and 60% for Geography. At least those were the figures given to me by Oliver. I don't know about the rest. My batch only managed a 50% distinction for Chemistry and 100% for Literature. I think Ms Goh must be damn happy now. Both her classes have produced such excellent results for Chemistry. Kudos to Ms Goh; I swear, haha, without your teaching, I would have done pretty badly for Chemistry in JC. At least all my basics are firm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-3538526463822825996?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/3538526463822825996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=3538526463822825996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/3538526463822825996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/3538526463822825996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-dear-i-suddenly-thought-of-dog-hump.html' title='&apos;.. oh dear I suddenly thought of the dog hump video.. &apos;'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-810713891776618622</id><published>2009-01-11T22:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:03:25.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'.. you're either retarded or unexpectedly retarded.. '</title><content type='html'>It brings me great pleasure to say that I have finally found Pride and Prejudice slightly interesting! I'm about slightly more than halfway through. I'm getting a tad annoyed by the book, epsecially at how slow it moves. But I think Catherine's a bitch and Mr Darcy is the coolest character ever. Mr Collins and Mrs Bennet are both idiots. Heh. At least 'The Tempest' is more interesting though the language is a bit of a turn off sometimes. Sometimes its so obscure its just.. you go 'WTF?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL'S STARTING TOMORROW TOO. Oh no! And the person who wrote the above blog post is MEAN! (I just copied and pasted it cause it sounded cool. LOL. ) I WANT THE EEL THINGY. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-810713891776618622?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/810713891776618622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=810713891776618622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/810713891776618622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/810713891776618622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/01/youre-either-retarded-or-unexpectedly.html' title='&apos;.. you&apos;re either retarded or unexpectedly retarded.. &apos;'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-843445548406015980</id><published>2009-01-10T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:49:56.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'..  I can't watch my ponyo anymore! D8 ..'</title><content type='html'>I found out I have another four days to complete my Chemistry and another two for my GP! Heh, thank god for Open House. How awesome is that! Hurray for my new and awesome timetable and such good timing to hold the school's open house. This is most agreeable. Heh. (hi,daniel here!gino lu is currently busy reading a cheem score!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-843445548406015980?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/843445548406015980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=843445548406015980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/843445548406015980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/843445548406015980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-watch-my-ponyo-anymore-d8.html' title='&apos;..  I can&apos;t watch my ponyo anymore! D8 ..&apos;'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-1957754234645428318</id><published>2009-01-07T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:44:44.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>' .. ok. go make love to your maths or something .. '</title><content type='html'>Woo, my new timetable rocks. Compared to the crap we got last year - 1550 was our earliest dismissal, now 1050 is our earliest and 1550 is our latest! Totally awesome man. Somehow all the CLL and CSC periods got placed at the later portions of the day. Plus with Chinese and PW gone, the timetable's starting to look less crazy and more normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-1957754234645428318?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/1957754234645428318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=1957754234645428318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1957754234645428318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1957754234645428318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok-go-make-love-to-your-maths-or.html' title='&apos; .. ok. go make love to your maths or something .. &apos;'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-7082633808894148742</id><published>2009-01-04T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:04:10.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'.. shows that im too great good etc ..'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THEME FROM PONYO ON A CLIFF BY THE SEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ポニョ、ポニョ、ポニョ、さかなのこ&lt;br /&gt;Ponyo Ponyo Ponyo sakana no ko&lt;br /&gt;あおい　うみから　やってきた&lt;br /&gt;Aoi umi kara yatte kita&lt;br /&gt;ポニョ、ポニョ、ポニョ、ふくらんだ&lt;br /&gt;Ponyo Ponyo Ponyo fukurannda&lt;br /&gt;まんまる　おなかの　おんなのこ&lt;br /&gt;Manmaru onaka no onna no ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ペタペタ、ピョンピョン、&lt;br /&gt;Peta peta pyon pyon&lt;br /&gt;あしって　いいな　かけちゃお&lt;br /&gt;Ashitte iina kakechyao&lt;br /&gt;みぎみぎ、ぶんぶん、&lt;br /&gt;Migi migi bun bun&lt;br /&gt;おてては　いいな、つないじゃお&lt;br /&gt;Otetewa iina tunaijyao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;あのこと　はねると&lt;br /&gt;Anoko to haneru to&lt;br /&gt;こころも　おどるよ&lt;br /&gt;Kokoromo odoruyo　&lt;br /&gt;ぱくぱく、ちゅぎゅ、&lt;br /&gt;Baku baku chyu gyu&lt;br /&gt;ぱくぱく、ちゅぎゅ、&lt;br /&gt;Baku baku chyu gyu&lt;br /&gt;あのこが　だいすき&lt;br /&gt;Anoko ga daisuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;まっかっかの&lt;br /&gt;Makkakka no　&lt;br /&gt;ポニョ、ポニョ、ポニョ、さかなのこ&lt;br /&gt;Ponyo Ponyo Ponyo sakana no ko&lt;br /&gt;あおい　うみから　やってきた&lt;br /&gt;Aoi umi kara yatte kita&lt;br /&gt;ポニョ、ポニョ、ポニョ、ふくらんだ&lt;br /&gt;Ponyo Ponyo Ponyo fukurannda&lt;br /&gt;まんまる　おなかの　おんなのこ&lt;br /&gt;Manmaru onaka no onna no ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome song from an awesome movie. Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I watched 'Ponyo on A Cliff By The Sea' today! Its such an endearing film (I've probably told this to like 2 people), I'm in a good mood simply thinking about that movie. Sure, its a little corny at times (Luther! You're too critital of the movie. They're only little kids. =D ), but its just awesome! The music and the artworks are great and totally kickbutt! The plot is quite loose and sometimes progress quite slowly, but thats my only gripe with the movie.&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/16191004-7082633808894148742?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/7082633808894148742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=7082633808894148742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7082633808894148742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7082633808894148742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/01/gake-no-ue-no-ponyo.html' title='&apos;.. shows that im too great good etc ..&apos;'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-7550864639646463410</id><published>2009-01-03T18:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:54:36.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'.. Take you along ah? Sure!.. '</title><content type='html'>Doing homework at home is totally unproductive. (Notice the irony? They should call it 'hardworking-or-self-disclipined-peoplework'. Two qualities I find myself severely lacking on a fine Saturday afternoon such as now) That is even if I can actually get off the computer and get to my homework. So techically, I'm not even doing homework, nor have I even thought it in the past hour, nor have I intended to start for the past 3 hours. I went to sleep, caught the finals of Miss Universe that I missed on New Year's eve on youtube, read about it on wikipedia, got redirected to an article on Singapore Girl, then to one about Singapore Airlines, then Changi Airport, then the Airbus A380 then to the Boening 747-8. And so, here I am on blogger cause I'm utterly bored with the computer now. I swear, I'm going to do my homework once I finish this post. So I'm expecting this post to be really long. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a really cool day. Its been awhile since I last went out to Orchard. The last time was when I got utterly lost after coming out from Mount Elizabeth, and walking around trying to find the train station. Its good to have to have friends who frequent the area around, just in case you know. I don't even like going to Orchard anyway. Its so darn crowded. But I have to go back there if I want that Fred Perry bag. Ever since my Zara bag broke;  I was being totally cruel to that brown beautiful leather thing by stuffing way too many things in it, I felt like a part of me died. AH HAHA! OK MAYBE NOT. So since then, I've been looking forward to the day I buy myself another totally kickbutt bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I realize I'm quite lazy to blog about yesterday so I guess I'll just get on to my homework. HORROR. To think I was complaining about lazy people just the other day who refused to go out with me cause they were lazy to get outta their house. HA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-7550864639646463410?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/7550864639646463410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=7550864639646463410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7550864639646463410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7550864639646463410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/01/doing-homework-at-home-is-totally.html' title='&apos;.. Take you along ah? Sure!.. &apos;'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-4710722887463219441</id><published>2009-01-01T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:56:15.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'.. yes that's why i'll be cool! better than listening to a fat monster! ..'</title><content type='html'>I spent the first hour of 2009 doing Mathematical Induction. Yes, thats how slow I am in my maths assignments. While people are probably finishing assignment 3, I'm still stuck at assignment 1! Well its been smooth sailing so far, the prelim questions are tricky but after staring at them for so long, I managed to solve all. Until I come to the demon that is recurrence sequences. I realize that sometimes, creativity must be exercised when doing those pesky math questions. Crazy talk you say, but AH! It is true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well recurrence sequences! Today is the day I will conquer you and liberate you from your demon-ness. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-4710722887463219441?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/4710722887463219441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=4710722887463219441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/4710722887463219441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/4710722887463219441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-thats-why-ill-be-cool-better-than.html' title='&apos;.. yes that&apos;s why i&apos;ll be cool! better than listening to a fat monster! ..&apos;'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-8434780332386259556</id><published>2008-12-31T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:45:51.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'..  you are under the pretend-to-be-a-person-but-is-a-monster..'</title><content type='html'>Its going to be the new year soon but yet I feel no excitement to usher the new year in with. I'm just reminded of more duties, more responsibilities, more work to do next year. But yet, somehow I'm quite excited by the prospect of going for lessons and all. (NO! Don't gasp or freak out. LOL!) Its like back in secondary school I was quite interested in school and stuff. But coming into JC, I guess I couldn't cope with the liberties I was being given. Instead, I was liberated by it. But oh man, this year will be different. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008. Man, what a year. Terrible, yet totaly worthwhile. I would never ever trade 2008 for anything else given the things I have learnt this year. I think I have seriously matured with the passing of 2008. It took me several agonizing and painful incidents for me to break outta my naviety and take the world in for what it really is. It ain't a pretty world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the year I made one too many great friends, but hey, whose complaining. Kenneth, Xinyun, Jinhong, Nicholas Chew, Kwangyi, Michelle, Jessica, GV, Linda, Rachel, May, Fred, Yansin, Simeng, Haoxing, Ziqi, Flora, Ximin. Kudos to the basses for making my last few days of 2008 a blast. AH HAHA! Vanessa, CH, Jinhong, Jason, Dai, Charlene and Jinyong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye bye 2008 - Year of the Fuck Ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello 2009 - Year of no Fuck Ups (Hey! I can imagine can't I?)&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/16191004-8434780332386259556?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/8434780332386259556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=8434780332386259556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/8434780332386259556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/8434780332386259556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-are-under-pretend-to-be-person-but.html' title='&apos;..  you are under the pretend-to-be-a-person-but-is-a-monster..&apos;'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-7860061383397275356</id><published>2008-12-30T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:28:47.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'.. all my partners are girls leh, how to get pregnant like that.. '</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ITS TIME TO CHIONG HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;BUT FIRST! WHATS FOR GP? I HAVE NO FREAKING IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been doing nonsense these past few days. Playing Heroes V, sleeping, eating lamb and german pork sauguages (Good food but I feel fatter. No! I'm not fat to begin with.). I even went over to CH's house to play Wii and Rockband! Woohoo. PLaying the Wii is insane. Samuel's awfully good at Rayman. And I suck epic-ly at the game except those where you have to shake your controller real hard - I'm good at those. Its a day since then and my arms hurt like crap. Woulda imagine that? Lol. Wii's good for building arm muscles!