<?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-486527880340939163</id><updated>2011-12-28T08:05:30.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-1504802847274763473</id><published>2011-12-28T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T08:05:28.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9D8N stay in Msia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Didn't touch my blog for quite a long time. So finally touching it. And this post is obviously gonna be a long one. As you can see from my title, I'm gonna blog bout the trip to Malaysia. And it's 9D8N. So.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BEWARE OF THIS SUPER LONG POST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay shall start this post now. Hope that I can finish blogging within 30minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1 - Uncle's House&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 5am and headed out at around 6am. Had breakfast at market and off we head to Malaysia. Nothing much during the car ride, just that I slept throughout the journey because I was feeling sick. Sleeping really allow the timing to be shorten. Nah, just joking. It's just some psychological thingy that is happening within your brain which made you THINK that it was a short ride. So around 11am, reached uncle's place at Puchong. It's at Kuala Lumpur I think. As you know KL is really big. I guess bigger than Singapore? Okay I don't know. First thing I went into the house, I was like WOW. I really liked the house. It's nice! And the second thing I asked uncle was, what's your wifi password. Haha, as expected like c'mon who doesn't want wifi man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M8djxQTak4k/Tvsvq8Ha1nI/AAAAAAAAA4M/0lfwyGgC4qU/s1600/uncle+house.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M8djxQTak4k/Tvsvq8Ha1nI/AAAAAAAAA4M/0lfwyGgC4qU/s400/uncle+house.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know what you're thinking. But for a house in Malaysia it's considered quite nice already okay. Hahaha. So basically it was considered lunch time and uncle brought us to eat lunch at some place. After that went back and then headed out again to some unknown place which I really don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QfUyrrN8A6c/Tvsw_Y5Wx7I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Xy09qckW178/s1600/384017_2309896950035_1327693289_31913283_1900939152_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QfUyrrN8A6c/Tvsw_Y5Wx7I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Xy09qckW178/s320/384017_2309896950035_1327693289_31913283_1900939152_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Went to this place to have my grandpa and grandma's&amp;nbsp;portrait&amp;nbsp;done. As in it's a gift from my uncle to my grandpa. So I guess it's alright. But it was plain boring -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rf2_JjEQ4dY/TvsxASFgxxI/AAAAAAAAA4c/DWiBX7XZsbQ/s1600/387970_2309901470148_1327693289_31913289_274557515_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rf2_JjEQ4dY/TvsxASFgxxI/AAAAAAAAA4c/DWiBX7XZsbQ/s320/387970_2309901470148_1327693289_31913289_274557515_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to this Petaling Street after that. AND IT SUCK EVEN MORE MAN. Everything there suck. And it was raining. Nothing interesting there at all. Selling all kinds of inspired bags etc. Like totally every shop. And I don't understand why is it still so crowded. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5MFfkKFQVQg/TvsxBBLLw9I/AAAAAAAAA4k/Cn1nLBrjbDY/s1600/388943_2309899710104_1327693289_31913285_2059827577_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5MFfkKFQVQg/TvsxBBLLw9I/AAAAAAAAA4k/Cn1nLBrjbDY/s320/388943_2309899710104_1327693289_31913285_2059827577_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random picture taken outside the portrait shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1NI5ncKmIEs/TvsxCTDsKGI/AAAAAAAAA4s/FMecG22AgSg/s1600/395014_2309900110114_1327693289_31913286_16549172_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1NI5ncKmIEs/TvsxCTDsKGI/AAAAAAAAA4s/FMecG22AgSg/s320/395014_2309900110114_1327693289_31913286_16549172_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got too bored and started buying Milo from Nelson's. And it suck too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w5cE3qjJQYI/TvsyCGrjeLI/AAAAAAAAA48/JqxTWG9dEQk/s1600/377786_2309902270168_1327693289_31913291_1912916344_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w5cE3qjJQYI/TvsyCGrjeLI/AAAAAAAAA48/JqxTWG9dEQk/s320/377786_2309902270168_1327693289_31913291_1912916344_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yup, it's somehow flooded. I mean the rain was big yes I agree. But it was only for around 10 minutes! And the water level actually reached my ankle. Scary. I can't imagine if it rained for like 30 minutes. Maybe it'll reach my knee. Really cannot tahan this place. Sorry uncle and aunt but I really don't like that place. Totally got dulan and spoilt my whole mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to KLCC. It wasn't any better. But at least there's air-con. Not gonna upload any photos about it because I forgotten about KLCC and retyped this part LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a day without dinner right? So had dinner with uncle, and of course with my cousin! So met up with cousin's family at some food place. And it was yummy. With bbq fish and stuffs like that. Love this kind of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-10AWSRYIM/Tvsyy5pM27I/AAAAAAAAA5I/GOeMx6HmleQ/s1600/385392_2309906150265_1327693289_31913303_1897768327_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-10AWSRYIM/Tvsyy5pM27I/AAAAAAAAA5I/GOeMx6HmleQ/s320/385392_2309906150265_1327693289_31913303_1897768327_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CXQbXCJFZho/TvsyzyIS0AI/AAAAAAAAA5M/FgrfWV9pZxU/s1600/390973_2309905950260_1327693289_31913302_612708973_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CXQbXCJFZho/TvsyzyIS0AI/AAAAAAAAA5M/FgrfWV9pZxU/s320/390973_2309905950260_1327693289_31913302_612708973_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the fooooooooooooood? Having chinese tea while eating oily food would be perfect. At least the my stomach won't feel weird. But that's for me, I don't know 'bout you. Right. So went to cousin's house &amp;nbsp;for a while and then finally headed back to uncle's house for sleepover. At least there's wifi and I could chat with shaoyen via imessage and she could update my stuffs that's happening to my team. Day 1 just ended like that. Perfect dinner, horrible shopping. Almost cried for the shopping part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2 - Uncle's house&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up quite early in the morning. Went out for breakfast at a coffee shop as usual. Had bak ku teh but I don't eat them. So ate vege, tofu and otah! Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tq-j3QOx2Rw/Tvs0Z3NwgYI/AAAAAAAAA5c/rbZTzs0HRXk/s1600/384067_2309907030287_1327693289_31913305_1526495392_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tq-j3QOx2Rw/Tvs0Z3NwgYI/AAAAAAAAA5c/rbZTzs0HRXk/s320/384067_2309907030287_1327693289_31913305_1526495392_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OWpHWLMap5Q/Tvs0bLIwDlI/AAAAAAAAA5k/_m-0bRujVIg/s1600/386125_2309907270293_1327693289_31913306_320659395_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OWpHWLMap5Q/Tvs0bLIwDlI/AAAAAAAAA5k/_m-0bRujVIg/s320/386125_2309907270293_1327693289_31913306_320659395_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite like their food. Quite nice tho! Alright, after that headed to some place which I don't know the name. And inside this place is Sungei Wang! The perfect place for shopping! It's just like our Bugis street there. And the items there are mad cheap. I mean if I convert to SGD. The most expensive item would be RM25 so approx only SGD 10! And the clothings are awesome really awesome. So pretty and nice. Bought SOME RM 25 only. The rest is like RM 15.90, RM 10, RM 12.90 etc. Nothing above RM 25! Shall show my haul. Didn't buy a lot though but mom was complaining on how much clothings I bought when it's not even a lot. Wait wait wait. Must show a pic of Sungei Wang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NY5MfRr8eCU/Tvs1d5Nk4II/AAAAAAAAA5w/bRZMK4aqQg4/s1600/373970_2309911470398_1327693289_31913313_1622370104_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NY5MfRr8eCU/Tvs1d5Nk4II/AAAAAAAAA5w/bRZMK4aqQg4/s320/373970_2309911470398_1327693289_31913313_1622370104_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA. Don't be angry at me because I'm not the photographer. My dad is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb4qYzNa5MQ/Tvs2eBQSjLI/AAAAAAAAA58/-9fq8FI4h28/s1600/IMG_2009%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb4qYzNa5MQ/Tvs2eBQSjLI/AAAAAAAAA58/-9fq8FI4h28/s320/IMG_2009%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the