<?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-2206772276167509374</id><updated>2011-07-28T11:55:42.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RASENGAN!!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-8409473606051725823</id><published>2009-09-30T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:50:06.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when someone scolds you, do they mean well?</title><content type='html'>Do you feel hatred when someone scolds you? Do you think that the person may be picking on you? Do you want to "return the favour" by scolding him back? This will be my topic for the day: if someone scolds you,  do they mean well?&lt;br /&gt;When your parents nag at you, do you think that they are naggy and they are very troublesome. Well, I do sometimes. I think that they are quite irritating because all the time the things that they say is the same. When they see you playing the computer, they will start their blaberring about getting poor grades if we did not study. They will even ban you from playing the computer. Sometimes if you want to do projects on the internet, and they saw you, they will also scold you. I think that they do not understand us. We are trying to do our work, but our parents malign us by thinking that we are playing the computer, and we got the scolding for nothing. When you flare up at them, they will think that you are being rebellious. I think that they do not understand our predicament. After a long day in school, when you come back and turn on the computer, and they saw it, they will start all their talks about getting bad grades again. We have done our parts as students and after concentrating for half of the day, we still need to study. Are grades the priority? Why do we have to study? What do we yield from studying? I don't know whether how all of you feel, but i feel frustrated if i had to do my work when i have already done it. However, do you think that your parents want it? Do you think that they want you to study for no reasons. It all comes down to one basic reason: they just want to lay the foundations for you, so that when you grow up you can get a good job, buy a big car, earn lots of money. All these may not appeal to you, when I say it now, but when you grow up, these are the most important things, not computer games. Hence, as much as I know how you all feel when your parents scold you, try to bear with it, because when you grow up and become a parent, these will be the things that you require of your daughter or son.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody in school gets scolding by their teachers, and so do I. How does it feel to be scolded by someone who is not even related to you? This will cause you to be even more ashamed and more angry if your teachers scolded you, and not to mention in front of your friends. When I get scolded by my teachers, if it is the last period of the day, so be it. However, if it is the first period of the day, I would not be able to concentrate on what the rest of my  teachers said, and yes, you can call that "emo". Do you think that your teachers want to scold you? All they want is for you to do your best and everybody gains from it. Then everytime when you walk past your teachers who have taught you in the past, you can hang up your heads high, because you know that there is nothing for you to be ashamed of, because you have done well. However, if you did badly in your grades that year, when you walk past that particular teacher, you will feel a sense of guilt and you will scold yourself for not doing well. Such things, I doubt you want it to happen to you right? Hence, when a teacher scolds you, do not think that they are picking on you. Rather, think that they want the best out of you, and it will spur yourself to do better the next time in order to avoid another scolding.&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the end of my post today. I think that when someone scolds you, there is a hidden meaning in it, no matter good or bad, and you must reflect on it, so that you can do better the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-8409473606051725823?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8409473606051725823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-someone-scolds-you-do-they-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/8409473606051725823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/8409473606051725823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-someone-scolds-you-do-they-mean.html' title='when someone scolds you, do they mean well?'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-2859696920704191140</id><published>2009-08-09T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T09:48:30.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Term.</title><content type='html'>Time really flies, and the whole of term 3 is coming to an end. I am going to reflect on what I have done this term. I do not think that I put in effort to maintain my grade. I did not put in the effort to go for my CCA regularly, and I think that my examinations were quite badly done because of my lack of revision for my test. For example, my Geography test. I did not study well for the examination the day before, and when I saw the questions, my mind was blank, and no matter how hard I thought to answer the question, I did not have the key to the questions. As I watched my friends wrote, I reflected on what I have done this term. I thought that what I have done are really insignificant as people were studying for their tests to improve their MSG, but I was at home playing the computer, just like what I am doing now. So much for my talk about improving my MSG last term. Hence, I decided to pick myself up from where I fell. Another reason why I did not know the answers to the questions was because of my lack of concentration in class. I did not bother to what the teachers said and I was day-dreaming, counting bells for the lesson to end so as to go home and play the computer. There was no sense of improvement in me, and I really felt that in the examination. I am not being dramatic. This was what I really thought in the examination. I studied hard to come to this school. I cannot let my effort go into the drain. I must pull up my socks I cannot slack anymore. Another thing to talk about: My CCA. As most of my friends observed this term, I keep putting off my CCA, and I was regularly seen without my shoe bag. I think the reason for this behaviour was because I was dreadful of the tough activities that we have to do for our CCA. When I thought about it, I was tempted to skip CCA, and my temptation got the better of me. I have to go for CCA on a regular basis. I cannot skip my CCA anymore. I need more practise, and I have to go for CCA. I have to run faster. I have to prove my worth. This term is as good as wasted for me. I should starting picking me up from where I fell now. I must score well for my final year examinations. I hope that this reflection will not appear on this blog anymore. I should stop playing. I will try to pay extra attention in class. I will try to put in more effort to study for my tests. I will try to go to CCA on a regular basis. I will make this reflection the first and the last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-2859696920704191140?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2859696920704191140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/08/term.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/2859696920704191140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/2859696920704191140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/08/term.html' title='Term.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-3591251978487615423</id><published>2009-08-09T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T09:33:12.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CIP</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, haven't been posting for days. Today i was specially requested by someone to post, and I shall keep the person's identity secret. Haha. I shall stop beating about the bush and go straight into the point. I am going to talk about my CIP on Friday. We went to school as normal and after taking our temperature, and settling down, we took the bus to Taman Jurong to collect old thingy, such as newspaper and clothing. At first we don't really approve of it, but for the sake of clocking our CIP hours, we went. We were divided into our groups and with our group leader, we went to the our assigned block to collect the old newspaper and clothings. We were shocked to know that  we have to cover a staggering 18 blocks. However, it was not as hard as we thought it to be, as it was early and most of the tenants were not at home. Thus, after waiting for ten seconds, we went away, to the other unit to ask for old newspaper and old clothings. Some od them did not have the old things for us, and some will give us a lot. We faced quite a lot of problems while taking the loads because they were very heavy, but we got over it in quite a while. After we finish collecting the old stuffs, we brought them to the place whereby we put all our stuffs over there. Then we waited for the lorry to arrive so as to take the stuffs away. After transferring them into the lorry, all of us were perspiring. However, we were happy because we clocked quite a number of hours of CIP. Ok that's all for my post today. Quite a short one, but i promise that there will be more posts to come in the future. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-3591251978487615423?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3591251978487615423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/08/cip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/3591251978487615423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/3591251978487615423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/08/cip.html' title='CIP'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-5681973643384320503</id><published>2009-07-30T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:42:05.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discriminations</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody, have not been blogging for days. Ok, today I will go straight to the point. As the topic suggests, I will be talking about discriminations and see if they are behaviors that are acceptable or not. What does discrimination means? It means that it is some kind or form of exclusion or rejection treatment taken toward or against a person of a certain group that is taken in consideration based on class or category. All of us discriminate people that we think that they are inferior to us. Me and one of my friend, whenever walking past a friend, will purposely scold vulgarities at him, just because that he is smarter than us by miles, and then we will walk away giggling and laughing at him. However when I think about it, I will think that our behavior are very nasty and quite overboard. We shouldn’t have walked past him, and booing at him just because that he is better than us in terms of intellectual level. The friend does not have much friends, unlike us, because of his intelligence and people will call him “nerd” or “mugger” whenever when they walk  past him, and thus, no friends would like to befriend him. Can you imagine a life without any friends? When you have troubles, who can you take comfort from? When you are being discriminated, who can stand up for you? This life is totally intolerable, if I were him. I would rather commit suicide. I would not want a lonely life.