&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/16191004-7860061383397275356?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/7860061383397275356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=7860061383397275356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7860061383397275356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7860061383397275356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/12/o.html' title='&apos;.. all my partners are girls leh, how to get pregnant like that.. &apos;'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-7982745692139022316</id><published>2008-12-24T14:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:35:40.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'.. how's life anyway?.. '</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SVHr0QL51lI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/7DFciopHbDc/s1600-h/95804-1230095614-18-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SVHr0QL51lI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/7DFciopHbDc/s320/95804-1230095614-18-l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283263120812922450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SVHrDajIFxI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wAABb1dvaVo/s1600-h/95804-1230095614-21-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SVHrDajIFxI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wAABb1dvaVo/s320/95804-1230095614-21-l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283262281781090066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the advent of Christmas Eve, I have finished my last performance of the year. I thought it was damn fun, performing with those 4 alumni; Luther, Aloysius, Jie Bao and Firdaus. At first it was quite awkward since I only talked to Luther before but then again I wasn't that familiar with him either. But things slowly got better since our first practice. Though they're all in university now, I guess I got on relatively fine with all of them. Laughing at our horrible performance, espcially on stage becase of what Firdaus said into the mike. Ah, basically, I thought the experience was awesome! Well except me buying dinner for Luther, it was with a grimace that I saw my money go into the cashier's hands and getting pinched real hard by Jie Bao. AH HAHA! But then again, the performances wouldn't be as pleasant if we had no car to travel in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, despite Vivocity being the most awkward performance; we were performing in the middle of nowhere at 2230pm, I had the most fun performing there. We sounded awesome there; the acoustics were superb, its almost like playing in the TJ band toilet. Low ceilings FTW. Thanks to Wesley, Zhihao, Yvonne, Erwin, Flora and Jessica for like being one of the few audiences that we had there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Temasek JC Symphonic Band Saxophone Quintet as we are so aptly called or JSYR ('Just Suck Your Reed') with Jie Bao our boss, Luther with his 'small and cute car', 'Aloy' and him looking incredibly young despite his age and Firdaus our soloist. Lol. Awesome bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the only remotely interesting thing that happened since the last post was the little mahjong session the basses had over at my place after practice on Tuesday. I wasted money buying batteries for the Wii since I wanted to play with Jinhong since we already had 4 people to play mahjong. But who knew Jason would leave after one match. In the end, Jinhong and I teamed and played against the girls. I think we really had lady luck smiling upon us cause we won quite a few times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-7982745692139022316?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/7982745692139022316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=7982745692139022316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7982745692139022316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7982745692139022316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/12/hows-life-anyway.html' title='&apos;.. how&apos;s life anyway?.. &apos;'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SVHr0QL51lI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/7DFciopHbDc/s72-c/95804-1230095614-18-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-1980584498703122672</id><published>2008-12-20T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:03:14.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'You should just die... Lol. Yea...'</title><content type='html'>Today was an interesting day. Saxophone Quintet in school from 3pm to 6pm then rushed over to Pasir Ris for Primary School BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our last practice today, then its performance on Sunday. Its quite stressing sometimes playing the bass part in the quintet, but its fun I guess. A brand new experience; playing in an ensemble this small. After practice, I went opposite with Luther to photocopy some scores. The auntie said it would take like 15mins, and so begun our mini eating session. We first bought like waffles and hotdog bread, then we sat down at the food centre and ordered chicken rice. Somehow, I had a craving for chicken rice. Luther also felt like eating. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to Pasir Ris. Despite sitting behind Farhan on the bus, I didn't realize it was him until he arrived at Vivienne's place. Although I was walking behind Carrie, Eunice and Grace, I didn't know it was them until Vivienne's dad pulled over and shouted my name. God knows how he recognized me cause I didn't know who he was. Though barely half the class turned up, it was good fun. Yong Seng's epic fall into the swimming pool and Jonathan's little scream as he was thrown into the baby pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-1980584498703122672?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/1980584498703122672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=1980584498703122672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1980584498703122672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1980584498703122672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-should-just-die-lol-yea.html' title='&apos;You should just die... Lol. Yea...&apos;'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-717060370615854607</id><published>2008-12-16T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:18:25.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ephemerality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of it all.&lt;br /&gt;Your words a gentle breeze in the wind; your visage the stuff of angels.&lt;br /&gt;Between those wondrous lucid dreams and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incompetency&lt;/span&gt; of reality;&lt;br /&gt;you're the dream and the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ephemerality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of it all.&lt;br /&gt;I see a halo, as much as I see the devil's horns.&lt;br /&gt;I hear laughter yet I hear deep seated malice.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like taking the world by storm; I feel like abandoning this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So deeply intertwined;&lt;br /&gt;the wondrous lucid dreams and the incompetency of reality,&lt;br /&gt;To go into the clouds or crash and burn in the pits of hell.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ephemerality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of it 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/16191004-717060370615854607?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/717060370615854607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=717060370615854607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/717060370615854607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/717060370615854607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/12/facade.html' title='Facade.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-7319963114776471377</id><published>2008-12-16T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:00:17.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Times.</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/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SUd69FhE_hI/AAAAAAAAAfA/4b8a6hlFmoc/s1600-h/DSCN2202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SUd69FhE_hI/AAAAAAAAAfA/4b8a6hlFmoc/s320/DSCN2202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280324277986721298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Batch Mates '07&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SUd69JwlL-I/AAAAAAAAAe4/tQJrANFTh-U/s1600-h/DSCN2200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SUd69JwlL-I/AAAAAAAAAe4/tQJrANFTh-U/s320/DSCN2200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280324279125487586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saxophone Section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I found these pictures in the download folder. They were taken during band camp somewhere in November. Thought they were worth putting up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-7319963114776471377?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/7319963114776471377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=7319963114776471377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7319963114776471377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7319963114776471377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-times.html' title='Old Times.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SUd69FhE_hI/AAAAAAAAAfA/4b8a6hlFmoc/s72-c/DSCN2202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-3626494756843782385</id><published>2008-12-15T19:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:28:52.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIESTA BONANZA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SUY71sr2KcI/AAAAAAAAAew/QkVALX5_yq0/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279973406852655554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SUY71sr2KcI/AAAAAAAAAew/QkVALX5_yq0/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK, this is a picture from my jazz band performance at Raffles City. I just received them from my mom recently. Look the trombonists. Man, they have weird expressions on their faces. But other than them, ah haha! My bari sax looks totally brand new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Fiesta Bonanza! Man, there were a few screw ups here and there but I thought it went rather smoothly. My conducting was a tad over dramatic. Its just one of those moments when you're so taken by the music that you stop thinking and the music becomes your only guide. Thanks to everyone that came, esepcially to Elizabeth, Yvonne, Daniel, Rachel, Xiangluan, Xiangyi and Erwin. I'm terribly sorry I didn't go dinner with you guys. Other than that, I'm not too sure what else to say. Ha ha! SO PHOTOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SUY7UXDVLmI/AAAAAAAAAeo/DnfP3mNW-WM/s1600-h/IMG_5285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279972834109894242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SUY7UXDVLmI/AAAAAAAAAeo/DnfP3mNW-WM/s320/IMG_5285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Someone's tip toeing! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SUY6gtVWxRI/AAAAAAAAAeg/-io2mncvcEA/s1600-h/IMG_5287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279971946737878290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SUY6gtVWxRI/AAAAAAAAAeg/-io2mncvcEA/s320/IMG_5287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Band Committee '08 - '09. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SUY6gg5NtgI/AAAAAAAAAeY/31dsivB3Q5A/s1600-h/IMG_5286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279971943398618626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SUY6gg5NtgI/AAAAAAAAAeY/31dsivB3Q5A/s320/IMG_5286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Benjamin, Jin Hong and I. I realize Jin Hong and I have really small eyes. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SUY6gW3thLI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/4wnURGMMs5k/s1600-h/IMG_5284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279971940707959986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SUY6gW3thLI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/4wnURGMMs5k/s320/IMG_5284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jessica and I. She looks so clean whereas I look the opposite. HAHA! I look like all sweaty and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SUY6gDaQPFI/AAAAAAAAAeI/kiALllhWZd0/s1600-h/IMG_5281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279971935484132434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SUY6gDaQPFI/AAAAAAAAAeI/kiALllhWZd0/s320/IMG_5281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lower woodwinds! Hasia, Flora and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SUY6f5YUunI/AAAAAAAAAeA/JpBpYpw9S-8/s1600-h/DSC00484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279971932791683698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SUY6f5YUunI/AAAAAAAAAeA/JpBpYpw9S-8/s320/DSC00484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BEHOLD! I HOLD THE LIGHT IN MY HANDS! EVEN GV'S TURNING AROUND TO WITNESS MY AWESOME POWERS. Oh man, this is the most awesome picture ever! Xinyun took it when I was telling the band to play a B-flat chord. LOL, such bad timing to take a photograph but I guess, the result turned out quite good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You take me between worlds- elusive vacuums of amniotic drowse; semi-awake, almost alseep, between memory and dream, your words so achingly beautiful, between the pain of awakening and the relief of forgetting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think the above paragraph is quite beautiful. Profound.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/16191004-3626494756843782385?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/3626494756843782385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=3626494756843782385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/3626494756843782385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/3626494756843782385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/12/fiesta-bonanza.html' title='FIESTA BONANZA!'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SUY71sr2KcI/AAAAAAAAAew/QkVALX5_yq0/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-2069747584728020355</id><published>2008-12-10T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:24:10.