super bad quality. I took this picture with my itouch and I think it's just 2megapixels. Ya I know it's not. But the best buy would be that brown leather jacket. Guess how much! It's just RM 25. Can you believe it? It's like SGD 10?! Wah, you can never buy it for SGD 10. I mean perhaps you could, but hardly. And the floral crop tee, vintage blue vest and white crop tee is like RM 10, meaning it's lesser than SGD 5! Awesome awesome. Sungei Wang is the best place for girls to shop. Hope that I'll be able to go there soon. It's really better than Bugis Street. Be it in terms of prices or varieties. Their clothings varieties is superb. Just that I didn't buy any shoes from there though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went there with cousin, her mom and my mom. So after shopping, went to KL Pavillion. The items there would be more expensive because all those high class outlets are located there. Like topshop, topman, mango, forever 21, uniqlo etc etc. Didn't buy anything from there. But took pictures because there's xmas tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U-P7E7tB1u0/Tvs4PX3fjzI/AAAAAAAAA6I/0bHcjMez1b0/s1600/375256_2309922430672_1327693289_31913343_1213311632_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U-P7E7tB1u0/Tvs4PX3fjzI/AAAAAAAAA6I/0bHcjMez1b0/s320/375256_2309922430672_1327693289_31913343_1213311632_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3A2mz-RcVeo/Tvs4Q-XQwjI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/iCJo9GJYLOk/s1600/381221_2309922190666_1327693289_31913342_1761685801_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3A2mz-RcVeo/Tvs4Q-XQwjI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/iCJo9GJYLOk/s320/381221_2309922190666_1327693289_31913342_1761685801_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pic with cousins and their mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uZuznzn1kJ0/Tvs4SfFqLvI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/7ILquV046As/s1600/385955_2309924030712_1327693289_31913347_32463751_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uZuznzn1kJ0/Tvs4SfFqLvI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/7ILquV046As/s320/385955_2309924030712_1327693289_31913347_32463751_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pic with daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgBOVCp-Hnw/Tvs4T9mze1I/AAAAAAAAA6g/k8xajpKUmVg/s1600/397805_2309920870633_1327693289_31913339_660001705_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgBOVCp-Hnw/Tvs4T9mze1I/AAAAAAAAA6g/k8xajpKUmVg/s320/397805_2309920870633_1327693289_31913339_660001705_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah I know I'm fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to have some snacks. I mean not really snacks actually. Some food. And their isetan got sell food somemore! LOL. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NMxsKIRTyUU/Tvs46nTjolI/AAAAAAAAA6s/QsPXJWq_fu4/s1600/382632_2309930150865_1327693289_31913366_751095028_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NMxsKIRTyUU/Tvs46nTjolI/AAAAAAAAA6s/QsPXJWq_fu4/s320/382632_2309930150865_1327693289_31913366_751095028_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yup, so that's what we ate and obviously I ate the sushi because I'm a sushi-lover! After that went to dinner together with cousin they all. It's in some restaurant and their food is super nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpD_azKwuM8/Tvs5bUEuT0I/AAAAAAAAA64/hP5HbBA4Qus/s1600/399009_2309932310919_1327693289_31913373_1192059462_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpD_azKwuM8/Tvs5bUEuT0I/AAAAAAAAA64/hP5HbBA4Qus/s320/399009_2309932310919_1327693289_31913373_1192059462_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HB5yGdsUo_E/Tvs5cErSrKI/AAAAAAAAA68/7bF8oJoTRVg/s1600/399645_2309932470923_1327693289_31913374_1407405428_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HB5yGdsUo_E/Tvs5cErSrKI/AAAAAAAAA68/7bF8oJoTRVg/s320/399645_2309932470923_1327693289_31913374_1407405428_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X3cTZg_Iq4A/Tvs5c_MeIXI/AAAAAAAAA7E/x6NR2BJpuHg/s1600/399673_2309932630927_1327693289_31913375_1767047836_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X3cTZg_Iq4A/Tvs5c_MeIXI/AAAAAAAAA7E/x6NR2BJpuHg/s320/399673_2309932630927_1327693289_31913375_1767047836_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So went back to uncle's house and SLEEEEEEP while cousins go back home and SLEEEEEP too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3 - Genting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 9am and got ready. Headed out to have breakfast with uncle and aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBt5z_QmeVY/Tvs6WtZk3nI/AAAAAAAAA7U/eCswLhJx558/s1600/384444_2341138091044_1327693289_31929970_595756693_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBt5z_QmeVY/Tvs6WtZk3nI/AAAAAAAAA7U/eCswLhJx558/s320/384444_2341138091044_1327693289_31929970_595756693_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fRYSa1BzPpM/Tvs6YqisxeI/AAAAAAAAA7k/wFzlpBkqVQY/s1600/401090_2341140091094_1327693289_31929975_1983291953_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fRYSa1BzPpM/Tvs6YqisxeI/AAAAAAAAA7k/wFzlpBkqVQY/s320/401090_2341140091094_1327693289_31929975_1983291953_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So yup this is part of our breakfast. EGGGGS. Coffee, milo etc. And had noodles too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT PART-&lt;br /&gt;(ps I'm too tired to continue)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486527880340939163-1504802847274763473?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1504802847274763473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/12/9d8n-stay-in-msia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/1504802847274763473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/1504802847274763473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/12/9d8n-stay-in-msia.html' title='9D8N stay in Msia.'/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M8djxQTak4k/Tvsvq8Ha1nI/AAAAAAAAA4M/0lfwyGgC4qU/s72-c/uncle+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-2710248083364381476</id><published>2011-11-19T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T20:05:30.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It had been such a long time since I last blogged O.O Apparently, I didn't do what I'm suppose to do in my previous post. Stop eating fried food, stay healthy and go on a diet right? Didn't do that at all. Stamina isn't getting any better. Gonna be december soon. How? Sigh what is this man. Why gain weight so easy, lose weight so tough. Really envy those girls who have slim thighs. Wear shorts also nice. Shall stop envying and start dieting. Lol it rhymes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I have quite a lot to rant. I think I fail as a captain. I can't be strict, I can't show them that I've the authority. Tomorrow is the start of the PT session which I'll be leading with the vice-cap. I hope I'll make it a successful one. Maybe in the first place I shouldn't have been put in this position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nevertheless, since I've the role, I should just aiya idk how to say lah. Holidays are so packed seriously. This isn't a holiday for me man. Work, course, training. Everytime. And then dec was almost packed. Left with two days for meetup. One is gna be w my couple as promised and another would be w my ex clique. Love them lots ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself think that I seldom confide into people my true feelings. I keep things to myself which I think it would be better. Some people, not mentioning who, are just SO CURIOUS about my lifestyle etc. They just want to know who I like, what happened etc. And after I've told them what had happened, they would be like "oh cheerup dont think so much". Thats all. It clearly shows that they don't care man. And majority does that! except for some perhaps. I do agree at time I'm also very curious about people's affairs. This is human nature. Can't blame it. So I'll choose to keep things to myself. I won't open my true heart to anybody in my secondary school life. I'll only open it when I know thos person is right. Actually I really prefer my working life so much. At least there isn't any hyprocrites. All of them are my true friends. Really enjoyed playing with them so much. Xoxo. Love them a lot. I'm really grateful to be part of the BK-TM family, and sigh. Wilson my best friend is leaving soon :( why must all these cruel things happen. I really can't bear him to leave. I really don't want him to leave :( &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486527880340939163-2710248083364381476?