&lt;br /&gt;Another example is the Bishan Gay. People when seeing him, will scold vulgarities at him. He likes looking at guys wearing short pants, and he will smile at him, or he will step forward and take the initiative to spark off a conversation with him. I can imagine how people will feel if they see someone smiling at them, and staring at them until they are out of sight, not to mention that these behavior comes from a guy. They will feel that they are being stalked, and they will feel frightened. My friend says that he sees him on his way back home, and whenever he sees that he is smiling at him, he will be frightened. Nothing good comes out from his mouth when we talk about him, and instead he will talk about how frightening he is when he smiles at him. Whenever people sees him on the bus, he will smile at them and even if they changes seat, he will still continue to look at him, and not stop until he goes off from the bus. My friend says that he will even take out his phone to snap a picture of you. People on facebook are talking about his behavior and they are “full of praises” for him. However, has it ever striked you that even if his behavior spooks you, but he will not try anything funny on you? When we labeled him as the “Bishan Gay”, “KFC guy”, and the “156 gay”, how will he feel? People have feelings and emotions, and he might have his motive for behaving like that, and he might have his own problems for doing so. We should not shun him, like most people do, however, we can call for help if he tries anything funny on you. We should not discriminate him like that, and insult him by calling him names and scolding vulgarities at him.&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the end of today’s post. Discrimination is no good, as it can hurt people’s feeling, no matter in terms of smartness and how they behave. People cannot control how smart are they, and people cannot control how they behave. We should not shun them. The conclusion of today’s post: do not discriminate people. Thank you, and may our path cross some other time. ( haha, sounds like some fighting show.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-5681973643384320503?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5681973643384320503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/07/discriminations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/5681973643384320503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/5681973643384320503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/07/discriminations.html' title='Discriminations'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-1620771418470165451</id><published>2009-07-02T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:01:37.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lottery, good or not good?</title><content type='html'>This is the first question of today's homework and I will be talking about whether it is good or bad. Lotteries have been called a tax on the poor. Ultimately at only a dollar or two a ticket, anyone can play the lotteries. However, many people become addicted to buying tickets and they can cause family or marital problems. If you are in debt from playing lottery and as a result of it, it will cause worries to your families and if you borrow money from them, they will quarrel with you and as everyone knows, this will spoil the relationship between you and your family members. If you are married, it will be even worse because you have to face them everyday and a quarrel will inevitably break out between the both of you, and no sooner, a family will be broken because of your foolishness to gamble and get addicted in it. However, this is not the point of my post today. If you could control yourself, and treat it as a form of leisure, and not as a form of earning money, nothing will happen between your marriage, not to mention your family members. Why is it that some governments outlaw lottery, a form of gambling which involves the drawing of lots for a prize, while others endorse it to the extent of organizing a national lottery. The country that outlaws lottery does not want its citizen to experience a thrill and indulge in a fantasy of becoming rich. They will cause themselves to become bankrupt at the end of the day and I can see that they are very poor, and that is part of the reason for them not to allow its citizen to take part in the lottery, because of the word “fear”. They are afraid that they will fall into a heap of dept and cause failure to his name at the end of the day, and when they are seen walking on the streets, people will know that this is the person that has gone bankrupt as a result of gambling and they will look at him with strange expression and fingers will be seen pointing at him. The world will also know that the country has some gambling addicts and this is the point that I would like to raise here, that some countries outlaws lottery, because of the word “fear” and this is the word that is stopping them from allowing its citizen to gamble. And why, why do a lot of countries that organises a national lottery is not afraid of this reason? Why is it that countries from Africa, America, South America, Asia and the Australasia are allowed by their governments to buy the lottery. It is because the government allows them to buy lottery because he believes that they will not indulge in it and cause themselves to be labeled a bankrupt at the end of the day. He believes that the citizen of the countries have the self-control to control themselves from doing such a thing. He believes that the citizens treats it as a leisure and this is why the government allows the lottery even in Singapore. Thus, I ask my mother, “Mummy, what will you do if Daddy gets addicted in gambling and cause himself to become a bankrupt?” She said, “I believes that your father has the self-control to stop himself from getting addicted in gambling.” Thus, I can conclude that the countries that allows its citizen to take part in the lottery because of the word “trust”. It is trust that allows the countries to allow its citizen to take part in the lottery. Besides lottery is also a game about luck, it can make people become a millionaire from a poor person. As long as you don’t get addicted into it, you will not fall into a heap of dept. Reference: &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2009/06/232m_lottery_winner_is_true_ra.html"&gt;http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2009/06/232m_lottery_winner_is_true_ra.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have come to an end of my post today. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-1620771418470165451?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1620771418470165451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/07/lottery-good-or-not-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/1620771418470165451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/1620771418470165451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/07/lottery-good-or-not-good.html' title='Lottery, good or not good?'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-8389832509757301982</id><published>2009-06-29T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:29:20.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite poet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LA 2nd home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I am going to talk about my favourite poet, which is the 2nd language arts homework for me. My favourite poet is John Betjeman. I chose this poet because when I was browsing through the names of famous poets when I saw his name and then I clicked on his name. It was a reflex action. When I was going through his biography, I thought that his life was quite interesting, being bullied by bullies because his name sounded like a german. John Betjeman described himself as a "poet and a hack", a sentiment typical of the wry self-deprecating wit that has earned him an indelible place in the affections of the British public, as quoted from the BBC website. John Betjeman had both lonely times and happy times in his childhood. As he was the only son, and had a lonely childhood, with only his partner as a toy teddy bear, Archibald, and taking comfort from it. His happy times during childhood is going for holidays to Trebetherick in Cornwall, where his father&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; owned a number of properties. These were the happy times for Betjeman, and are remembered in his most of his works. He composed many poems in his life, and some of it includes "Christmas", "Business Girls" and "The Olympic Girl."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for my post on my favourite poet today. This are the resources from my research:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://johnbetjeman.com/biography.html"&gt;http://johnbetjeman.com/biography.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/john_betjeman/poems"&gt;http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/john_betjeman/poems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/poetryseason/poets/john_betjeman.shtml"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/poetryseason/poets/john_betjeman.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you.              &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-8389832509757301982?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8389832509757301982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/favourite-poet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/8389832509757301982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/8389832509757301982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/favourite-poet.html' title='Favourite poet'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-7513485730931642818</id><published>2009-06-28T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:10:39.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA homework. First day of e-learning day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size.&lt;br /&gt;But when I start to tell them,They think I'm telling lies.&lt;br /&gt;I say,It's in the reach of my arms&lt;br /&gt;The span of my hips,&lt;br /&gt;The stride of my step,&lt;br /&gt;The curl of my lips.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenally.&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenal woman,&lt;br /&gt;That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk into a room&lt;br /&gt;Just as cool as you please,&lt;br /&gt;And to a man,&lt;br /&gt;The fellows stand or&lt;br /&gt;Fall down on their knees.&lt;br /&gt;Then they swarm around me,&lt;br /&gt;A hive of honey bees.&lt;br /&gt;I say,&lt;br /&gt;It's the fire in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And the flash of my teeth,&lt;br /&gt;The swing in my waist,&lt;br /&gt;And the joy in my feet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenally.&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenal woman,&lt;br /&gt;That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men themselves have wondered&lt;br /&gt;What they see in me.&lt;br /&gt;They try so much&lt;br /&gt;But they can't touch&lt;br /&gt;My inner mystery.&lt;br /&gt;When I try to show them&lt;br /&gt;They say they still can't see.&lt;br /&gt;I say,&lt;br /&gt;It's in the arch of my back,&lt;br /&gt;The sun of my smile,&lt;br /&gt;The ride of my breasts,&lt;br /&gt;The grace of my style.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenally.&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenal woman,&lt;br /&gt;That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you understand&lt;br /&gt;Just why my head's not bowed.&lt;br /&gt;I don't shout or jump about&lt;br /&gt;Or have to talk real loud.&lt;br /&gt;When you see me passing&lt;br /&gt;It ought to make you proud.&lt;br /&gt;I say,&lt;br /&gt;It's in the click of my heels,&lt;br /&gt;The bend of my hair,&lt;br /&gt;the palm of my hand,&lt;br /&gt;The need of my care,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenally.&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenal woman,&lt;br /&gt;That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qns.1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the poem that I will be talking about today. Ok, before I start, there are 5 most common usage of figurative languages are: hyperbole, personification, metaphor, simile and symbolism. The definition of hyperbole is, when used in poetry is used to invoke an emotion or an image. "I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me." is used at the end of every paragraph of the poem, to express the exaggerating emotions of Maya Angelou as a phenomenal wonman. This shows that she is an extraordinary woman and this is an exaggerating form of expressing that. The second usage of figurative language: personification. It means giving an element or an object or abstract the human traits or quality. In this poem, there is no personification as the poem expresses the feeling of a human, and not an animal or an object. The third usage of figurative language is metaphor. It means directly comparing seemingly unrelative subject with or without using the word like: a, as or then. I cannot find any metaphor in this poem. The 4th usage of figurative language is simile. The phrase" It's in the arch of my back" shows us that it is relating back to the inner beauty. The last usage of figurative language is symbolism. In this passage, the symbolism is hidden in the egoistic phrase such as the " the bend of my hair" and "the need of my care" to show that the author of the poem wants to be a woman like the person in the poem&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qns. 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this poem because this poem shows the charm and of an ideal woman, pretty and feminine. While I read this poem, I was fantasized by its words and the meaning. This is a very good poem to describe an extraordinary woman, such that man also will like it, not to mention how the girls will behave when they wake up in the morning to hear the poem. They will have the energy to face the challenges in their life and they will overcome it like how an extraordinary woman does. They will not be bothered by any obstacles for they will have the confidence to overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of my homework today, and thank you. Comments gladly welcomed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-7513485730931642818?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7513485730931642818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/phenomenal-woman-by-maya-angelou-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/7513485730931642818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/7513485730931642818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/phenomenal-woman-by-maya-angelou-pretty.html' title='LA homework. First day of e-learning day.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-7339710725948825016</id><published>2009-06-26T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:57:38.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you know who your friends are?</title><content type='html'>Who are your friends? Are they just friends with you because you are rich or you have things that people envy? Or they are frie \nds who help you in times of need? Which one do you prefer? How do you know who your friends are? Dear readers, good day. Today I am going to touch up on this topic-How do you know who your friends are?&lt;br /&gt;When you are down, who is the person who helps you to get back on your feet and face the reality. When you just quarrelled with your friend, does he/she call you up to make it up with you, let bygones be bygones? When your results are no good, do they call you up to comfort you and offer to help you in your studies. When all your friends push you aside claiming that you are different from them, does the friend stand by you, tell you that you are special in their eyes and he will not set you aside? When you are bullied by others, does your friend help you to get back at the bully? Well, I do have a friend like that. He cherishes friendship a lot, and when you have a fight with him, after a while, he will pretend that nothing had just happened, and make it up with you. You can feel the sense that he cherishes the friendship with you a lot in his eyes and then you will become friends with him again spontaneously again. When I got bad results for my test, he will come forward and spite me, giving me the motivation to work hard to beat him in it, but my results could not match up to his. He will call me first when there is a good news and the happiness in his voice, I can sense that he was trying to share his happiness with me. There was once when people did not like me, but he treated me the same as before. Although he does not tell me that I am special in his eyes, but I can sense that he likes me a lot as a friend this will cheer me up. Whenever I am bullied, he will gang up with me to get revenge. Although this behaviour is no good, but as a friend, I can feel that he helps me in times of need and my mood would be lifted.&lt;br /&gt;Does your friends make friend with you because you have something that they do not have? When you are in trouble, do they help you, or they just stand at a side and watch as you get emotional without comforting you, and they will purposely raise up the matter just to see you in that kind of state again? I also have friends like that, as they do not have the things that I have and that is the reason for them getting together with me. At first I thought that they were really my friends, but as I grew up with them, I can see that they were not really friends with me, and the first thing that they will say when they see me is that they will ask me whether I brought the entertainment, and they will not ask whether I am fine or not.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes allowed me to see whether who are my friends. How about yours? Which friend do you like most? The first type or the second type of friends? I have come to the end of my post today. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-7339710725948825016?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7339710725948825016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-do-you-know-who-your-friends-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/7339710725948825016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/7339710725948825016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-do-you-know-who-your-friends-are.html' title='How do you know who your friends are?'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-4719213764177346283</id><published>2009-06-26T01:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T02:42:09.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is beauty?</title><content type='html'>What is beauty? What is true beauty? Which beauty do you like most? To most people, beauty can be easily seen as it is on the outer most part of our body. Facial expression, muscles, hair, are examples of that. However, no matter how beautiful a person is, the beauty will fade one day. No matter how pretty you are now, in years to come, wrinkles and pimples will form over your face and they will fade away. People may seem to like you now because of how handsome or pretty you are, but your beauty is only for a short while. It will not last long. It is of little significant, and it will disappear from you. During P.E. lesson, when we are changing, some people would show off how muscular they are and their six pack abs and people will hold them in envy, looking at the muscles they have and wondering how much they must train to have that kind of prized possession. However, have you ever thought that the muscles will become fats someday, and they will not be as fit as before. Thus, I would like to say that beauty does not determine one from the other as they will be the same old frail man and woman in years and days to come.&lt;br /&gt;Another form of beauty-Your facial expression. Take, for example, my sister. She cares about her beauty and whenever a pimple is formed on her face, she will scream and apply medicine as though it is the end of the world and her beauty is ruined. She only cares about how she will look in other people's mind. Another example, Korean stars. My sister will hold them in awe as they are very handsome and pretty. However, has she ever thought that their fame only last for a short while and their looks will fade away when age overwhelms them.&lt;br /&gt;True beauty lies in the inner-most part of your body. Athough it cannot be seen easily, it will earn you friends and trust. Although it will take very long to discover the beauty inside you, the beauty will never die. It is your nature, how you treat other people. It is the most important thing that you must have. Take, for example, if a girl that is very pretty but she treats other people like nobody, who will like her. Another girl with the mediocre look, but she has a kind heart, considering about the others, and treat them like they are somebody, everyone, or most people will like her. She will earn a lot of friends.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I would like to conclude that true beauty lies in the inner-most part of your body and it is the most important thing. Any comment? Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-4719213764177346283?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4719213764177346283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/4719213764177346283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/4719213764177346283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-beauty.html' title='What is beauty?'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-5316730668337992865</id><published>2009-06-21T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:16:34.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will having fun make you more happier than studying?</title><content type='html'>"The roots of education are bitter, but the fruits are sweet." This is what I feel. You may think that life is miserable when you are studying now because the syllabus that they teach are far beyond your standards and the homework load and drive you crazy. However, when you think that you are doing this in exchange for a bright future and a better life, you will not feel as bad. You may ask yourself," Why are we studying? Why do we have to go through all these misery? Why suffer when we can enjoy?" Have you ever thought that you wanted to skip school in order to enjoy? Have you ever thought why your parents wanted to send you to a good school for a good education so that you can have a good job, and live in a big building when it seems like it cannot be feasible? You think that this only applies to a small percentage of people but have you ever thought that they went through almost the same things as you? Have you ever thought that this was the fruit of their perseverance to continue their education because they think that it is for their future? Look, but I am not saying that you should not play, but you should prioritise.