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon-Jaw! (Bonjour)</title><content type='html'>Shufen! You make me laugh so hard. You're really really funny and your antics are really, this is probably the one and only time I'll ever say this they are really cute and funny, BUT weird. Heh. Don't ever say bonjour in front of me again. If you go bon-jaw again, I'll probably start laughing non-stop. Oh, I have your ghostly pictures from your little cam-whoring session with my phone. SCARY GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo, Carrie is back in Singapore! We should get the old bunch back together as usual!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-2069747584728020355?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/2069747584728020355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=2069747584728020355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2069747584728020355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2069747584728020355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/12/bon-jaw-bonjour.html' title='Bon-Jaw! (Bonjour)'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-3338845737107035736</id><published>2008-12-07T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:23:20.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Camp.</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beyonce's&lt;/span&gt; 'Halo' now. Nicholas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chua&lt;/span&gt; introduced me to the song, and I seriously think its quite nice. I even liked this one Britney Spear's song, 'Out From Under'. They're beautiful songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt; - Halo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember those walls I built&lt;br /&gt;Well baby they tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;And they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t even put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t even make a sound&lt;br /&gt;I found a way to let you in&lt;br /&gt;But I never really had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the light of your halo&lt;br /&gt;I got my angel now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been awakened&lt;br /&gt;Every rule I had you breaking&lt;br /&gt;It’s the risk that I’m taking&lt;br /&gt;I ain't never gonna shut you out&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I’m looking now&lt;br /&gt;I’m surrounded by your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;You know you’re my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;You’re everything I need and more&lt;br /&gt;It’s written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;Pray it won’t fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit me like a ray of sun&lt;br /&gt;Burning through my darkest night&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only one that I want&lt;br /&gt;Think I’m addicted to your light&lt;br /&gt;I swore I’d never fall again&lt;br /&gt;But this don’t even feel like falling&lt;br /&gt;Gravity can’t forget&lt;br /&gt;So pull me to the ground again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been awakened&lt;br /&gt;Every rule I had you breaking&lt;br /&gt;The risk that I’m taking&lt;br /&gt;I’m never gonna shut you out&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I’m looking now&lt;br /&gt;I’m surrounded by your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;You know you’re my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;You’re everything I need and more&lt;br /&gt;It’s written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;Pray it won’t fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;X4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Halooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ouuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Halooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ouuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ouuuuu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ouuuuu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ouuuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I’m looking now&lt;br /&gt;I’m surrounded by your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;You know you’re my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;You’re everything I need and more&lt;br /&gt;It’s written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;Pray it won’t fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo halo halo&lt;br /&gt;X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway! BAND CAMP WAS FUN! It was three days of serious work and fun. First day was all band practices for me. After main band, while the rest had games to play. Gross ones at that. I had to rehearse for jazz band in the band room. From what I hear, the games were quite fun. Cheryl had weird white stuff stuck in her hair and everyone was soaked to the bone. I'm sorta regretting, but jazz band was equally fun. The feeling of playing on a stage is awesome. Though we got stuck in the heavy rain and really bad traffic, I guess we delivered a good performance. Hopefully. I couldn't really tell from the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/STvzJtOYsxI/AAAAAAAAAd4/xvPnYNFpFcw/s1600-h/n529683836_1167697_7131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/STvzJtOYsxI/AAAAAAAAAd4/xvPnYNFpFcw/s320/n529683836_1167697_7131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277078736478974738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day was quite relaxing. Instrument cleaning and then BBQ at night. The saxes spent like a good hour and a half polishing our instruments. May was unscrewing like a lot of things from the saxophone. It was quite scary, ah ha ha. Being QM in secondary school has made me extremely cautious whenever it comes to instrument so I don't dare temper with the instrument. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bari&lt;/span&gt; sax is finally shining like it rightfully should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ was interesting but I had to go open the gates for a few people a few times. I got slapped by Vanessa, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. They were playing Truth or Dare. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jinhong&lt;/span&gt;, Jason, Kenneth and I made fun of Cheryl, Linda and a few other people when we were eating. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. People soon started to play cards and everyone was into Bridge. I played Speed with Jason and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;GV&lt;/span&gt;, and I came out the undisputed champion. Ah ha ha! Though I lost once to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;GV&lt;/span&gt;. When we went to shower, I found someone afraid of cockroaches also. Yea, cockroaches are scary things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that begun a really long session of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Heartattack&lt;/span&gt; and Murderer that would last until 4am. I think I react really slowly. When we were playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Heartattack&lt;/span&gt;, the person who got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;heartattack&lt;/span&gt; would already slap the mountain of hands and I would still be sitting there wondering what just happened. I think the screaming distracts me. People would just scream randomly during the game cause it got too fast. Vanessa's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;hula hoop&lt;/span&gt; challenge, Murderer, the party poppers, it was a crazy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow coming home, it feels so different. Band Camp was the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby I can see your halo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know you’re my saving grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-3338845737107035736?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/3338845737107035736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=3338845737107035736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/3338845737107035736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/3338845737107035736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/12/band-camp-was-fun.html' title='Band Camp.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/STvzJtOYsxI/AAAAAAAAAd4/xvPnYNFpFcw/s72-c/n529683836_1167697_7131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-5781621682831499450</id><published>2008-12-05T01:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T01:34:04.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'... kissed with the essence of periwrinkle.' Lol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAFFLES CITY&lt;/span&gt;, FRIDAY 5TH DECEMBER, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STAGE AT THIRD FLOOR&lt;/span&gt; AT&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 8.15PM&lt;/span&gt;. ME, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JAZZ BAND&lt;/span&gt;. COME, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPPORT ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll be missing them twisted games for band camp cause of jazz band. I'm not too sure if I should be relieved or sad that I'm missing the games. Though, crude and obscene at times, I think its a lot of fun (well if things don't go like terribly wrong), and I wanna play. Linda and Xinyun don't wanna tell me what the games are about. Shoulda asked Kenneth. He'll tell me for sure. I think. Maybe they signed onto contract of secrecy or something. Only thing I heard from them was a dead chicken and captain's ball. Go figure. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think half of this entire week has been spent in the band room/ TJC. Every single day, I drag my lazy ass outta bed and go to school for band/ other band stuff. Ah. My sleeping hours have drastically decreased since this week begun. With band camp coming up, ah ha ha, I will catch even lesser sleep and thats gonna suck big time. Like. Sleep is an endangered commodity. Someone help me sleep? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band Camp! Ah ha ha! Friday to Sunday. And guess what! I have not finished packing! OMFGWTFBBQ. I swear, I'll get up in the morning and finish packing, with the help of the maid, hopefully. Packing ain't what I do best, I tend to overpack anyway. Jessica made a really good point about how much I overpack. Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized something, lol. Jin Hong, ah haha, how'd you find my blog? =O Though I'll probably only see a response like on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing. SORRY MICHELLE. I REALLY THOUGHT IT WAS A SUNTEC CAUSE FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS IT WAS HELD THERE AH HAHA. SORRY TO BERNARD WHO ACCOMPANIED TOO. I REALLY AM. AH HA HA! I was just creating some private time for the two of you know. I have your interests at heart. LOL! SEE YA WHEN BAND CAMP ENDS.&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/16191004-5781621682831499450?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/5781621682831499450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=5781621682831499450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/5781621682831499450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/5781621682831499450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/12/kissed-with-essence-of-periwrinkle-lol.html' title='&apos;... kissed with the essence of periwrinkle.&apos; Lol.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-4554441617061846626</id><published>2008-12-02T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:43:29.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZ!</title><content type='html'>Three names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;- Gino&lt;br /&gt;- Lulu&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Luluboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three screen names you have: (AH HA HA HA! What can I say I love my name so much.)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lu&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gino&lt;/span&gt; (Sign in name)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ginolu&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Warhammer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sorc&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;- Gino (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WoW&lt;/span&gt; Lock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three parts of your heritage:&lt;br /&gt;- I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hokkien&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. I'm Chinese?&lt;br /&gt;- I HAVE NO HERITAGE. Or at least nothing that I can come up at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that scare you:&lt;br /&gt;- Cockroaches. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. Scares me to death. Little dirty insects monsters thingy.&lt;br /&gt;- Getting an A for my A level Chinese. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! Like scary in a happy way la. I'll go like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?! I'm so damned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cheena&lt;/span&gt; that I got an A. IMPOSSIBLE! *faints.&lt;br /&gt;- My computer crashing on me in the middle of the most awesome game ever. Games good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your everyday essentials:&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;- Food!&lt;br /&gt;- Oh oh, my blanket! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Its damn comfortable, its like.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;woah&lt;/span&gt;. Comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you're wearing now:&lt;br /&gt;- A G string.&lt;br /&gt;- A condom.&lt;br /&gt;- Cool neon red goggles with flashing lights at the sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite songs: (Instrumentals are cool k!)&lt;br /&gt;- Across the Stars from Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;- Variations on a Theme by Paganini by Rachmaninoff&lt;br /&gt;- Jesus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bleibt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Meine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Freude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two truths and a lie in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;- I'm fat. (Well this is obviously the lie. Duh. You guys need your eyes checked. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;- I love to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;- Grapes are good for the mind,body, soul, Earth, and the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;- Piano!