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2710248083364381476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-had-been-such-long-time-since-i-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/2710248083364381476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/2710248083364381476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-had-been-such-long-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-7786112064440964227</id><published>2011-10-31T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T07:57:49.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting fatter and fatter. Already fat but I still continue eating and eating without doing exercises. There are three things which I want to do before the school term starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1) Master all my sec 3 chapters&lt;br /&gt;#2) Improve a lot on my stamina&lt;br /&gt;#3) Lose at least 5kg &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks lose one kg, so approx I need 8 weeks to lose 5kg. I'm really motivated and determined this time round. I want my previous primary school figure back. I don't want my current fat figure. And also I want to keep myself healthy. From now onwards, I'll lose weight and stay healthy. I won't eat anymore fried food. Promise to myself. Burger king tomorrow? Nope! Just gonna drink fresh milk. No lemon tea either. I only have two choices, water or milo. Work hard, train hard, study hard and stop eating oily food. I believe of I meet all of them, I'm able to lose weight soon! 5kg, gambatte kjsir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I think hardcore studying helps in losing weight. You'll stop eating while studying. Plus, I'm having training. And training is gettig tougher. That's good though! We're able to build up on stamina and also perform better in the court. Plus with an increase in stamina, I'm able to ace in next year's napfa already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year wasn't a really good year for me. But its alright. I believe next year would be a better one ^^ I won't grieve because of step programme! It's the only programme which motivates me to study. Kjsir, start your life afresh. Make next year a meaningful one. Study hard and get over and done with O's. After that you can relax all you want. After all no matter how moodless you feel, you still have to study. Why not study happily instead? Right? Let's go kjsir! You might not have *** there to motivate you, but you have yourself. Only you can motivate yourself! Believe in yourself. #hwaiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486527880340939163-7786112064440964227?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7786112064440964227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-getting-fatter-and-fatter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/7786112064440964227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/7786112064440964227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-getting-fatter-and-fatter.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-2291526183529959279</id><published>2011-10-18T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T21:28:22.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very disappointed w my results. Except for maths and chinese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1B5: 18&lt;br /&gt;L1B4: 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it's not good. This is just eoy. I still have my another 55% (mst etc). I hope that 55% wouldn't pull down my results. #please. C5 for chem, B4 for physics. Really really disappointed me. I'm expecting b3 for both. I want to hit my target :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. It's okay. I won't let this failure affect me, demolarise me at all :) I will work hard for o's. I'll ace in maths. No B at all. Distinction for maths. B's for sciences. A for chinese. B for english. I won't allow C to appear in my next year result slip anymore. Never ever. 😃&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486527880340939163-2291526183529959279?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2291526183529959279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/10/very-disappointed-w-my-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/2291526183529959279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/2291526183529959279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/10/very-disappointed-w-my-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-6185545217186241729</id><published>2011-10-18T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T08:05:31.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, didn't blog for a very long time. I must say that I only put in 70% of effort into eoy. Thus I don't expect really great marks. Got back some of the results today. My results were acceptable and did hit my expectation. However, my SSH disappointed me. I didn't expect myself to get a C for it. I'm aiming for a B3 or rather maybe a B4. My grade is nowhere near a B. I got C6 instead. That's the most disappointing result I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - C5&lt;br /&gt;Emaths - A1&lt;br /&gt;Amaths - A1&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - A2&lt;br /&gt;SSH - C6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my target for L1B5 is 15 and L1B4 is 12. So I need to get B3 for physics and chemistry. If I happen to get a B4 for my physics then I need to get an A2 for chemistry which is impossible :( I really really hope I can reach my target this time round. If I didn't I promise myself that I would work doubly hard. Okay nonono, even if I reached it, I'll still do my very best for o's. Afterall, sec3 eoy doesn't matter. The O Level result is what that matters. I might ace in my EOY but I might just flunk my O's. I should never slack and procrastinate AT ALL next year. I really need to get at least, minimum a B4 for my English. I can't afford English to pull down my aggregate. I want to have a successful career. But I must admit, I did maintain my English standard and improve a tiny winy bit. But that's not enough! I need to pull one grade higher. I need to motivate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised the importance of Chinese already. It really helps to pull up my aggregate though. So I'm happy that I got an A. I need my sciences to pull me up. I must ace in my maths and science. The two most important subjects which determines your future. Anyway I've decided to be practical and stop dreaming to be part of the forensic team. It's really difficult for me to get into the course. Even if my academic allows me, I doubt my soul would agree. I love to be part of the forensic. Forensic stuffs interests me. But that's part of my DREAM. And it might not be a reality. Singapore don't offer individual courses for Forensic science, and even if they do, I need to ace in it to allow the SPF to attach me or blah. Ok, enough of all these craps. I hope to get into a course, a science course instead of maths course. My maths is better than my sciences but I have more interest in science! And maths is only fun in secondary school. You can use maths in your future career right...? Except for accountants which requires more understanding in graphs I guess. But anyway, I MUST I NEED I HAVE TO WORK TRIPLY HARD ON MY O'S. I do not want to be stress when o's is arriving. I want to face o's in a very calm way :)&amp;nbsp;&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/486527880340939163-6185545217186241729?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6185545217186241729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/10/wow-didnt-blog-for-very-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/6185545217186241729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/6185545217186241729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/10/wow-didnt-blog-for-very-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-8883095353487383092</id><published>2011-09-29T06:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T06:42:50.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eoys in just a few days time. Paper 1 starting tomorrow. I really hope I can ace in the subjects which I'm suppose to. I'm really putting in a lot of effort on chemistry. I really hope I can at least get a b3 for eoy. A1 for emath and amath. Physics b4 if possible. Chinese would be the more the better and English at least a b4. Will I be able to reach it? I hope so. I really hope so. If can't, I'll really work doubly hard next year. #promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olevels next year. Can't afford to play around anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - B4&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - B3&lt;br /&gt;Emath - A1&lt;br /&gt;Amath - A1&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry - B3&lt;br /&gt;Physics - B4&lt;br /&gt;SSH - B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1B5 - 15&lt;br /&gt;L1B4 - 12 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cmon Kaijun. Do it. Pass your english. Do well in mother tongue. Ace in math. Score in chemistry. Put in your best in physics. Memorise for ssh. Do it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486527880340939163-8883095353487383092?