&lt;br /&gt;You can study, and then you can play. You should complete your homework before you know that playtime's begun and then you can play. Who does not hate studying? Who hates playing? You can sit back and enjoy after a long's day work. Only when you feel that you have achieved something then that you can play. That is what I tell myself very often. Try it, it will be useful. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-5316730668337992865?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5316730668337992865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/wil-having-fun-make-you-more-happier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/5316730668337992865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/5316730668337992865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/wil-having-fun-make-you-more-happier.html' title='Will having fun make you more happier than studying?'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-4732242152593719733</id><published>2009-06-07T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:05:49.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog prompts....</title><content type='html'>If I had the power to eliminate one emotion from the world, obviously, that would be sadness.&lt;br /&gt;I was going through my friend’s blog when I saw that one of my friends posted that he would eliminate happiness if he had the power to do so. I am stunned. Why would a person want to eliminate happiness? Without happiness, the world would be very blunt. Without happiness, even if a person done something that is worth praising, he will not be happy as there is no happiness within every person. He would be celebrating it sadly, and think of it, wouldn’t it be pathetic? If we had happiness, it would be different. We will be celebrating our happiness with our friends and make it even more joyous. If we had happiness, our daily life would be filled with laughter and not sadness, worry about this, worry about that, just walk forward with a smile and take on anything cheerfully, why need to be sad? When I got my results in term 1, I would say that I did it badly but I did not spend the rest of the days “emoing” away like other peoples, and when I got my science paper with the score 16.5/40, I did not scream like some insane person as though it was the end of the world. Instead of screaming in agony, I talked to my friends and laughed. My science teacher thought I was out of my minds and said, “Why, Mark? Very proud of your results issit?” at that moment, glances were casted in my direction and people started asking about my results. I just told them about my grades and without any hesitation. Why should I be sad and tell them the lies? I should just tell them. There is not a need to be sad and we should pick ourselves up from where we fell. Instead of being sad, I thought about how should I improve my grades next term, and of course, my science teacher “helped” me by asking my questions that I did not know. Sometimes I was very pissed off with her but I thought that she was actually teaching me in a sense and I just went on with my classes. I mean, there is not a point to get agitated over a teacher and affect my mood for the rest of the days. I just studied hard for my science test in the second term and my efforts paid off. I got 30/40 for my test. My science teacher was like, “This one is very surprising…Mark, 30/40.” This time, my friends in my class were cheering out loud for me and I shut the mouth of my science teacher up with my grades. The change in attitude of my friends reactions towards me and no doubts, they went forward and praised me, “Wa…Mark seh….” Haha. The joy in me cannot be expressed with any words. It was like honey was scattered over my heart and I felt as though I was on cloud nine. Back to the topic. If there was no happiness, I would be celebrating my success in sadness, and it would be very pathetic. Thus, I think that my friend was wrong by saying that he would eliminate happiness if he had the power to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Particularly during this current recession, where people are having a trouble in looking for jobs, sad face would be seen more on people. They always fret whether how they would continue with their life without and jobs and their rice bowl is dropped on the floor, broken. They always fret whether they would still have the money to pay their electricity bills and other things. They are always scared that they may go bankrupt soon. Thus, they face their daily lives with a sad face and always, a smile is scarcely seen on a person’s face. Even a smile on a person’s face and lift up a person’s day. This is what I learnt from a comprehension passage. Upon seeing people without a smile on a face, I feel pitiful for them. I think that they should carry out their daily activities with a smile and face them positively. Take my friend. Everytime when his results are bad, he would sit in his sit there quietly, not talking to anyone. Even when I took the initiative to cheer him up, he would just give me a smile and continue to “emo in his sit. I wonder, why should people get so worked up over just a test. it is not the end of the world. They should look on the bright side and work hard for the next term. I know it is not easy, but what can you do when what’s done is done. There is no use in crying over the spilt milk. Will “emoing” help you in anyway? Will it help you to get an A1? Why is there a need to be sad?&lt;br /&gt;The comprehension passage also says that you can smile into the mirror and tell yourselves that you can do it everyday in the morning so that it can help to boost your confidence to carry out the daily activities in the days to come, and I think that this is very effective. Try this, to the emotionally affected friends who read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Thus I think that sadness should be eliminated if there is a need to do so and I would definitely eliminate it if I had the power to do so, since the cons of being sad are definitely more than the pros, if there was even any. With this I end my blog post. Thank you. Byeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-4732242152593719733?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4732242152593719733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-prompts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/4732242152593719733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/4732242152593719733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-prompts.html' title='Blog prompts....'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-424030723851400640</id><published>2009-06-04T22:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:06:59.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>having boy-girl relationship...</title><content type='html'>Today after my training I was on my way home when I saw two hwa chong junior college students on the bus. They were sitting at the back and behaving very intimately, and I shall respect them by not telling you what they did, no matter how much they did not deserve it as firstly, they were destroying the school’s reputation, not to mention that is was hwa chong, the biggest secondary school in southeast asia. Wonder what will people react, especially the parents and they will not send their children to hwa chong. They will think that hwa chong produced this kind of students instead of nurturing them into the future leader of our country. Secondly, they are neglecting their studies if they have a relationship will each other. They are in junior college and if they don’t do well, they will not be able to go to a good university, particularly when competition is very fierce among every people in the society. If they don’t get a good certificate, their future will be ruined. Thirdly relationship will cause deviation from family. If you go out with your girlfriend all day and you go home very late your parents will be worried for you and what will they do if they are worried about you? They will express it by nagging at you. If your parents nag at you, what will you do? You will talk back and then what happens? A quarrel will break up between you and your parents. Your parents care about you, and you “repay” them by scolding them. This shows that you do not understand your parents at all. Who are the ones who brought you into this world? Your parents. Who are the ones who brought you up? Your parents. Who are the ones who stood up for you when you are bullied and scolded the bully? Your parents. All these are about your parents. But at the end of the day, what do they get? Your scolding them for being a busybody. You do not appreciate what your parents have done for you. When you have troubles, your girlfriend will at most just comfort you, but they do not do anything to help you. Your parents are the ones who helped you and comfort you to get up and carry on with life.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I would like to conclude that having relationships is detrimental for us, students, no matter in terms of your personal well being and the affection of the people around you. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-424030723851400640?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/424030723851400640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/having-boy-girl-relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/424030723851400640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/424030723851400640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/having-boy-girl-relationship.html' title='having boy-girl relationship...'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-8543148753371151947</id><published>2009-06-01T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:21:35.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia...</title><content type='html'>Today as I came back from my torturous training, I was on the bus when it passed my primary school, which was wrote on the wall, De La Salle School. Memories came back to me at that instant. I could remember the scene whereby I was playing soccer with my friends and scoring a goal, after that running up and down the field celebrating my goal( mind you, I am one of the best soccer player in my school). Life was so carefree at that time, I could do what I like. Every scene of my teacher teaching us, me and my friends walking around the school during recess and the scene of bullying girls and how they retaliated flashed back in my minds. However, today, in secondary school, it was different. Very different. Competitions was among everybody, no matter in terms of academics and our physical fitness. We treated it as though our life was on the line and fought till the end. In primary school, competition was not very important among the students and if they lose, they admit. In secondary school if we lost in something, we will fight hard to win in the other event to prove that we are no pushovers. It was no fun. I am primary school-sick. How I wished that time will go slower in primary six and let me enjoy the last feeling of being in a primary school, let time stop there, and never to go. Time is merciless. In the blink of an eye, I released myself to the outside world and took a look at how people are really like. I am frightened. When the exams are nearing, when you want to lend some notes from your friends, even when they are your best friends, they may not want to lend it to you. This is how humans hearts are. They are vicious. Soon, the bus came to a stop and I alighted from it. Nostalgia came back and caused me to think this much and post today. Ok. Gtg. Byeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-8543148753371151947?