&lt;br /&gt;- Sleeping! (I wonder how many times I've mentioned this in my post)&lt;br /&gt;- I love to play sax the phone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do really badly now:&lt;br /&gt;- Eat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! Seriously! I'm damn hungry now.&lt;br /&gt;- Play Assassin's Creed. But not before eating of course. Food rules over all. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;cept&lt;/span&gt; for sleep.&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know what else to say. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; all  really wanted to do. I'm a simpleton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three careers you're considering:&lt;br /&gt;- Mad Scientist.&lt;br /&gt;- Crazed Business Mogul.&lt;br /&gt;- Emperor. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places you want to go on vacation to:&lt;br /&gt;- Switzerland!&lt;br /&gt;- Austria!&lt;br /&gt;- Hawaii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;- Lose my virginity? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;- Have a cool and loyal golden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;retrieve&lt;/span&gt;r. Yea. It'll be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;- Buy a grand piano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that make you stereotypically a boy:&lt;br /&gt;- I play computer games all the time.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm vulgar and crude. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;- I have a penis? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that make you stereotypically a girl:&lt;br /&gt;- I fuss over how I look more often than not.&lt;br /&gt;- I like to shop as long as its not my own money I'm using. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;- I think baking is cool and fun? Nice what! Like pouring sugar and other sweet stuff and watch it like get cooked? HEH. MAN! My food's still not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people that you would like to see take this quiz:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;The king of the universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My cockroach friend.&lt;br /&gt;- George Bush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-4554441617061846626?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/4554441617061846626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=4554441617061846626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/4554441617061846626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/4554441617061846626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/12/quiz.html' title='QUIZ!'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-956901784857724448</id><published>2008-12-01T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:49:05.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride and Prejudice sucks. Yay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/STPpPwfwk6I/AAAAAAAAAdw/CZvw4ahGN2I/s1600-h/asdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/STPpPwfwk6I/AAAAAAAAAdw/CZvw4ahGN2I/s400/asdf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274816045506401186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; how I would envision going about killing 'Pride and Prejudice', if ever possible. It would somehow be manifested into a human being and I would go around in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kickass&lt;/span&gt; white armor and plunge my glistering sword into its pitiful body. BEGONE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PRID&lt;/span&gt; AND PREJUDICE! The book is insanely boring. I don't see how it has 'delighted generations' as it says on the book. I'm sorry but I don't read stories that are about love. Well even if I did, it would have lots of sex hastily thrown in, along with swords and magic, and killing, and armies. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt;, now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; be cool. If only 'Pride and Prejudice' had that. If it had, it would probably be called 'Pride and Sex' or something. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. I don't see what the learning points are in this book. Someone please spell it out for me. At least I know what I'm looking out for the first time I go through the story. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I have found the most awesome game! Assassin's Creed! I didn't know assassinating people and jumping around rooftops like ninja would be so cool. And fun. Plus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; you kill someone and somehow the game mechanics screws up and you get a weird shaped body on the floor, like both legs touching the head, its damn funny. Its a pity I didn't get a screenshot. I wanted to! But the town guards discovered the dead body before I could get in a shot. So I had to make for the skies and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; like the wind. LOL. WOOSH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-956901784857724448?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/956901784857724448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=956901784857724448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/956901784857724448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/956901784857724448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/12/pride-and-prejudice-sucks-yay.html' title='Pride and Prejudice sucks. Yay.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/STPpPwfwk6I/AAAAAAAAAdw/CZvw4ahGN2I/s72-c/asdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-8045418507590197561</id><published>2008-11-30T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:11:05.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A League.</title><content type='html'>Jazz band was interesting. If anyone is free, please come down to Raffles City on 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; December, next Friday around 8pm to watch the jazz band to support me. I'll be playing the saxophone. Its composed of mainly alumni members with a few J1s thrown in to fill up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've advertised this on my blog before but I dunno how many of you've seen it before. I would upload the poster for it too but somehow hotmail isn't working for me right now. Alumni band is playing for it too but I ain't too sure what they're playing at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TJC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Symphonic Band: Fiesta Bonanza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; December; Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TJC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Auditorium; 5pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tickets at $7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Repertoire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danza Sinfonica by James Barnes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beautiful Oregon by James Barnes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El Cumbanchero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X'massimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebrate by Daisuke Shimizu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joyful Exclamations by James L. Hosay&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/16191004-8045418507590197561?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/8045418507590197561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=8045418507590197561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/8045418507590197561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/8045418507590197561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/11/league.html' title='A League.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-1476197344575461055</id><published>2008-11-27T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:06:32.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'M HAPPY TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-1476197344575461055?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/1476197344575461055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=1476197344575461055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1476197344575461055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1476197344575461055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/11/hahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-8480116243703969858</id><published>2008-11-21T02:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T04:04:25.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody but me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;I'm on the corner, waiting for a light to come on&lt;br /&gt;That's when I know that you're alone&lt;br /&gt;It's cold in the desert, water never sees the ground&lt;br /&gt;Special unspoken without sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you loved me, that I'd never die alone&lt;br /&gt;Hand over your heart, let's go home&lt;br /&gt;Everyone noticed, everyone has seen the signs&lt;br /&gt;I've always been known to cross lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never ever cried when I was feeling down&lt;br /&gt;I've always been scared of the sound&lt;br /&gt;Jesus don't love me, no one ever carried my load&lt;br /&gt;I'm too young to feel this old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it you, is it me&lt;br /&gt;Or does nobody know, nobody see&lt;br /&gt;Nobody but me &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cold Desert' by Kings of Leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Name: Gino Lu&lt;br /&gt; Date: 11/20/2008&lt;br /&gt; Colorgenics Number: 10264357&lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr /&gt;       &lt;p&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At this particular time you are feeling the results of extreme stress and you are seeking a 'way out' but you are pushing too hard. Obviously you need peace, tranquillity and contentment. Your temperament is such that you are hoping, unrealistically perhaps, that your desires will shortly be fulfilled (even if at this time you are not quite sure what those true aspirations may be!).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are working extremely hard - perhaps even above and beyond the call of duty. You are preparing for the future and therefore trying to build a firm trouble-free foundation upon which you may base all of your dreams and aspirations.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are trying to break away from the mundane existence that you have been experiencing of late. You have many high hopes and ideals but you are concerned whether circumstances will allow you to realise these ambitions. You want to spread your wings - to broaden your fields of activities - but you are concerned that your dreams are just that - 'dreams' which are not realistic. It concerns you that you are not thinking clearly at this time - what you need is to get away from it all, to give you time to think. A short vacation could well restore your confidence.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Whatever you strive to do, something always seems to be holding you back. There is no subterfuge in you. You are a clear thinker and all you demand from life, in a relationship, is a partner whom you can trust and with whom you can, together, develop a foundation of trust based on understanding. You are your own person and you demand freedom of thought to follow your own convictions. You have no interest in 'two-timing' and all you seek is sincerity and 'straight-dealing'.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You wish to be left in peace... no more conflict and no more differences of opinion. In fact you just don't want to be involved in arguments of any shape or form. All you want is for 'them' to get on with it - and to leave you alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saw this from Tommy's blog. Interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-8480116243703969858?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/8480116243703969858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=8480116243703969858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/8480116243703969858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/8480116243703969858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/11/nobody-knows-nobody-sees-nobody-but-me.html' title='Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody but me'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-9208772597617536984</id><published>2008-11-19T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:02:42.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the echo of the preceding phrase.</title><content type='html'>Today's been a really long day. I had the double reeds waiting a teensy bit cause I was a tad late coming to school at 8 to open the door for them. Seriously, 8am. They should ban all school acitivites starting early in the morning during the holidays. Sleep's always important. Our sections got pushed forward to 10am to 12pm. But get this, combined practice only starts at 4pm. Thats 4 freaking hours to burn. It was a unique experience I guess, one that broke a lot of impressions I had before. I'm not too sure if I should take in entirely what I heard, but the fact that such a thing exists, it must have some truth to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, though the mind understands, the heart yearns for it still. Its like there's a conflict within the very body that they coexist in. I'm not too sure what to make it of it sometimes. GAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-9208772597617536984?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/9208772597617536984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=9208772597617536984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/9208772597617536984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/9208772597617536984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/11/like-echo-of-preceding-phrase.html' title='Like the echo of the preceding phrase.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-5162260545253042973</id><published>2008-11-11T01:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T02:06:38.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS QUIZ TIME!</title><content type='html'>I read this off Xinyun's blog and it seemed kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="itemtext"&gt; &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)How many texts are in your inbox? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1543 since 26th September. Crazy idiot has 13K in her phone. Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)When did your last hug take place? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I dunno. I guess I don't hug people that often, if ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)Are you a jealous person? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Yea. The only time I don't feel jealous at all is when I'm playing game. OK! So maybe like once in awhile whenever I see a high level character pass by with totally kickass armor. But, jealously is an emotion that I rarely experience, but when I do, it comes in droves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)Are you tired right now? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! Exercise makes me really tired, but deeply satisfied with myself. But exercising is hazardous! I fell down from my bike twice! &gt;=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)Do you chew on your straws?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. Though I chew on lollipop sticks. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6)Have you ever been called a tease? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, this question is so sexual. But I've never been called that before. Well seriously I've not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7)Do you like to cuddle? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats cuddle? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8)Do you cry easily? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I hate to admit it, yea, I cry really easily. Gah. When I get super angry, I cry too. Weird much huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9)Are you a heavy sleeper? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am. Can you be a heavy sleeper sometimes? There are times when I just slept through the morning alarm like its not even there. But there are also times when I wake up when the alarm first sounds. HMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10)Where is your cellphone? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of me. I'm thinking of ways to spoil my phone 'accidently', and hopefully it'll get completely smashed in the process. LOL! Jkjk. My phone has been surprisingly durable this past year or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11)Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I guess so. Lol. If I can't, how can I expect to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)Are you mad at someone right now? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I guess not. I don't usually stay angry at someone for long unless the other party, for no good reason lashes out at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13)Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. Its just a romanticized, naive view of love. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14)What makes you laugh out loud? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, doing stupid things like tripping in a public place. I realize I don't usually laugh out loud. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15)Who was the last person you talked to&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16)Name one person on your top friends who is most like you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh? I dunno. I don't even exactly know myself that well to actually name someone like me. Sometimes, I just do things that completely surprise myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17)Do you get butterflies when around the person you like? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I dunno why people get that. Its just another person. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18)Will you get married? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. I want a big family with a golden retriever named Pirate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19)When was the last time you smiled? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20)Does anyone, like you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21)Do you secretly like someone? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! Oh I dunno. Yes? No? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22)Who was the first person you talked to today? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Kenneth I guess. Had to go get score from him before going to the very far far far place of Ang Mo Kio. D=&lt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23)Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few people come to mind. Lol. But I ain't gonna type them here, You'll know who you guys/gals are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24)What are you NOT looking forward to? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMM. A levels? After listening to Fred about the realities of Alevels, I am not looking forward to it at all. The teachers don't really do justice to it when they say its very stressful. Ironic statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25)Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you, and meant it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. I guess both applies. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26)Suppose you see your ex kissing another person what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just text her afterwards about the other person. Wouldn't hurt to know right? Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27)Are you a forgiving person? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I guess so. Its not so much that I actually forgive people, but the very fact that I'm not really bothered enough with all that happens, or my mind shifts to other things. So I end up thinking that there's nothing to forgive in the first place cause it was nothing major anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28)What’s something you really want right now? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Class. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29)Do you fall for people easily?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Well I do get infatuated, but it doesn't happen that often anyway. So I guess thats a no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30)Have you ever fallen for your best friend ex’s ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I'm a man of honor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31)What’s the last thing you put in your mouth? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! I felt tempted to type something but I guess I won't. Seriously, need to stop thinking about those things. Grapes I guess. Grapes good. Grapes very good. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32)Have you ever kissed anyone named Michelle? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet the person who typed this quiz is named Michelle and she has amnesia or something. So she made this quiz to make her remember whose taken advantage of her before. LOL! But my answer would be no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33)Who was the last person you drove with? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat in the passenger seat? haha my dad?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34)How late did you stay up last night and why? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight. Fred was telling me how long he'll stay up to study for his lit paper the next day. Or rather, that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35)If you could move somewhere else, would you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. I would. I've always been fascinated with Switzerland ever since I became captivated with Miss Switzerland '04 at the Miss Universe pageant. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36)Do you prefer to call or text? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, there are times I would prefer one over the other. So I guess, I don't really have any preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37)When was the last time you cried really, really hard?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. Thats a deep dark place where I rather stay out from. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38)Who took your profile picture? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm. I did? Lol. Well given that my profile picture isn't exactly a picture of myself or anyone for that matter. I just grabbed it off some website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39)Who was the last person you took a picture of? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Xinyun! What mushy couple! AH HAHAHA. My baby sister I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40)Can you live a day without TV? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT INFERNAL QUESTION IS THIS! Well the computer monitor I use is a plasma TV erm, so I guess not? Besides, I need my daily dosage of Simpsons on Starworld. :) Simpsons good. Simpsons very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/16191004-5162260545253042973?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/5162260545253042973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=5162260545253042973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/5162260545253042973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/5162260545253042973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-quiz-time.html' title='ITS QUIZ TIME!'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-6384257899074137261</id><published>2008-11-09T23:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T01:53:23.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Hand Who Shapes What Is.</title><content type='html'>Today's kinda a wasted day I guess. I thought of doing homework but bah, homework ain't feeling right. Oh my, I think I'm addicted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Homeworld&lt;/span&gt; 2. Now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Warhammer's&lt;/span&gt; not working, I gotta find substitute, and a great one at that I found. Seriously, like 3D &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RTS&lt;/span&gt;. So maybe I've played the game like twice through before but its so darn beautiful. Plus besides, I think it has a captivating storyline. The allusions to religion and history, the isolation of deep space, captivating indeed! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Mo Kio. Tomorrow. Someone give me a lift? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SRcihm15EQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/X8862HGeNDY/s1600-h/av_homew21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SRcihm15EQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/X8862HGeNDY/s320/av_homew21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266716249990697218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ain't she a beauty?&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/16191004-6384257899074137261?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/6384257899074137261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=6384257899074137261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/6384257899074137261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/6384257899074137261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/11/his-hand-who-shapes-what-is.html' title='His Hand Who Shapes What Is.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SRcihm15EQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/X8862HGeNDY/s72-c/av_homew21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-9077995822375405165</id><published>2008-11-07T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:52:30.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn.</title><content type='html'>OH NO! CURSE YOU MYTHIC ENTERTAINMENT! YOU'RE DEPRIVING ME OF MY WARHAMMER! Gah, they have some account management issues, so for some reason I can't reactivate my account now. I don't wanna accidentally charge the credit card twice, though they said we'll get refunded straightaway if that happens. But I'm taking no chances. Well at least its good to know that many people are facing this problem too. HEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-9077995822375405165?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/9077995822375405165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=9077995822375405165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/9077995822375405165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/9077995822375405165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/11/damn.html' title='Damn.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-2273323971251570251</id><published>2008-11-06T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:44:25.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qui est-ce?</title><content type='html'>French classes are damn fun. Though we're always trying to guess what the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;professeur&lt;/span&gt; is trying to say cause he rarely uses English in his explanations. I'm not too sure if French is meant to be spoken like lightning fast, but sometimes it sounds way too fast, can't quite catch anything. We did something quite unique today. He taught us 1 to 19 in French in the dark. He wanted us to memorize on the spot; didn't want us to write it down on paper or something. Ah ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, here's the thing. There is a guy, Jack that takes the class as well, so while the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;professeur&lt;/span&gt; was reciting out the numbers, he wanted Jack to repeat them. But one woman thought that Jack was the number that comes after douze (12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Professeur&lt;/span&gt;: Dix, Onze, Douze. (Everyone silently echoes in the background) Jack.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had laughing fits after that. Ah, that was damn cute and funny at the same time. I think the people in my french class are all nice. I want to have them as like my permanent class or something. There are people from all walks of life. You have National Service men, a civil servant, engineers, a writer, accountants, a housewife, a lecturer and of course students. All coming together to learn French, but all for different reasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-2273323971251570251?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/2273323971251570251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=2273323971251570251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2273323971251570251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2273323971251570251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/11/qui-est-ce.html' title='Qui est-ce?'