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8883095353487383092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/09/eoys-in-just-few-days-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/8883095353487383092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/8883095353487383092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/09/eoys-in-just-few-days-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-6715906059558469821</id><published>2011-09-11T03:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T03:53:19.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fucked up okay. Just fucked up. -'- I'm gonna dread going to school. I fucking hate people who're just brainless and ask me stupid and obvious questions. When I'm hyper you complain that I'm very noisy or crazy or whatever shit. When I'm quiet you fucking say that I'm emo or whatever and kept probing like what happen. Seriously what the fuck you want? Is keeping quiet a crime? Do I need to have a reason if I'm quiet? Fuck off man. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486527880340939163-6715906059558469821?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6715906059558469821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/09/fucked-up-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/6715906059558469821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/6715906059558469821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/09/fucked-up-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-8194559179946137145</id><published>2011-09-08T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T22:00:37.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love working on saturdays. Awesome crewmates &lt;3 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486527880340939163-8194559179946137145?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8194559179946137145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-working-on-saturdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/8194559179946137145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/8194559179946137145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-working-on-saturdays.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-4906609455724260213</id><published>2011-09-07T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T07:18:29.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post title? Yeah.</title><content type='html'>Finally downloaded an app for me to blog. At times when I feel really down or perhaps when I feel really upset and pissed, I'll vent it on this little space of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How funny would it when a girl likes a boy but doesn't get jealous when he knows that he actually fell for another girl? Actually much thinking, the answer is just as simple as it is. Which is that the girl treats the guy as her brother. Yes, it's the truth. She doesn't get jealous when the guy continues to talk about the girl. She feels happy that the guy confides into her and treated her as a sister. She's also more than willing to give him all advices so that he's able to be with the girl. Ironic but still at least the girl is happy as she herself knows that her feeling towards the guy is just purely brother and sister. Same for the guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Happy Ending-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sometimes I really wonder why do some people don't understand what's the meaning of NO and YES. When I say NO it means NO. And when I say YES then it means YES isn't it? Why can't people just understand simple English? I hate it when people just love to interfere into my life. I hate confiding to people. I only confide and vent when there's a need to. When there's a need for you to know, I'll tell you. If there isn't a need, why should I tell you? It's just best to keep everything to yourself isn't it? Only you yourself can solve the problem, nobody else can, including your bestest friends and what not. Seriously I also hate it when people treat me as their "dog". Like when they need to tell someone something, and don't dare to do it, they'll just tell me and do it. Seriously what the fuck? You want to do then do, why drag me in? Don't dare do then sua don't do. You think others dare to do when you yourself don't dare? Grrr, just by mentioning this made me so fked up. And then you can tease other people like me, and when I tease you, cannot? Who do you think you are? You believe in karma, so you should know what goes around comes around or whatever the phrasing is. Then you should expect something similar eould fall upon you right. I'm not pin pointing at who in particulat, I'm just sharing all the past experiences I had. I just hope nothing like this would happen again. Secondary school life sucks. Friends that are hyprocrites, backstabbers and especially friends who just care about themselves. And also friends that don't understand me well enough and just judge me accordingly to their own personal bias feelings. But of course there're still some good friends I have who are true and always there for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But definitely I prefer working life so much more than schooling life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my good friends. Xoxo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486527880340939163-4906609455724260213?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4906609455724260213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/09/post-title-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/4906609455724260213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/4906609455724260213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/09/post-title-yeah.html' title='Post title? Yeah.'/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-5795472379334734871</id><published>2011-09-02T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T08:00:02.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. The feeling when all the expectations led to disappointments. How awesome would the feeling be? I always wanted to keep the expectations and hopes to the minimum. But I realised I can't.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I tend to believe in god too much. I tend to believe in you, in particular. You were the one who told me that, and I believed you would do it. But you didn't. You made me wait for the god damn fucking text for 12 hours. Awesome? Yeah I love the feeling. I waited and waited, but no text came. It's alright I guess. I think I'm putting in too much hope thats why I felt so disappointed. Not your fault. My bad, my bad. I'm the one who is naive and treated as a fool. I'm the one who is childish. I'm childish, naive and a god dammit fool. My bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486527880340939163-5795472379334734871?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5795472379334734871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/09/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/5795472379334734871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/5795472379334734871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/09/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-8502466074767676674</id><published>2011-08-24T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T03:55:10.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will blog on a monthly basis or rather perhaps when I feel like it. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486527880340939163-8502466074767676674?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8502466074767676674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/08/will-blog-on-monthly-basis-or-rather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/8502466074767676674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/8502466074767676674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/08/will-blog-on-monthly-basis-or-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-1918593437779521950</id><published>2011-08-17T03:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T03:45:49.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So currently this blog is opened to public. And I'm gonna remove the URL from twitter and facebook etc. I don't want people who don't know me or not close to me to read my blog. This blog is basically just a place for me to rant and yeah blog about my daily life. School wasn't great nowadays. Because of...