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8543148753371151947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/8543148753371151947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/8543148753371151947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia...'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-2607476744325341651</id><published>2009-05-28T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T04:51:18.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first semester as a secondary one student.</title><content type='html'>My first semester as a secondary one student&lt;br /&gt;After approximately 6 months, the semester has come to an end. Time really flies. A boy who first came into the 90 year old school has now finished his first semester and is heading into the June holidays and then the third term. I couldn’t adapt to the school at first, as it was so big (well, not because of that), and I had to take a staggering 7 subjects from a mere 4. Plus I have EP3, and thus I couldn’t manage well by balancing EP3 with the homework given to us from our various teachers. This resulted in my MSG (mean subject grade, not the salty thingy) going very high and caused me to be one of the lousiest in the class. However, in term 2, I got used to it and besides balancing my EP3 well with my homeworks, although I had to stay up late in the night sometimes to do it. Perhaps, I thought to myself, this is secondary school. Compared to my primary school, it was very much different; more subjects, a bigger school, more friends who seemed like strangers and of course, different teachers. In primary school, whenever there was any conflict with my friends, I would automatically go to the teacher and complain about it to her, but now I am in secondary school, I knew the situation was different, and the teachers will be too busy to entertain us. Thus, we had to settle the arguments among us. I had to pick up the courage to apologize, as much as I hated it, make up, and bury the hatchet with him, let bygones be bygones.&lt;br /&gt;When I first came here for the secondary one orientation,  I was very unfamiliar with the environment. It was as though I was lost in a forest. Any idea how big is Hwa Chong? A staggering 33 hectares!! Compared to my primary school, my primary school was like a needle in a hay. I did not know where to find my way at first, but I got smart. I used the hall as a landmark and wherever I went, I would remember where the hall was from the place and after that, I could get back there.&lt;br /&gt;My EP3 is track and field-sprinting. Thus the training is about 4 days per week(imagine that!) and it is about 2 ½ hours per training. By the time training ends, my body will be aching all over and I will always need to drag my heavy legs back home. When competition is nearing, there will be even more training, resulting in my energy being used up and being tired. Thus, the quality of my work will not be as good as the others, and the next day I will not have the energy to pay attention in class. All these require adaptation. In a term’s time, I got used to it and I learnt more about time management as during the interval before my EP3, I would take out my work and finish it. Thus, by the time I drag my weary body back home, I can revise a little bit and go to bed. Don’t get the wrong idea guys, for my EP3 is not entirely that bad. Yes, it may be tiring, but the training is fun. I get along well with my friends in my EP3 and sometimes, we can play soccer in training. The coach will also let us do hurdles. I am not bragging but I am one of the best hurdlers. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;There are quite a lot of events that happened in the first and second term. An example is the secondary one camp, whereby I got to bond with my friends and got closer to them. I also learnt how to work with each other, got to learn about leadership qualities and some life skills.&lt;br /&gt;Another important event was the track and field finals, whereby we went to the Choa Chu Kang sports complex to watch the runners pit themselves against the other athletes from other schools. We cheered the runners on and I think that this played an important part in our school being able to clinch the double champions for the B and C boys group. You may think that cheering is not of much help to the runners from our school, but can you imagine the scene whereby the runner is going to give up, but after we cheered them on, they suddenly gained the power to cross the finishing line.&lt;br /&gt;One of the events that happened in our school was the influenza A, H1N1, or commonly known as the swine flu. Our school took safety precautions, taking temperature almost every morning, and closing the gates of our school. I think that the precautions taken are good, besides, it is better to be safe than sorry.&lt;br /&gt;As we are heading onto the June holidays, everyone is in high spirits, but let’s not forget that we have a lot to do during the long holidays. We have to complete our ACEs, as there will not be time in term 3 for us because of the preparations for the exams and the coming End of Year examinations. Thus, we have to do our ACE as it is important (10 % of the whole results). Even if you got 65 marks, if you max your ACE, won’t it be 75 marks and an A1for us?&lt;br /&gt;After calculating my MSG this term, it should be around 2.5, and it is an improvement for me, as my MSG last term was 4.67. In term 3, I want to make it better, as we should seek places for improvements every single time. It will not be easy, but I believe that, with hard work, I can do it. By managing my time more wisely, I can do it. By paying attention in class, I can do it. I will excel in my academics and my EP3!! Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-2607476744325341651?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2607476744325341651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-first-semester-as-secondary-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/2607476744325341651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/2607476744325341651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-first-semester-as-secondary-one.html' title='My first semester as a secondary one student.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-8926213057654062697</id><published>2009-05-21T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T02:09:33.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the process or the results better?</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody. If I am not wrong, yesterday was the Hwa Chong-Nanyang Girls combined sports meet. I am not going to talk about that. Ok, I wil give you a little infomation. I only won one medal, and that is from the 4x100m relay race. The 100m race, I didn't win anything. Haha. But that is not the objective of today's post. Today's post is: Is the process of the race or the results of the race better?  &lt;br /&gt;When asked this question, most of the people would say,'' The results is better," because people only focus on the results, but who cares about the process? Although the process of the race is important as it plays an important part in the results, the results is obviously more being bothered about by the other people, and no one would want to care about the process of the race. They only care about getting into the top three positions in the race, and the process is not being cared about by the racers. I asked one of my friends whether the results or the process is more inportant, and without waiting for my answer, he immediately replied," It is obvious the reults right?" However, in my opinion, I think that the process is more impotant. If you do not put in effort, and you only care about the results, what for caring about it when you didn't even put in the effort needed to win the race, and you will for sure end up losing the race. Take, for example, me. I only care about the results of the race, and did not bother to put in the effort. Thus, in the finals of the 100m, I ended up on the losing end, without winning anything. Thus,  after the race, I thought about it and think that," Hey, the process is better. Why care about the results when I only want to win and not put in any effort?"&lt;br /&gt;Another live example is your exams. If you only care about the results and not care about putting in the effort, how can you score well? However, on the other hand, if you bother to study and not thinking about scoring well, you can for sure score better than the person in the first example. I am not saying that the results is not important, but if the process has a higher priority over the results. Thus, I would like to conclude that the process is more important than the results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-8926213057654062697?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8926213057654062697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-process-or-results-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/8926213057654062697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/8926213057654062697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-process-or-results-better.html' title='Is the process or the results better?'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-3986600754785012112</id><published>2009-05-18T05:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:09:11.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My results plus reflections</title><content type='html'>Hey yo people. Back here to post. This time I amm going to talk about my results.My results are as shown below:&lt;br /&gt;Chinese:A1&lt;br /&gt;Maths:A2&lt;br /&gt;Language Arts:B4&lt;br /&gt;Lower Secondary Science:A1&lt;br /&gt;Integrated Humanities:A2&lt;br /&gt;Infocomm Studies:C5&lt;br /&gt;Mean Subject Grade:2.5&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think that I had made an improvement in my msg, but I am still lagging behind a lot of people in the class, and there is still room for improvement. I will work hard next term and "beautify" my msg, and it is no good to be too salty, better make it as low as possible. I will improve on the subjects that I am weak on such as LA and IS as I think that for IS, I did not put in as much effort as the other subjects, thus I will take note of that, and for LA, I did not read the book well and I did not bother to memorise the important quotations, but I wil try to do it next term. As for the good subjects, I will try to maintain it. I know that it will not be easy as the term goes on and on, and the current will get stronger and stronger, thus we will need to row the boat as hard as possible in spite of the fact that we know that it will be tiring, but wat we will get at the other side of the river will be worth what we are working for. Mark can do it!! He will overcome the numerous  hurdles in the 400m race and persevere till the end. He will succeed one day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-3986600754785012112?