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-8018562860016189651</id><published>2008-11-05T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:42:05.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonsoir!</title><content type='html'>Ah man, holidays are here! Lots of piano time and band and French and, fun stuff! I swear, I'm going to master Waterfall and Final Battle on the piano before I touch my other pieces. Ah, I dunno how many pieces I have given up on so far, too many to be counted. I guess now's the time to be revisiting them all and print more piano scores. Oh man. Its too bad I don't owe a silent piano. I'll just play the piano nights through. I'm gonna 'noise-up' my entire neighborhood in the mornings now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band was good today. We had full attendance, I think we had, in a really long time. Its a good sign. Ah, we have such good songs for our concert (OK, so maybe I'm possibly the only person that likes all the songs for our concert. Afterall, I had a hand in choosing some of them. HEH HEH), especially Celebrate. I dunno people don't like it. I love it. After Yunxi and I hear the recording, ah, its a damn good piece. After band, had committee meeting where Nicholas and I kept making jokes about random stuff, until Ms Chew seperated the two of us cause we weren't paying attention. Ah ha ha. Fiesta camp, tune-in, concert. Many many things to plan. I went out for dinner after with some interesting people. AH HAHAHAHA! Huh, I read Samuel's blog. I talk a lot meh? (Basket, what a thousand and one stories?!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;I think its really funny if you say PW in French. Pae-double V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sometimes, what the heart seeks is the very thing that will choke it to its death. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-8018562860016189651?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/8018562860016189651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=8018562860016189651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/8018562860016189651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/8018562860016189651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/11/bonsoir.html' title='Bonsoir!'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-8061666616046657298</id><published>2008-11-04T10:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:52:41.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Day.</title><content type='html'>PW's over! Finally. These past months, this is the day I've been looking forward to with feverish anticipation. Or rather yesterday since my OP was yesterday, but since I pretty much slept through the entire day, so I missed my chance at updating my blog. Today's the day I can kiss goodbye to PW forever (Not you, PW. AH HA HA HA. It suddenly occurred to me). Today's the day worthy of celebrations fit only for kings. OK I DUNNO HOW TO EXPRESS MY EXTREME JOY THAT PW IS OVER. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese is over too, but then that would mean no more lessons with Xu Laoshi! Well with luck, I will pass Chinese, hopefully with a decent grade like back at O'levels. But I left one 8 mark question blank, gah! I didn't heed Fred's advice to never stop writing, but then again, I only saw the message after the paper. Lol! By then, I was just waiting for the paper to end, so my mind kinda switched off. Plus I didn't really know how to do that question. Well, it was clear I wasn't comprehending the last comprehension. Thus, I FAIL at the last comprehension. Ah ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the day our long-awaited holidays will begin. Well, not if you count that horrible homework we have to do. Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-8061666616046657298?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/8061666616046657298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=8061666616046657298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/8061666616046657298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/8061666616046657298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/11/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful Day.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-2092777632775182480</id><published>2008-11-01T23:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:36:23.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Heh heh i'm a rainbow what! :)'.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TJCSB Tune in&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;17th November 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Monday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8.45am - 1.00pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fiesta Bonanza 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;14th December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;TJC Auditorium &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tickets: $7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Temasek Junior College Symphonic Band's tune-in and concert details. If anyone's interested, just drop me a message or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW's the last thing I wanna do right now. That is what life is sometimes, a bloody struggle against everything, against things incite much anger and frustration, against obstacles that seem to be infallible. It also is a desperate fight for sleep sometimes. I can only imagine what year 2 will be like if I already think this way of year 1. Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, life's been rough lately. But I guess some people made this whole period a lot better. Ah, I don't really know how to say thank you because I feel this two words are wholly inadequate. Rainbow girl for making me laugh and smile without a care in the world at all your silly messages. Silly-boy-who-owes-me-a-lunch-treat-for-forgetting-my-birthday for taking time off your studying to talk to me, however short it was. SP for smsing me at such an ungodly hour, hahaha, things will get better. They always will SP. PW for being there all the time when time's are bad. Xinyun, Daniel, Kwangyi, Xinyu and Nicholas too. Thanks a lot guys, I appreciate it. :)&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/16191004-2092777632775182480?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/2092777632775182480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=2092777632775182480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2092777632775182480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2092777632775182480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/11/heh-heh-im-rainbow-what.html' title='&apos;Heh heh i&apos;m a rainbow what! :)&apos;.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-6569752022544767751</id><published>2008-11-01T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:08:54.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday nights in neon lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grey skies and light fading&lt;br /&gt;Headlamps making patterns on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Uptown it’s dead now but&lt;br /&gt;Out here no one seems to care at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slick girls and sick boys and&lt;br /&gt;Each one lining up to take him home&lt;br /&gt;They hold tight, their coin and&lt;br /&gt;They pray no one has to see them fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m there yeah, I serve them&lt;br /&gt;The one with the empty looking eyes&lt;br /&gt;Come closer, you’ll see me&lt;br /&gt;The face that is used to telling lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday nights in neon lights&lt;br /&gt;Sunday in the cell&lt;br /&gt;Pills enough to make me feel ill&lt;br /&gt;Cash enough to make me well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me, take me to the riot&lt;br /&gt;Take me, take me to the riot&lt;br /&gt;Take me, take me to the riot&lt;br /&gt;Take me, take me to the riot&lt;br /&gt;Take me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sprung me, I’m grateful&lt;br /&gt;I love when you tell me not to speak&lt;br /&gt;I owe you, but I know you&lt;br /&gt;You’ll have me back but it’s gonna take a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What now kid? Which way love?&lt;br /&gt;Will we ever make up and be friends&lt;br /&gt;Good news is, my shoes is&lt;br /&gt;Lined with all my nickels and my tens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s do that, just feed me&lt;br /&gt;I hate when I have to get to sleep&lt;br /&gt;You despise me and I love you&lt;br /&gt;It’s not much but it’s just enough to keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday nights in neon lights&lt;br /&gt;Sunday in the cell&lt;br /&gt;Pills enough to make me feel ill&lt;br /&gt;Cash enough to make me well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me, take me to the riot&lt;br /&gt;Take me, take me to the riot&lt;br /&gt;Take me, take me to the riot&lt;br /&gt;Take me, take me to the riot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me stay&lt;br /&gt;And let me stay&lt;br /&gt;Let me stay, let me&lt;br /&gt;Let me stay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Take Me to the Riot' by Stars&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/16191004-6569752022544767751?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/6569752022544767751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=6569752022544767751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/6569752022544767751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/6569752022544767751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday-nights-in-neon-lights.html' title='Saturday nights in neon lights'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-8026347227430592552</id><published>2008-10-31T14:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:19:18.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vous vous appelez Ah Gong.</title><content type='html'>I didn't even know his name proper. I only called him by what I was taught since young. Memories are all thats left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-8026347227430592552?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/8026347227430592552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=8026347227430592552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/8026347227430592552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/8026347227430592552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/10/vous-vous-apellez-ah-gong.html' title='Vous vous appelez Ah Gong.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-1344738125050791178</id><published>2008-10-27T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:28:54.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo. I see the light.</title><content type='html'>OH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DDDDAAAAMMMMNNNN&lt;/span&gt;! I have literature homework. Acts 1 and 2! Read! Questions to answer! Damn. I was so focused on the idea of holidays I completely that there still is school on Tuesday! Bummer! Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no worries! I got the link from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Xinyun&lt;/span&gt; for the 'The Tempest' online and according to Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Woodford&lt;/span&gt;, Acts 1 and 2 are short so hopefully her idea of short is the same as mine. Its a lot more interesting then 'O&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thello&lt;/span&gt;'. Hell, you can see it in the first act (The Tempest I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   'None that I more love than myself. You are a&lt;br /&gt;   counsellor; if you can command these elements to&lt;br /&gt;   silence, and work the peace of the present, we will&lt;br /&gt;   not hand a rope more; use your authority: if you&lt;br /&gt;   cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make&lt;br /&gt;   yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of&lt;br /&gt;   the hour, if it so hap. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cheerly&lt;/span&gt;, good hearts! Out&lt;br /&gt;   of our way, I say. &lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, its like so what! But when you have read through Othello, somehow this is a lot more exciting. Add on to the fact that the 'The Tempest' starts out on a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'On a ship at sea: a tempestuous noise&lt;/span&gt;'. (Imagination goes wild. *Imagines giant tsunamis and white hot lightning flashing through the sky) Its a lot better than Iago and Roderigo talking about some mystery person. OK, so there's some excitement, you're like 'Oh whose this character?', 'Black ram &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tupping&lt;/span&gt; a white ewe? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Eew&lt;/span&gt;, gross' (I know I thought that when I read that line out). But nothing beats a STORM brewing out at sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the idea of holiday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;positively&lt;/span&gt; enthralls me. I'm like on happy mood all the time. Its coursing through my veins, my brain's saturated with it. Its almost orgasmic. LOL! I know for one that Peri Wrinkle, but really, I like the name Jasmine better would be happy about it too. HAHA! PW. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-1344738125050791178?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/1344738125050791178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=1344738125050791178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1344738125050791178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/1344738125050791178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/10/woohoo-i-see-light.html' title='Woohoo. I see the light.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-4919623308241335134</id><published>2008-10-26T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:42:59.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays are coming! :)</title><content type='html'>Holidays are coming! Holidays are next week! Holidays have no school! Best of all, holidays have no PW! HAHAHAHA. After next monday, the evilness will end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was the WR submission. It was with a certain satisfaction; elation of triumph, that I saw the WR go into Mr Quek's hands. Nevermind that it would probably get me a C, nevermind that it could have been a lot better. To hell with scoring that A for PW, I don't care. The ends don't justify the means, not especially when its just for some stupid subject. HEH HEH. PW SUCKS DICK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-4919623308241335134?