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;PROCRASTINATION &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself when I procrastinate so much. I really wanna study. I mean who doesn't? Who doesn't wants to get awesome results? I can study during class but I can't seem to study at home. That's the best thing about me. I want to study at home and concentrate well. But everything is distracting me. My laptop, my itouch, my phone. Phone still alright cause I don't text much nowadays. Twitter is the main distraction for me to procrastinate -.- Facebook still alright. (P/S: I hope you'll talk to me soon)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright should stop posting and off to my work! Hardcore studying for physics today! I wanna get my A! Or maybe at least a B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L1R4: 14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L1R5: 17 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess my targets are realistic enough just that I need to buck up on my sciences and english. Once I get a B for English, I'm happy enough. Serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English - B4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physics - B3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry - A2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amath - A1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emath - A1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese - B3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SSH - B3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I can reach my target I would really thank god. Please I don't want any Cs anymore. I can't afford to flunk o's like how I did for PSLE. I do not want to regret and cry on the results day. I want to get into better courses. I want better future!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I really hope I can get into the forensic team one day, I still think that it's impossible. I'm not taking Bio and will have a hard time studying it. Secondly if I'm not wrong there's a need to further studies in other countries then come back to Singapore to be an experienced forensic human LOL. Alright, BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486527880340939163-1918593437779521950?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1918593437779521950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-currently-this-blog-is-opened-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/1918593437779521950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/1918593437779521950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-currently-this-blog-is-opened-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-1612605541737502694</id><published>2011-07-19T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T04:42:57.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every girl would love to feel protected and comfortable with their boyfriend and of course hope to meet the right one. I'm not the exception. I want the right one at the right time. I want a guy who is there for me no matter what happena. I want a guy who would still be together with me no matter how many people oppose it. I want a patient guy who is willing to listen to all my rants everytime I feel angry, or sad. I want a guy who would spoil me and cherish me forever. I want a guy who would protect me and make me feel comfortable whenever I'm with him. I want a guy who will tell his boy friends that I'm his beloved girlfriend no matter how ugly and fat I am. I want a guy who accepts me for who I am and would not require to have a change in anything for him. I want a guy who respects me. And when we start quarrelling, and when I start to cry, I want him to shut up and just hug me. Is it that difficult to find someone like that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486527880340939163-1612605541737502694?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1612605541737502694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/07/every-girl-would-love-to-feel-protected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/1612605541737502694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/1612605541737502694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/07/every-girl-would-love-to-feel-protected.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-4926958376989546434</id><published>2011-07-10T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T06:55:56.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why am I so fat? Why am I so ugly? Why am I not photogenic? Why don't I have a nice smile? Why can't I have a nice figure? Why are ny eyes so tiny? Why? Tell me why please. Why? Sigh. I tried my best to stop eating unhealthy food but failed. Fats. My belly fats. My thigh fats. My calf fats. My arm fats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486527880340939163-4926958376989546434?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4926958376989546434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-am-i-so-fat-why-am-i-so-ugly-why-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/4926958376989546434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/4926958376989546434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-am-i-so-fat-why-am-i-so-ugly-why-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-5656667564059252306</id><published>2011-07-01T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T08:12:17.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry but I couldn't help it to you know accept the fact that ny IQ is higher than you bitch and bastard. The winner would be me k. Guess all humans are selfish. But there are some whose extremely selfish and only thinks for themselves. One thing I dont understand. Why doesnt good people get good things in return? K fuck my life. Oh wait wait wait. I wouldnt, shouldnt and musnt get affected by these nonsense since it's like just plain shits? HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486527880340939163-5656667564059252306?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5656667564059252306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-so-sorry-but-i-couldnt-help-it-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/5656667564059252306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/5656667564059252306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-so-sorry-but-i-couldnt-help-it-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-2056039613992557128</id><published>2011-07-01T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T07:54:02.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's okay man. Just another one more fucking year in this secondary school and I'm done with it. I hate this school seriously. A bad choice to get into this school. Why didn't I score higher for my psle and get into a better school? I've seriously tolerated with all these shits to the max of my patience already. Everything is already over and you have to mention it in front of your friends again? For what? Tarnish our reputation? Oh yah, just for your information, I do need need friends like you guys so it doesn't affect me much. You can insult me as much as you want because I don't give a damn. You hate ne so you'll start insulting me. So be it. My IQ is higher than your IQ so er I doubt you're considered as my opponent? Cause well, no matter what I do, it'll still be better than you. Blame it on your super low IQ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously prefer my burger king working life so much more than my student life. Not because of the studies but because of the environment etc. During work, although my friends/colleagues are like in their 20s, they made me happy during work etc. I felt stressless. I always ended up laughing at the end of the day no matter how idiotic customers were, no matter how annoying the manager was. One thing I have to realy agree, do not judge a book by its cover and understand the person's real personality first before you judge them. This is very true. All these quotes sorta appeared in our daily lifes. Well, in school, though I have close friends, I still feel that I'm lack of something. It's not their fault or anything. My close friends are perfect to me. And I realised that I can't confide into any single person. No matter how close a person is with me, I can never confide my true feelings to them. I can't tell anyone my true feelings. I prefer keeping things to myself because I myself know that my soul and my heart would be there for me. And eventually solve the problens etc. Only you yourself can bring yourself up, so why confide? Ranting is alright because I always rant. And also there're some who're just curious while there are also some who really cares for you. Omg love this phrase. I know people always say that when you tell others your true feelings, you'll feel better. Yeah i agree that when you're angry, and when you rant you'll feel a lot better. But not when you're like aiya idk how to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I can get out of sec sch asap abd get into poly with my close friends. Maybe we'll get into different courses, but still at least we're still in the same college. I wanna a new life. I wanna have new friends and start smth new. And of course meet real friends. Tell you smth. My aunt who is like 16 years old this year has awesome great friends really. I not saying my friends not awesome. But aiya you won't get it. If I dint meet some ppl, my life would be so much awesome with my current friends. I REALLY HOPE THAT I TIME FLIES AND I COULD GET OUT OF SEC SCH ASAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486527880340939163-2056039613992557128?