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3986600754785012112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-results-plus-reflections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/3986600754785012112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/3986600754785012112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-results-plus-reflections.html' title='My results plus reflections'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-5953725885909873646</id><published>2009-05-11T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T06:21:11.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's day...</title><content type='html'>Hey yo dudes. How long has it been since I last came to this website? Err.. let me think...five days? No, too short.  Ten days? Too short too. Fifteen days? Bahhh, forget about that. Ok, what special occasion was it yesterday? Yes, it is mother's day. On this day, people are supposed to bring their mother out for dinner, show gratitude to them for bring them up, err... can't think of anything more. On this day, people are supposed to think about how their mother went to great lengths to bring them up. Have you ever thought of how hard it was to bring about a weight in your stomach for 9 months? Have you ever thought about how happy they feel when you all come to earth as a little baby? No we won't, cause we are boys and we wouldn't feel what they feel. Have you ever thought of how your mother will feel when you scream at them and talk back to them? They will think that it is their fault that they have not brought you up well. They will think that their efforts to bring you into the earth up is down to the drain. The day before yesterday I had a quarrel with my mother. I grumbled when I was told to do something. I talked back to her. I thought that I had triumphed when she kept silent. However, after a few moments, I did not feel so. I felt guilty. I felt as though a sword had pierced through my heart. I did not know why did I feel that when I thought about what I said to her. The feeling was automatic. I looked at my mother for a moment. I saw wrinkles on her face. I felt that she was older. She was not the young pretty mother she was. She was left into the house to "rot" because she wanted to take care of us. What I am now, where I am now, was due to her. It was due to her sacrificial of her youth did I went into Hwa Chong Institution, all my achievements cannnot be done without her. Thus, today, wat I want to say to my mother is," Happy mothers' day, my dearest mother!! May you live in bliss for your life!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-5953725885909873646?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5953725885909873646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/5953725885909873646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/5953725885909873646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s day...'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-1232904142374790207</id><published>2009-04-24T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:21:21.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theft cases happening in our classes recently</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!! I am back!! Today I am going to post about the the theft cases that happened in our classes recently. We had a lot of things stolen, such as wallet, files, handphone and money. Some of us like to put our wallet and handphone on the table, and thus, this might be a bait luring thieves to steal our belongings. If you don't want your things to go missing or get stolen, don't put it on the table. Your files. Don't we have a locker at the back of the classroom? You can put it there. Some of our classmates files are very organised and with little corrections, and it might be very suitable for them to go through the notes when examinations come and people will steal it for them to read and they don't even consider about the victim. How is he/she going to revise for his/her test? People also steal other people's money without considering how the person is going to eat for his lunch and break. If the person needs the moner to pay his tuition fees, then wouldn't it be worse? All of this comes down to your morals. This is an act of selfishness and will cause the others to look at you at a very bad manner, saying that your parents have not done well in teaching you the right morals for a man. When you are injured, your parents will worry about you. When you have the bad morals, your parents will be embarrassed, and they will think that it is their fault that they have done badly in bringing you up. Do you think that it is worth it?? I don't think so. What do you all think?? Please comment. Thanks and bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-1232904142374790207?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1232904142374790207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/04/theft-cases-happening-in-our-classes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/1232904142374790207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/1232904142374790207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/04/theft-cases-happening-in-our-classes.html' title='Theft cases happening in our classes recently'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-5792701373720930762</id><published>2009-04-24T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:06:24.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!! It has been years since I posted on this blog!! Do you all miss me?? Awww. Haha. Ok, today I am going to talk about the track and field finals yesterday, and it so happened that yesterday was my birthday, and so surprisingly, Hwa Chong Institution won the track and field finals!! Haha, is it because of me?? I don't know, but I am just glad that Hwa Chong retained their B division and C division champions title. We reached there about 1.45 pm and went into the respective places to sit down. I am in track and field and thus I went along with the track and fielders. We were cheering out loud for every HwaChong competitor, no matter in javelin, sprinting, high jump, long jump, shot put or discus. I must say that all of the members of the HwaChong track and field teams did well to win the B and C boys champions. Our A boys did well, but not not better than RIJC and VJC who win first and champions respectively. This is a part that I think that we need to improve on as we want to win everything, everything and EVERYTHING!! After much cheering the events ended well, with the weather on our side. After getting champions for the B and C boys we went to a Sakura restaurant for a buffet in reward for our hard work. We ate a hearty dinner and went back to SALT center to stay over for night. We slept only at 4+ when almost all of the team watched a movie called "Doom". We didn't bothered much about the movie as it doesn't appeal much to us at all. Thus, Dexter, Chris and I stayed back in our room to play. Only me and Chris played soccer until 4 while Dexter was sleeping like a log that he did not even bother about the noise caused by us, even when the ball hit his head. We thought that we was silly, sleeping when people are enjoying themselves but the ones at the losing ends were us, when we didn't payed much atttention to the teacher when she was talking in the class as we were sleepy and most of the time we weren't listening to her. Even now, when I am posting on my blog, I am reeking of fatigue and sooner or later I will fall asleep in the midst of posting on this blog, thus I am going to call it a days work and go back to my cozy bed for a good night sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Home Sweet Home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-5792701373720930762?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5792701373720930762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/5792701373720930762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/5792701373720930762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-2424210411962217506</id><published>2009-04-09T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:42:16.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened at Macdonalds yesterday</title><content type='html'>Hey all. Long time no post. Haha. Ok, you all should know why I am here typing today right?? Yes, that is to post on my blog. Today I am going to talk about what happened at macdonalds yesterday. As yesterday was the Project's Day preliminary rounds, we did not have lesson. Rejoice!! However, we had to sit at class 4A1 to listen to the various groups talking about their powerpoint slides. Our group, comprising Marcus, Grady and Jeffrey and me, were the second to go, and thus, we had to wait until 1.20 before we were "released out of the bird cage." We could finally smell fresh air when we were released. After that, we went to have our lunch at the Macdonalds near King Edward Park. After we had finished our lunch, we were sitting there, chatting and laughing when we saw something that attracted our attention. We saw a group of boys trying to make a  new "concoction". They added chili sauce, curry sauce, sugar, salt, coffee powder, french fries and veggies into a small box and they started to stir them into a colour of brownish orange( Yucks!!). They were grinning at each other. After that, one of them made a dare," If anyone of you all and drink this up, I will give you $4. All of his friends said no except for one, who wanted to take up the dare. His friends tried to stop him from doing it but their advices fell on deaf ears. He tried the concoction with a straw and after that drank it up. All of them were laughing in a very evil sound and the boy had no choice but to give him the $4. After that they left. An uncle came to clear the table and when he saw that the table was full of sauces, french fries leftover and the veggies was poured all over the table. The uncle grimaced as he cleaned the table. I felt for the uncle as he had to clean up the table when it wasn't his doing. From this, we can conclude that the group of boys were unresponsible. Not only that, I also want to talk about why the boy drank up the concoction that was so disgusting. Was he in lack of money? Was he that desperate for money. In this financial crisis, we are really in fact in need of money, but do we have to do such a thing to earn money?? What if the boy got a stomachache and he was in pain? He will have to visit the docter and will have to pay even more for the medical fees. He was actually gambling his health for money and that was not the right thing to do. If I was the boy and I was really in need of money, I will not stoop to such methods to earn $4. I can only say that it was really foolish of the boy to drink up the concoction in order for $4. Ok, that is the end of my blog post. What do you all think?? Please comment. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-2424210411962217506?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2424210411962217506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-happened-at-macdonalds-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/2424210411962217506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/2424210411962217506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-happened-at-macdonalds-yesterday.html' title='What happened at Macdonalds yesterday'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-6447330669912806511</id><published>2009-03-27T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:31:38.