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/4919623308241335134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=4919623308241335134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/4919623308241335134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/4919623308241335134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/10/holidays-are-coming.html' title='Holidays are coming! :)'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-6870720631601944232</id><published>2008-10-22T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:14:00.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD.</title><content type='html'>Oh man, I feel really drained now, but I've got WR to do. OP today was.. disastrous to say the least. Someone just hand me a 'C' grade or something already. I rather do Chinese everyday then slog my guts out for PW. If it weren't a group thing, I would be neglecting it, like how I'm doing for Chinese now. I seriously don't understand why they can't cut normal classes just for PW and Chinese. But then again, school ends next Wednesday so I guess there's no point in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I guess I just gotta bear with it until OP ends. 3rd November. Thats the day it'll finally end. I seriously need sleep as well. Been sleeping for 3 - 4 hours every night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-6870720631601944232?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/6870720631601944232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=6870720631601944232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/6870720631601944232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/6870720631601944232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad.html' title='BAD.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-8621569158751992981</id><published>2008-10-21T19:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:08:04.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>人生得一知己,死而无憾.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you just find pieces of music that sound so simple but the effect is astonishing. Jesus Bleibet Meine Freude, or Jesu, Joy of Men's Desiring; I swear, its so beautiful. Ah, I find myself a lack of words to describe the song. Its just.. beautiful. Ah ha ha. I'll imagine the angels up in their celestial palaces, amongst all the clear blue and the pure, it'll be their song; the song of the beautiful; the song of the angels. When I play this song on the piano, its like all else stops. The only things left are the notes on the score and the melodious sounds of the polished ebony piano. I swear, I've listened to this song a thousand times, but it doesn't ever get old. Oh man. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was hilarious today! OK, somehow I always find Chinese funny. Last week Xu Laoshi turned the projector on the wrong way; it was facing the class. When she turned it on, nothing appeared on the screen and she thought it was spoilt. Yansin and I noticed this early on, back when she was setting it up. We burst out laughing when she said that it was spoilt. She realized her mistake soon after but then because of our rapturous laughter, she also started to laugh. Last Thursday, during the double period, I ended up pranking two people. Peiyi and Joel. I did the same thing as Kenneth to Xinyu, about reporting to the sick bay. Peiyi found out cause we started laughing real hard when she looked at her phone. Joel only found out after the lesson and now whenever he passes me in school, he'll go 'sick bay ah, sick bay ah' while nodding his head. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much actually happened during Chinese today, but sometimes the way Xu Laoshi speaks, its like some naggy, but a good grandma. She reminds me of my own grandmothers. Ah. Of course, I do listen to her and I do every piece of work she gives me now, well cept for the compos cause those can be quite troublesome, I don't wanna hand in a piece that is inferior to my previous ones. Not after my recent streak of good luck with Chinese! I scored 16/20 for my comprehension exercise! I hope my good luck lasts all the way until Alevels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;This is probably one of the few time you actually see Chinese on my blog. Its a saying I learnt today from Xu Laoshi that made a lot of sense to me. '人生得一知己,死而无憾'. Its definitely gonna be on my MSN nick as well. HEH HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa, this feels like a really long post. I think a bit of time to spare before I get to my WR-editing again! I feel like an idiot. A LOT of expression and grammer mistakes were present in the previous draft of the WR. But at least we got an OK from Mr Quek. At this point of time, any amount of praise, even one 'OK' (I take it as a compliment. It is better than 'BAD' at least)&lt;/object&gt;, I'll gladly take it. Heh, but I digress. Yunxi and I have finally gone to the music shop. I think I like that Lester character, he's really nice and friendly. He gave us score after score, CD after CD to listen to. Ah. But to get to Ang Mo Kio, its one hell of a train ride! Damn long. I'm not used to long journeys in any vehicle cet for planes. =/ We were there for more than 2 hours. Ah ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/XnlZOCo3Tg/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/XnlZOCo3Tg/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/groups/q3GpDmSi/music/HVyEoCwX/eduard_stan_johann_sebastian_bach_jesus_bleibet_meine_freud/"&gt;Johann Sebastian Bach: Jesus Bleibet Meine Freude (Studio) - Eduard Stan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-8621569158751992981?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/8621569158751992981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=8621569158751992981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/8621569158751992981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/8621569158751992981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes-you-just-find-pieces-of-music.html' title='人生得一知己,死而无憾.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-861276395915645818</id><published>2008-10-18T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:36:23.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Xinyun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your relationship with him is?&lt;br /&gt;- Schoolmate and a really good friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your 5 impressions of her?&lt;br /&gt;1) Crazy. Laughs at almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;2) Hardworking. She's in the Mazarin programme. Boo. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3) Weird. She has a thing for sweaty pianists. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4) Has good tastes in music and poetry. The Book of Hours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FTW&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;5) BAD! She hates Math! =O EVIL I SAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The most memorable thing she has done for you?&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, I'm not too sure. My mind's a blank now. All I can think of is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Warhammer&lt;/span&gt; seriously. Sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Xinyun&lt;/span&gt;. Ah. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If she becomes your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;- I dunno &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;. Play duets together? Like piano and sax or flute or something. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;That'll&lt;/span&gt; be cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'ld&lt;/span&gt; bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If she becomes your lover, the thing she has to improve on would be?&lt;br /&gt;- Inculcate a love for math! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Having a more positive outlook on life I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;- Kill her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;jkjk&lt;/span&gt;, try and patch things up ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What thing you want to tell her now is? (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; the question made me laugh)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;I'mma&lt;/span&gt; sleepy and only reason I'm staying up is to finish this quiz since you asked me to do it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your overall impression of her is?&lt;br /&gt;- She strives hard for what she wants and a  non-judgemental person. She's friendly and gets along with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How do you think people will feel around you?&lt;br /&gt;- I dunno, but I hope it isn't anything bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The characteristics you love about yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;- None comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On the contrary, characteristics you hate about yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm easily clouded by my emotions so I guess I hate that. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;indecisiveness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;- A person that is always content and satisfied with whatever that is around me. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For people who care and love you, anything to say to them?&lt;br /&gt;- Erm, lol. I love you all too I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pass this quiz to 10 people to know how they feel. (OK, most people I wanna pass this to don't have a blog so I guess I'll just exclude them and only list the ones with a blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1] Michelle Aw&lt;br /&gt;2] &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Lynnette &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3] &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Jessica&lt;/span&gt; ('Rainbow' girl. But I know the truth! XD)&lt;br /&gt;4] &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Wesley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5] &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Zhihao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6] &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7] &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8] Yvonne Tee&lt;br /&gt;9] Yansin&lt;br /&gt;10] &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Simeng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who is No. 6 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Erm. No one I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is No. 9 a male or a female?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Female. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If No. 7 and No. 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;- Lol, both with such fiery and passionate characters. I think they'll be the death of each other.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What is No. 2 studying?&lt;br /&gt;- Physics, Chemistry, Econs, and Math. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with No. 3?&lt;br /&gt;- On Thursday.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What kind of music does No. 8 like?&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Does No. 1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;-ERM! OH, haha, I FORGOT! =/ I know she has a few sisters and one brother if I'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Will you woo No. 3?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Hahaha. Nah, I guess I would not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How about No. 7?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Nah, no again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is No. 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;- Yea.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What is the surname of No. 5?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Ong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What is a hobby of No. 10?&lt;br /&gt;- Studying chemistry. Studying is his passion! Top student in the class. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do No. 5 and No. 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Well, they don't quite know each other so I wouldn't know I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Where is No. 2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;TJC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Talk about something for No. 1.&lt;br /&gt;- Someone who thinks apples can be cute and thinks that a Bright Wizard in WAR looks like a pervert. Go google it or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-861276395915645818?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/861276395915645818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=861276395915645818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/861276395915645818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/861276395915645818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/10/quiz.html' title='Quiz.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-6883181548793049824</id><published>2008-10-18T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:55:27.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdays.</title><content type='html'>Woo, I stayed at home the entire day cause I had no money to go out. Plus I didn't really feel like going out anyway. Sometimes staying at home is not too bad I guess. I spent the entire day on the laptop playing Warhammer, reading up the lore of Warhammer, playing the saxophone when I'm bored of the game (Especially when I keep dying! Argh.). But then, I go back to the game within like 15mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It almost feels like the holiday's have already begun. Just two more weeks, before horrible school ends. Its the end of PW and possibly, Chinese. Heh, like finally, after 11 years of torrible toture, I can bid farewell to that language. 30th October 2008. Surprisingly, while I bid farewell to one language (At least in the exam context), I say hello to another. With luck, I'll pick it up a lot easier than Chinese. But I guess I have to, if I really am intent on what I wanna do in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped gaming around 7 cause I was content with all the gaming I had done. I swear, I have never done this much playing, well probably except during the WoW days. I would just play entire nights through, ha ha, and sleep at 6am and then, wake up at 10am only to continue playing. Those were the crazy days of gaming. HEH. I also happen to have the most unimaginative names for my characters ever. In WoW, my main was Gino. I switched around a few times, but I always used the name 'Gino'. In Warhammer, since Gino was already taken (*Curses), I used Ginolu instead. I think Gino is cool. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Michelle came to interrupt my reading, AH HAHAHA. OK, so maybe she did not. I was getting bored of it anyway. Ah. Well, and thats basically my day in a nutshell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-6883181548793049824?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/6883181548793049824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=6883181548793049824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/6883181548793049824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/6883181548793049824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/10/saturdays.html' title='Saturdays.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-435047353578611625</id><published>2008-10-17T10:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:37:17.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L'amour est à ceux qui y pensent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the walls, in the fall, I can see them all&lt;br /&gt;And the 44 superstores all acrooss the mall&lt;br /&gt;It took a while for me to know I am not alone&lt;br /&gt;It took a while for me to know I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh Oh [X8]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your time, take a breath, disregard the rest&lt;br /&gt;The falling chains, the falling lies, make pretend your mine&lt;br /&gt;It took a while for me to know I am not alone&lt;br /&gt;It took a while for me to know I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh Oh [X8]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I want to wake from my disease&lt;br /&gt;And the cure is lying next to me Da Da Da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying so hard, yes I'm trying to be&lt;br /&gt;What you're dreaming of, what you're dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;Stay (stay), stay awake (stay awake), stay alive&lt;br /&gt;It's the only breath you'll take (take)&lt;br /&gt;When ya go (when ya go, aah), when ya go go go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I want to wake from my disease&lt;br /&gt;And the cure is lying next to me Da Da Da&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying so hard, yes I'm trying to be&lt;br /&gt;What you're dreaming of, what you're dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying so hard, yes I'm trying to be&lt;br /&gt;What you're dreaming of [X5]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Walls by Stellastarr&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/16191004-435047353578611625?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/435047353578611625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=435047353578611625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/435047353578611625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/435047353578611625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/10/lamour-est-ceux-qui-y-pensent.html' title='L&apos;amour est à ceux qui y pensent.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-2826591242150350607</id><published>2008-10-15T13:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:32:17.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Cry Out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'I don't get you ...&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget what you've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;all along&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Cry Out&lt;br /&gt;Cease Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretending&lt;br /&gt;Your secret kiss of confidence&lt;br /&gt;Was my escape&lt;br /&gt;The perfect game to play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Cry Out&lt;br /&gt;Cease Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten nine eight and I'm breaking away&lt;br /&gt;I'm all dressed up and I'm ready to play&lt;br /&gt;Seven six five four and I'm all over you&lt;br /&gt;Counting three two one and I'm having fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fascination...&lt;br /&gt;With naked walls of silk and skin&lt;br /&gt;With no conditions&lt;br /&gt;I needed you to notice...&lt;br /&gt;That's all I wanted'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Cry Out by the Shiny Toy Guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On a sidenote, I've finally completed editing the WR, in no less than 7 hours. Well, at least its finally done.&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/16191004-2826591242150350607?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/2826591242150350607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=2826591242150350607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2826591242150350607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/2826591242150350607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-cry-out.html' title='Don&apos;t Cry Out.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-8184298398939362383</id><published>2008-10-15T01:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T02:05:48.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inescapable.</title><content type='html'>I'm enslaved by PW! Lol, I fully intend to attend the OGL briefing tomorrow morning at 0710 and then hopefully escape school by 0800 and then return home to go through the OP slides and WR yet again. The final submission is looming, in fact, its just next week. Then I'm going back to school to print the WR and prepare for OP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a stupid reason to miss school, but its just something I gotta do. Its not like I'm actually doing my tutorials cause editing is especially time consuming. Being editor sucks big time. So once the draft for WR (hopefully its the final one), I can finally get started on my tutorials. I think school should stop for PW (*envies VJ students). I think MJ is doing it too. Its times like these that I really find TJ really retarded. They may have their reasons for resuming lessons, but I sure as hell don't see it. Ah, someone spell it out for me. Why we have normal lessons when Mrs Loke agrees that we should be focusing on PW, or why we even do PW in the first place. AHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's PE was enjoyable. We all thought of skipping PE since only 4 people brought their attires but somehow, we all went. Simeng, Daichao, Stella, Meiling, Huangye and I played tennis. Lol, when we were confined to the training wall, the ball kept flying out. When we finally got a court of our own, we kept missing the ball. Yea, we are all greenhorns at the sport. But it was fun nonetheless. Oh, watching the orange hues strewn across the evening sky while waiting for your friend to serve is a bad thing to do. Very bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-8184298398939362383?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/8184298398939362383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=8184298398939362383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/8184298398939362383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/8184298398939362383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/10/inescapable.html' title='Inescapable.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-5110691120750179666</id><published>2008-10-13T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:41:00.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Content, but not satisfied.</title><content type='html'>Please tell me someone else signed up to be OGL too. I just remembered that I signed up to be OGL. I have no idea why I did that cause I heard from Surya that I'll have to come back during the holidays for Mass Dance training. I hope I don't get through the interview, if that's even one that is. Hmm, ahhh. If anyone signed up to be an OGL, please tell me k? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I think life is even busier than ever before. Normal lessons have resumed, on top of that we stil have OP and WR and I&amp;amp;R to fuss over. I already have a list of tutorials to do, ha ha, especially Chinese. I guess I have to live up to my promises of actually finishing my work. I want to do my very best and perhaps, with luck, I can say goodbye to the langauge. I cannot help but emphasize how much Xu Laoshi has actually inspired me in the subject, much like how Ms Chee made me feel confident about my Math again (OK, so maybe its only cause I'm able to do Math again). Its a pity I didn't get to say goodbye to Ms Chee. She's still holding onto my Math Promo Question Paper. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when I actually feel like studying, I cannot help but feel as if my life is one big repetition. There aren't significant milestones in life when it comes to studying. There's always something more out there to be learnt, to be studied, to be examined. Its this never ending process, and when all you've been doing for what 10 years and counting is study, it seems like a tedious process with no end in sight. One that you want desperately to end. Well, unless you actually enjoy studying. While I do admit I find learning quite enjoyable sometimes, it gets old pretty quickly. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the sad truth of life, where dreams are only realized by the lucky few and for the rest of the millions out there, are squashed by the practicality of real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a chinese compo and compre waiting to be done. I can finally live to my end of the bargain. I bet Xu Laoshi will be surprised. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-5110691120750179666?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/5110691120750179666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=5110691120750179666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/5110691120750179666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/5110691120750179666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/10/content-but-not-satisfied.html' title='Content, but not satisfied.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-3812633380532318730</id><published>2008-10-12T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:54:36.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warhammer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SPIBd84IOfI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nGuyVPUe4O4/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SPIBd84IOfI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nGuyVPUe4O4/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256265329164171762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SPIBeRH2OWI/AAAAAAAAAco/UILn-czMrYQ/s1600-h/Untitleda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SPIBeRH2OWI/AAAAAAAAAco/UILn-czMrYQ/s320/Untitleda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256265334598809954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo.&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/16191004-3812633380532318730?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/3812633380532318730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=3812633380532318730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/3812633380532318730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/3812633380532318730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/10/warhammer.html' title='Warhammer.'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBcEJ_F2J2Y/SPIBd84IOfI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nGuyVPUe4O4/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191004.post-7827976900678222395</id><published>2008-10-10T19:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:18:31.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 400th post!</title><content type='html'>Ah, today signaled a complete change in my mood. I guess my exam results had a part to play in all this. Its nothing outstanding, far from it in fact, but I'm contented. I guess there really is one way to go now and that is up. Lets hope I don't tumble and fall along the way. Its a long way more to Alevels and a lot of things can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math B (If only I had one more freaking mark)&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry C&lt;br /&gt;Literature E&lt;br /&gt;Physics E (Ah, I only have myself to blame for this horrible grade)&lt;br /&gt;GP D&lt;br /&gt;Chinese E (Yea, its a pass. Ah ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Xu Laoshi really helped me find that little spark in Chinese again. Its little, but at least its there. Somewhere. Wei En (OK, I don't quite know his english name), Yansin and Peiru all agree that she's damn cute sometimes. Plus when she marks my essays in front of me, the moment she starts to nag at me, I just find it incredibly funny. Of course, I still take note of what she says. But I guess the most impact she ever made was when she gave me 45/60 for one my essay. Though I've never managed to reproduce such results, it was quite encouraging cause she said something like I could always do it if I wanted it. I know, its clique and I've probably heard it a thousand times over but when you hear it from a teacher who constantly nags at you and downplays your ability in the language (she does it in a cynical, yet amusing way. She's just cute la) , especially in a subject where you've almost given up all hope in, its quite empowering. Xu Laoshi rocks. But Chinese still sucks. Ah ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Xinyun and GV for listening to my nonsense last night. You guys are quite insightful when the need arises. You guys made me understand my predicament a lot better, much more so than if I were left to my own devices. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warhammer's Oceanic Servers are ALL DOWN! Until 1AM no less. No warhammer-ing for me tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191004-7827976900678222395?l=you-suck-bad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/feeds/7827976900678222395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191004&amp;postID=7827976900678222395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7827976900678222395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191004/posts/default/7827976900678222395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-suck-bad.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-400th-post.html' title='My 400th post!'/><author><name>Gino Lu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