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2056039613992557128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-okay-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/2056039613992557128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/2056039613992557128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-okay-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-8769540808422369876</id><published>2011-05-28T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T01:53:56.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dearest eyes is gonna close anytime now. So tired! But I still wanna do a post about my 4D3N camp! Overall, it was really nice. I love the activities a lot. But at times, I hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6.30am and prepared for camp. Daddy sent me to school and I was quite early. Alethea finally came and I was glued to her. Haha joke. Assembled and did all those admin stuffs. And finally at 8plus we set off to Malaysia! Frankly, I was quite excited though. Slept in the bus and reached the camp site, Kota Tinggi at around 12+ I suppose. My class was in Major A thus we checked in our tents first. Initially, there should be 5 people in our tents (me, alethea, nat, charmaine &amp;amp; amelia) but because that unpopular hweeting got no tents to join, she joined ours. Super dulan with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch after that and started off with the activities after a long waiting time. First activity was the photohunt. It was so damn boring so not elaborating on it. Up next was the adventure course which includes low rope courses and wet activities. Completed rebirth, low beam, balancing thingy and jetty jump. Wa seriously jetty jump was awesome. Didn't get to play it last year. Mood went up after jetty jump! After that was dinner. Dinner omg. When we were all so wet. After dinner, we thought we could bathe. But it turned out that Major B is suppose to bathe first while we have our Pelapah Waterfall Expedition briefing. Instructor Daniel was so funny! Hahah. After the briefing, me and jacintha chiong to the toilet first. Waited for other girls and we got into the open shower. Awesome open shower. Love it! After that, it was supper and then lights out. I didn't really fall asleep but well, just closed my eyes. And then at around 12midnight, I woke up w alethea, nat and charmaine. Went out of the tent and walked around. It was really hot and uncomfortable. Very. Instuctor siti found us an empty tent and me , alethea and charmaine went over to sleep. Much more cooling there and less squeezy. Hate that hweeting a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6.45am. Went back to our tent and then settled everything. Packed daypack as such. Wore back the wet shoes since it's gonna be wet again. Had breakfast and after that finally head off to our destination. Sadly we didn't take bus there. We walked 3km there and it was plain tiring. Just walking and I already sweated a lot. At times walking is more tiring than running. But nah I rather walk than run. After a million years, we finally reach the place. But we're suppose to trek in. Trekked and trekked. Water water and water. Reached some empty area and I started to feel unwell. Felt like vomitting and I felt so giddy. It's like as if I'm going to faint anytime. And I realised I just ate 2 fishballs for breakfast. And then instructor siti passed me chocolate bar for me to consume. High glucose which will increase the blood sugar level. But still I don't feel better at all. Seriously feel like vomiting but nothing comes out. And then it rained. After a while I felt a bit better. But suddenly I couldn't take it anymore. My stomach feels so uncomfy. Instructors came to help and told me how to breathe etc. Felt a lot a lot more better. Anyway we stopped there is because we're suppose to have outdoor cooking for lunch! But didn't eat again tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to continue my journey and went to the waterfall. The water is very very cold. But sadly we didn't get to play there and just took ine class photo. Sad case. And then we climbed up the waterfall stones of something and walked the other route so it's less slippery. And then after waiting for one class, we finally can go back to the campsite.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back there and cleared our expedition bags. And then finally BATHE! Queued up for a while and then it's finally our turn. Same girls again and we finally bathed. Cooling. It was dinner after that and preparation for camp-fire. Had a lot of disagreements about the songs as such. And Hweeting over there dancing insomnia or something but no one cares. She sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay and day 2 ended with the Johor River Kayaking and supper. Lights out and I slept instantly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Woke up at 6.45am as usual and then prepared everything. Went to the camp-fire site for morning exercise and then headed off to the canteen. Had breakfast and had a 10min break and set off to the kayaking destination. The bus was awesomely awesome. Malaysia buses (Y) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, that's not the main point. Reached there in around 20min time and then instructors started to entertain us and showed us how to paddle. Had lunch and everything. In the same group with Alethea and Ibnu. I sat in the center and then we set off. It was really very tiring to kayak. Really. We were like the last few. Kayak for a very long time. And then it's time to go back and we were the last again! But then Ibnu started to kayak real hard and encouraged us. So don't want to disappoint him and then kayaked all the way. And we overtook a lot of people. Happy happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally reached back the place and then had ice-cream! Treated by Rajwani! Thankyou teacher! Took the bus back and yeah. Wanted to bathe BUT NO WATER IN GIRLS' TOILET. Waited for a long time for water but till yeah. One time got water, then one time don't have. Persuaded the instructors to let us go to the boys' toilet and bathe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instructor Daniel came over and handled the situation. They guarded the area so that no boys can go to the toilet. Went to the open shower again and seriously the open shower is filled with underwears and clothing and shorts. Wth seriously! Quickly bathed and went back to the tent. After that was dinner time and the camp-fire preparation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're like dancing hoot again. Practiced and then finally camp-fire. We're the first class to perform! Argh. Alright, and then followed by all the other classes performances as such. So yeah, thats all. Lights out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOME SWEET HOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486527880340939163-8769540808422369876?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8769540808422369876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-dearest-eyes-is-gonna-close-anytime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/8769540808422369876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/8769540808422369876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-dearest-eyes-is-gonna-close-anytime.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-3332548151870465371</id><published>2011-05-21T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T08:06:46.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Camp is just the day after tomorrow. Sigh. I love going for camps because some activities are really fun. But for the washing up and cleaning part, it's seriously ohmygosh. I can't stand it. Last year also the same thing. Started packing just now and only packed 2 sets of clothings and pads. A lot more to go for tomorrow. Eyelids gonna close but yeah I still wanna continue posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday, which is yesterday. Had some videotaking session for the performance night. But how has badminton got to do with performance night like seriously. Waste my time. Went to t1 and eat with qingwen while waiting for time to pass. After the videotaking, went to pei alethea to buy camp stuffs like shoebags and stuffs. Went home an tada. Whole body aching even until now -.