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened in the class yesterday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went back to my class after recess and I was shocked to find out that the floor surrounding my table was wet, my empty water bottle was on the floor, and everyone in the class was standing. I knew that the water from my water bottle had flowed out, but I didn't know who was the person. Looking at the wet floor, the first thing that came into my mind was to wipe up the water and thus, I went to the toilet and found out that Grady was there also, rinsing the rags. I took some tissues and went back to the class and started to wipe up the water on the floor. After I finished wiping, I went to the toilet to wash my hands and went back to the class. Only three person out of the 34 persons in the class wiped away the water. As it was LA period, Miss Soh was in the class and of course, she scolded the class for giving "eye power" and not helping to wipe away the water and instead, stood there and watch as three of the students in class helped the water and not giving help. She asked us whether there was any problem on the floor, what problem will it cause and why was it not a problem to most of the pupil in the class and gave us a homework, and that is to blog about it. Today I am going to blog about the questions that she asked us.&lt;br /&gt;Why was it a problem??&lt;br /&gt;It is a problem as the water was at the front of the class and people may fall when they walk into the class due to the fact that water reduces friction and if the person's shoe sole has worn off, then he will fall very easily. Plus, if the person's shoes are dirty, and he walks into the class, he will dirty the floor. If the whole class does the same thing, what will happen? I think all of you will know.&lt;br /&gt;Why was it not a problem to most of the students in the class??&lt;br /&gt;I think that the students may be thinking that it is none of their problem as it does not affect them and they did not bother to lend a helping hand. As the water was not spilt near their seats, they think that the persons whom the water was spilt closest to will do the job by helping to clean the floor. Besides, they see nobody cleaning the floor, and thus, they don't think that there is a need to help and be the odd one out.&lt;br /&gt;What do I feel??&lt;br /&gt;I feel that since this is a class, we have a part in keeping the class clean, and not to wait for others to make the first move, then after that, you follow what the person does. If the whole class helps to clean up the class, then the floor will be spick and span in no time. We do not have to wait for others to make the first move. We are leaders, we should have the initiative that a leaders possesses. We are a class, and we should have the teamwork that a class should have. This is a very good lesson for us as we learnt more about helping each other and not standing there and give "eye power".&lt;br /&gt;What do you all think?? Please comment. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-6447330669912806511?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6447330669912806511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-happened-in-class-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/6447330669912806511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/6447330669912806511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-happened-in-class-yesterday.html' title='What happened in the class yesterday'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-4613463188740907792</id><published>2009-03-25T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T07:39:20.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaders</title><content type='html'>Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln (1809-65) is the 16th President of the United States. He kept the union together and eliminated slavery. Lincoln was consistent and unswerving in his demand that freedom, choice, and self-government be understood. He also made extraordinary efforts to attain knowledge while working on a farm, splitting rails for fences, and keeping store at New Salem, Illinois. He was a captain in the Black Hawk War, spent eight years in the Illinois legislature, and rode the circuit of courts for many years. Even his law partner said that his ambition was an engine that knew no rest. Many Americans think of Abraham Lincoln, above all, as the president who freed the slaves. Immortalized as the "Great Emancipator," he is widely regarded as a champion of black freedom who supported social equality of the races, and who fought the American Civil War (1861-1865) to free the slaves as he regarded slavery as an evil and harmful institution.&lt;br /&gt;In 1856, Lincoln became a member of the Republican Party and quickly became a political front-runner as a moderate who could woo both conservatives and abolitionists. However, Lincoln did not completely oppose slavery as he believed that it was an evil that should be contained and not allowed to grow. After gaining recognition as a possible vice presidential candidate in 1856, he was picked to oppose Stephen Douglas in the Illinois senatorial race. It was during this race that Lincoln and Douglas began a series of famous debates over the topic of slavery. While Lincoln lost the race, he became a pick for the Republican presidential bid in 1860 and won the presidency with a minority of the popular. Lincoln presided over the country during one of its most tumultuous periods. However, despite the ravaging of America's Civil War, Lincoln was able to maintain the continuity of the Union. The main goals during his presidency were restoration and preservation of the Union. Although he is often remembered as " The Great Emancipator", Lincoln, not wanting to alienate any American, at first tried to preserve the integrity of the Union by allowing for a gradual elimination to slavery. Yet, later he realized that in order for the Union to prevail slavery must end. Consequently, on September 22, 1862 Lincoln issued an attempted to free Confederate slaves. In addition to being both doubtful legally and feasibly, Lincoln's efforts only freed a minority of slaves and didn't come into full effect until after his death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-4613463188740907792?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4613463188740907792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/leaders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/4613463188740907792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/4613463188740907792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/leaders.html' title='Leaders'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-4175835192516006884</id><published>2009-03-24T23:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:44:00.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Literature Homework Question 5</title><content type='html'>The story, The Lottery, is a annual barbaric ritual which is taken place in a small American town with a population of about three hundred people on the 27th of June. This is a ritual whereby the locals display a strange and somber mood. After the head of each family draws a small piece of paper, one slip with a black spot indicates the paritcular family has been chosen. In this story, the Hutchinson family is chosen. Then each of the members of the family draws again to see which family member "wins," and Tessie Hutchinson was the “lucky” one. She is then stoned to death by everyone present, including her own family, as well as both the young boys and young girls as a sacrifice to ensure a good harvest.&lt;br /&gt;Her friend, Mrs. Delacroix, warm and friendly in her natural state, selected such a large stone she had to pick it up with both hands to stone Mrs. Hutchinson. A big stone, when you throw it at someone, is very painful. This shows how the current society is. Your friends may seem friendly to you a moment or two, then after that, they will stab you in the back. This is how selfish human-beings are. They only care about themselves and don’t bother about what bad things that will happen to others. No matter what misfortunes befall you, they will not care about you. They will think that they are not in any trouble, and what has it to do with them. Even her children and her husband were involved in stoning her to death. She cared about her kins so much, but in the end, she had no one to depend on as she was brought into the middle of the crowd and being stoned to death. Her husband forced the  paper slip out of Mrs. Hutchinson and held it up high to show that she was the chosen one. Everyone stoned her to death without having to think about how pain would the process would be and how hurt would the person being stoned to think that even her loved ones were stoning her to death. They did put themselves into the shoes of the other person and think about them. Initially, Mrs. Hutchinson assent to the idea of stoning, but after she was  picked to be stoned, she screamed," it isn't fair! It isn't right!" Tessie's sudden change of heart upon having her own name chosen serves to highlight the hypocrisy of a society in which violence is accepted until it becomes the person himself or herself. If a group of gangsters wanted to kill someone, you will not be scared as it is none of your business if the person was killed because of the fact that you are not him, you will not be scared. This is human nature. Human nature are cruel, and it is not wrong of them to kill. However, after killing the person, the gangsters wanted to kill you, you will be afraid and you will have no choice but to give in and let them kill you. This also applies to Tessie Hutchinson. Thus, the author wrote this story to express that human nature is unfair. It is in human nature to kill and that is unfair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-4175835192516006884?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4175835192516006884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/literature-homework-question-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/4175835192516006884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/4175835192516006884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/literature-homework-question-5.html' title='Literature Homework Question 5'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-5562850172869215840</id><published>2009-03-21T06:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T06:55:41.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework</title><content type='html'>Homework. This is a word that every students in Singapore would know. Why do students have homework? It is to know how well they can cope in that particular topic. Why do students have examinations? It is to know how well they do. When you are in primary 1, the homework load is very little, and slowly, as you grow older and older, your homework load increases. When you go into secondary 1 after you graduated from primary 6, you will be shocked by the amount of homework you will have, just like I do. The number of subjects increase, and so will your homework. Let's just say, if you are given two choices, 1: have a longer time in school, but you can finish your homework in school. 