- so long never exercise already very easy tired. Lack of stamina. Need to start running ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486527880340939163-3332548151870465371?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3332548151870465371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/camp-is-just-day-after-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/3332548151870465371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/3332548151870465371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/camp-is-just-day-after-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-8236477910204183595</id><published>2011-05-20T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T06:21:26.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H0uD1mZQfNk/TdZo2SaWvJI/AAAAAAAAA24/35PoOS0D3Kk/s1600/jco1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H0uD1mZQfNk/TdZo2SaWvJI/AAAAAAAAA24/35PoOS0D3Kk/s400/jco1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608785667801136274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mad luv with J.CO yogurt. This is the best yogurt I ever had on earth. I love this yogurt. Sour and sweet. Mad LOVE LOVE LOVE. Had this yesterday and today. How awesomely awesome is this huh huh huh?! Okay bye gtg. ZAIJIAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486527880340939163-8236477910204183595?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8236477910204183595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/mad-luv-with-j.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/8236477910204183595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/8236477910204183595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/mad-luv-with-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H0uD1mZQfNk/TdZo2SaWvJI/AAAAAAAAA24/35PoOS0D3Kk/s72-c/jco1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-9087055503324111141</id><published>2011-05-19T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T06:18:24.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kE3trl3u0wo/TdUWtMgTiqI/AAAAAAAAA2w/wyD8OP2Z5BI/s1600/8.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kE3trl3u0wo/TdUWtMgTiqI/AAAAAAAAA2w/wyD8OP2Z5BI/s400/8.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608413876666469026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I realised something. We're so young now so what's the point in being in love! With all those datings etc!! Being in love = more heartbreaks etc. And you can hardly find your true charming prince at such young age! Unless the right person is really the right person. Like some of my friends, quite a number of them are in a relationship and lasted for quite long. For a student, with a relationship that lasts for like a year is considered damn zai already. Okay laaa, I'm not a love expert or anything. I just wanna voice out my opinions. I'm just gonna concentrate on studies and nothing about love relationships or w/e shit. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm in love with you for 3 years already. I need to give you up. Ooops, not love. Crush. Remind myself, just a crush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I wanna say I always fall in "love" easily when someone is there for me and treat me really well :$ I'm just very bored that's why I decided to post! Byeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486527880340939163-9087055503324111141?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/9087055503324111141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-realised-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/9087055503324111141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/9087055503324111141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-realised-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kE3trl3u0wo/TdUWtMgTiqI/AAAAAAAAA2w/wyD8OP2Z5BI/s72-c/8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-1162685471751084480</id><published>2011-05-19T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T01:23:50.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1C8V7SaSLM/TdTQShyufOI/AAAAAAAAA2o/TF984wirz5U/s1600/failing-grades.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1C8V7SaSLM/TdTQShyufOI/AAAAAAAAA2o/TF984wirz5U/s400/failing-grades.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608336452710464738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YES. I officially flunk my mid year. Okay, not really flunk until very jialat but the results were like shit. Expected it but still, it's bad. I'm only happy with english because I finally passed it with a good pass (for me because my english standard is always low)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English - 29/50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry - 58&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physics - 60&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emaths - 73&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amaths - 76&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SSH - 63&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese - 60&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As expected, I wouldn't ace for chinese therefore just a B4. Happy with it. Disappointed with emaths and amaths. Was expecting better marks for amaths cause it was easier than emaths. Due to extreme careless mistakes, I lost 5 marks. MY GOD. 5 marks. I couldn't hit an A1 for emaths. Quite disappointed but blame it on myself for creating such careless mistakes. Deproved a lot from sec2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was hoping history to pull up my overall for SSH because I expected myself to flunk SS. In the end, I did better in SS than history and screwed the whole history paper up. Thanks to SS, it pulled up my overall to a B4. Or else, I might just get a C5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English as what I mentioned, I'm quite alright with it. Paper wasn't really very difficult. It was manageable. If the paper were to be harder, I'll definitely flunk it like what I did last time. No failures in my class = I didn't fail overall. Happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for my sciences. Chemistry was alright. All along, I always flunk my milestone tests for chemistry. I really did study for chemistry so getting a C5 was a bit of disappointment but still I'm happy for it. Glad that I passed. Got improvements jiu okay liao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW FOR PHYSICS. It's the most disappointing paper. Got 59.5 marks due to units error. Was suppose to get 60! But shaoyen told me will round up so I count it as 60 marks. Disappointed. I really studied for it. I studied triply hard for this, and even more than chemistry. More than any other subjects and was expecting at least a B3. But I got a B4 or even a C5. My section A for physics was such a disappointment. Looking at all the crosses, was like wow. Physics was a disappointment. Relied on physics paper to pull my overall up. In the end, I screwed the paper up. One word : SAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay laaaaa, not really sad. But yeah, I put in this amount of effort, the result would be the amount of effort I put in. This is just midyear, I wonder how's final year and sec4. And finally olevels. I have exactly one year to reflect and change all my lazy habits. Start studying and stop slacking. Students should study and not slack. LALALALALA. Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486527880340939163-1162685471751084480?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1162685471751084480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/1162685471751084480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/1162685471751084480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1C8V7SaSLM/TdTQShyufOI/AAAAAAAAA2o/TF984wirz5U/s72-c/failing-grades.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-6719257226113008922</id><published>2011-05-18T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T05:20:38.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XCJtLbY3eHY/TdO3alUmoNI/AAAAAAAAA2g/URZSn5Jrd5g/s1600/IMG_0619%255B1%255D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XCJtLbY3eHY/TdO3alUmoNI/AAAAAAAAA2g/URZSn5Jrd5g/s400/IMG_0619%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608027628329410770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camp in just 4 days time. Super fast right. Wasn't expecting the camp date to arrive to quickly. Last year's kota tinggi camp was a disaster. The toilets were awesomely awesome. With all the dead bugs etc. I don't mind it being dirty, but I HATE BUGS THE MOST TO THE EXTREME MAX. And now, we're going back to the same usual place again. Just that the activities would be different. I'm only looking forward to the kayaking and camp fire. I'll hate day 1 a lot if we're doing activities with some unknown classes. Like those we don't know inside. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like last year. Even the instructors didn't know why they separated us into different groups with other classes. Hated it. And I think I'm not gonna eat at the mountain. At most some biscuits which I'll bring along. Hate packing for camps, I'll always get the feeling that I've forgotten to bring some items along. I'm super paranoid ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope my last camp with my sec 3 and 4 class would be awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently exams are over. Time flies :/ Well, it's the checking of scripts day tomorrow, which means all the papers would be given back. I'm expecting poor results for my maths and sciences. I've the feeling I won't do them well. Blame myself for not studying hard from the starting of January. Have to buck up for eoy cause it's just in another 4 months time. Four months okay! And teachers told us they're gonna go extremely fast in teaching after the holidays due to time constraints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to watch detective and forensic shows k &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, byeeeeeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486527880340939163-6719257226113008922?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6719257226113008922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/camp-in-just-4-days-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/6719257226113008922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/6719257226113008922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/camp-in-just-4-days-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XCJtLbY3eHY/TdO3alUmoNI/AAAAAAAAA2g/URZSn5Jrd5g/s72-c/IMG_0619%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-5302659309131713443</id><published>2011-05-16T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T07:46:20.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi I'm finally back. Forgotten that I had a blog. I dun wanna rant my feelings on twitter. I dun wanna people to know how vulnerable I am at times. A blog would be useful though. Went out with felicia, qianmin and amelia today. Went to teoheng and felicia's dad sent us there. Didn't spend much time there because I was rushing home. But had a fun time eating and sharing gossips there. Awesome friends I have. Wasn't as high like last time when we were at kbox though. Perhaps it's because of the mood or maybe the room isn't sound-proof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept telling myself. I'm a strong girl, I can overcome any obstacle bravely. I must be strong, be brave. When my closest friends encountered problems, I would not hesitate to give them the best advices in my heart. I would give them the best solutions I could ever thought of. They would thank me with sincerity and blah. I wouldnt try to say cheerup to one because I know it's pointless. Who doesnt wants to cheerup when they are sad? Cheerup doesn't help. But now when it comes to me, I couldn't help myself. I need a listening ear. A great awesome ear. But deeply inside my heart I would prefer to keep things to myself. Only for some problems. When I know bottling up problems causes me sufferings, I would tend to share my problems to my close ones again. To make myself feel better instead. I wouldnt mind of they cant comfort me and blah though. I'm so tired now. I wanna sleep. Short post so who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought a lot throughout the long bus ride today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486527880340939163-5302659309131713443?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5302659309131713443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/hi-im-finally-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/5302659309131713443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/5302659309131713443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/hi-im-finally-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-5952519774353926305</id><published>2011-05-08T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T19:29:57.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm using my itouch to post right now. So bored and I'm still nua-ing on my bed. Later after breakfast I'm gonna start mugging. Got motivated by my dream. I dreamt that I was Tim-Sir's assistant. Tim sir is the best forensic worker in the forensic heroes show. It's seriously damn awesome the dream. We were analysing the evidences of murder and also discussing about it. It was damn cool. I really hope there's one time where my dream would come true. It's impossible that I would work with Tim sir because he is just a hongkong artiste. But I hope someone has the exact same characteristic as him. But in order to be in the forensic group, I need to score for chemistry because I'm not taking biology. If biology isn't that tough, I would have taken it. I want to get into the poly course which offers biomedical science where forensic is included there as well. Fine I'm thinking too much now. Study hard kaijun. For the sake of your ambitions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486527880340939163-5952519774353926305?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5952519774353926305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-using-my-itouch-to-post-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/5952519774353926305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/5952519774353926305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-using-my-itouch-to-post-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486527880340939163.post-5173050371903521283</id><published>2011-05-07T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T06:17:40.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WI-iJN5hl6k/TcUYLjo-U4I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/y6e65XWXsZY/s1600/KjSir.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WI-iJN5hl6k/TcUYLjo-U4I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/y6e65XWXsZY/s400/KjSir.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603911898157175682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to start blogging. I think having a blog is nice. Especially when no one reads them, and you can just treat it like your diary. Or perhaps people would read them but your close friends maybe? Well, my daily live is just ... normal. When there's training, I would reach home late like 7+ and start on homeworks at 8+. Not productive at all because what I only did was homeworks and nothing other than that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sec3 life wasn't as awesome as what I thought. I mean I thought sec3 life would be very relaxed with no worries and nothing. And when I was in lower sec, I thought perhaps I would wake up when I'm in sec 3 and study real hard. I even bought note books for every subject I took. But sadly, the note books had disappeared and well, I didn't use them at all. But luckily, after reading people's tweets and blogs I realised I seriously need to start studying and copying notes. Bought a A4 size notebook for my revision. And it turned out alright though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's during the midyear examinations now so I really need to buck up. Screwed up social studies. But luckily it's combined humans and I've history to pull my overall up. But history isn't any better at all. Now for amaths. I basically prefer amaths more than emaths. I'm not saying it's easier but I just prefer amaths more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to buck up. Need to study hard, but I don't know why I'm such a lazy bum. I kept telling myself to work hard, study hard. But I'm always nua-ing on my bed w my itouch/phone. The thing is that I couldn't study in the morning. I can only study at night +.+ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope the government which got elected will do a good job :|&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/486527880340939163-5173050371903521283?l=twopiece-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5173050371903521283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/decided-to-start-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/5173050371903521283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486527880340939163/posts/default/5173050371903521283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twopiece-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/decided-to-start-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaijun Pigu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05043751663726239781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kc-t-ynrHKU/TL7q4HvKsfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2qn2gX1WHIM/S220/Image2116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WI-iJN5hl6k/TcUYLjo-U4I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/y6e65XWXsZY/s72-c/KjSir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