2: have a shorter time in school, but you will have to bring your back to do. I will definitely pick choice 1 as I am a person who doesn't have time management, and I will do my homework in the last minute. If you don't have homework when you reach home everyday, you can do other things like play, revise your homework, watch television etc. If you do your homework in school after your teacher taught you that topic, you will absorb more of what your teacher says in class. However, if you do your homework when you reach home, you will forget what your teachers say and you will have some difficulties doing your question. Thus, if there was no homework, wouldn't it be better. Besides, a lot of people have tuition and their tuition teacher will also give them tuition work. You will also have CCAs. By the time you reach home, it will be night time and if you have shcool work and your tuition work to do, by the time you finish your homework, that will be very late. If you finish your homework in school, then you will have time to do your tuition work. Thus, I think that it will be better to do our homework in school as the benefits is definitely more than the flaws. What do you all think?? Please comment. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-5562850172869215840?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5562850172869215840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/homework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/5562850172869215840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/5562850172869215840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/homework.html' title='Homework'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-4393097311100639791</id><published>2009-03-20T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:37:57.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxi drivers nowaday</title><content type='html'>Hey people. It has been days since I posted the last time. Yesterday I went to my grandmother's house. It was rather late when we left the house and there was no bus in sight. Thus, we decided to take the taxi. We flagged a taxi and we got on it. As you know, now the whole world are facing a financial crisis and lesser and lesser people want to take the taxi because of the tremendous increase in taxi fares. The taxi-drviers, also are facing a difficulty with the price of the oil going up. Thus, the taxi driver drove as slow as he could so that he could earn more money. At a traffic light, he saw a the green light turning amber and he jerked to a stop at once as though it was a red light. He could have cross, but he did not. We thought it was okay as he wanted to be safe, but it wasn't to be. He did that for all the traffic lights. Any idea how pissed off were we?? We wanted to get home as soon as possible and there was the taxi driver trying to drive as slow as he could. There were two ways to get to our home. One way was short and with little traffic light, and the other was long with a lot of traffic lights. This taxi driver took the long way without even asking us. By the time we got home, it was way past midnight. I was too tired to think about the taxi driver, but today, after I woke up, I pondered about it and I feel that taxi drivers nowaday was too much. They are facing a financial crisis, but aren't we also facing the same thing as they are? Besides, their job is too send us to our destination as soon as possible, this is a very basic thing that they should do, and not to earn as much as possible. I mean, earning money is important, but so is service, which is much more important. They need to earn a living, and we are also doing the same thing. We work hard for our money, and they should also be doing the same thing. My uncle is also a taxi driver, and he also work very hard, especially during the bad times. To earn money, they have to work hard, and not to drive as slow as they can to earn more money. They should work even harder, during this financial crisis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-4393097311100639791?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4393097311100639791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/taxi-drivers-nowaday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/4393097311100639791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/4393097311100639791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/taxi-drivers-nowaday.html' title='Taxi drivers nowaday'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-8618574122801211747</id><published>2009-03-16T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T05:17:33.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Utd vs Liverpool:1-4</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Last Sunday I woke up with a shock to find out that Liverpool won over title rivals at the Theatre Of Dreams to breathe new life into the title race to win 4-1 over 10-man Man Utd as the champions of europe and england suffered their first home  loss in the season.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liverpool went to Old Trafford in high spirits after trouncing Real Madrid 4-0 in the UEFA Champions League to proceed to the quarter-finals. Man Utd played against Inter Milan the following day, which means Liverpool had an extra recovery time. It was very remarkable for Liverpool as they got their second 4  goal haul of the week, and it was not against any other club. It was against two of the europe's best. Cristiano Ronaldo put the host in front from the penalty spot after goalkeeper Reina sent Park Ji-Sung falling. However, Liverpool got back into the game after a blunder from Vidic sent Torres one-on-one with goalkeep Van Der Sar. Torres made the best of his chance to score the equaliser past Van Der Sar. A minute before half-time, Gerrard scored from the penalty box after he was brought down by Patrice Evra. It was 2-1 to Liverpool as the half ended. In the 76th minute, Vidic fouled Gerrard outside the penalty box. Red card. Fabio Aurelio scored from the free-kick, leaving Van Der Sar rooted on the ground. Liverpool did not stop attacking and they were rewarded with a goal in the 90th minute after Pepe Reina's goal kick reached Andrea Dossena and he made no mistake in securing a 4-1 win over Man Utd as he lifted the ball over Van Der Sar to put the ball into the back of the net. All 3 points went deservingly to Liverpool as they outplayed, outsmarted and outmuscled over Man Utd. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Probably, Liverpool having an extra day rest could be a factor, maybe United was complacent after the 2-0 win over Inter, but this does not matter now. United have to pick themselves up from where they fell and focus on the coming visit to Craven Cottage for a match against Fulham. United won 4-0 the last time they went there and it should not be a problem. Although United lost, all is not lost. They are still four points at the top of the table with a game in hand. Let's hope that Man Utd will not make anymore mistakes and try not to drop anymore points. If they can do that, in no time, they will be the champions of England. Perhaps they will end up winning an unpreceeded quituple. No one knows, but now the question is in whether United can have enough fire to last till the end of the season. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-8618574122801211747?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8618574122801211747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/man-utd-vs-liverpool1-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/8618574122801211747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/8618574122801211747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/man-utd-vs-liverpool1-4.html' title='Man Utd vs Liverpool:1-4'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-6125959347796606834</id><published>2009-03-14T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T06:38:21.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>Hey yo everyone. Today I was having dinner at a place called Shin Tokyo. It was opened recently and has a promotion selling white plates at $0.99 and as you know, singaporeans are famous for their kiasu-ism, there was a long queue in front of the place. Finally, after waiting for 15minutes, it was our turn. We went in and we got a seat that was far away from the conveyor belt and we had to order the sushi from the waiter. I thought that the food was going to come very quickly as we cannot take the sushi just as we liked, but we had to wait for 5 minutes before we could get our food. We were like starving already when the food came and we finished the food in mouthfuls. Before we knew that, the food was relished by us and we had to order somemore. Again, we waited for our food for like 5 minutes before they came again. When my mother asked a waitress for vinegar as there was none on the table, again we had to wait. It was only after my mother asked the waitress again before we got it. They should have put the vinegar, the soy sauce and everything that was needed on the table before we came to the table. This shows how "well" prepared the waiters were. Besides, the fact that they brought the vinegar lately to us is also another example of how "well" their service was. While taking down our orders, a waitress didn't know whether they still had that sushi and she actually said that she was too busy and forgot whether they still had that dish. Although I understand that they were busy, they should not forget what dish they still had. This is a basic thing that a waitress should be doing. If we need to wait so long before we can get our food, then what will happen if a person is rushing for a plane flight to England with the expensive food and drinks and he cannot be full?? He might as well go to a fast food restaurant and order something which is cheaper and he can be full. I feel that if the sushi shop cannot cope during the peak hours, especially during the weekends, they should employ more staffs so that they can give the orders to the customers as soon as possible so that they will not wait for such a long time. If you ask me, out of 10,what is my rating for the sushi shop, my answer will be 2. 1 for the ambience and the other, for comforting them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-6125959347796606834?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6125959347796606834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/blah-blah-blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/6125959347796606834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/6125959347796606834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/blah-blah-blah.html' title='blah blah blah'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-603057237020672445</id><published>2009-03-13T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:47:38.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sec 1 camp</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone. I am back from the camp. I survived the camp!! Yeah!! Ok, today I am going to talk about the camp. Ok, our group were very lucky to be able to sleep in the dormitry while the others were sleeping in the tents and the hut thingy which was no where comfortable than our dorm. Haha, how lucky were we huh?? All the I-sparkers slept in the dorm except 1/6 of the ortusians, which so happened to be us. Be jealous!! Haha, but it was damn dirty. I kept on scratching on the second night because of my sensitive skin. Oh yeah, and we shared the dorm with the i-sparkers. They were so noisy during the night and disturbed our sleep. They even did things that were too "good" to be told. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the talk of my lodging has came to an end. Now I am going to talk about the foods. Our first meal wasn't very good. The rice was not cooked well and the smell of the veggies put me off. I was surprised that some were able to finish the food. This is camp food, if you don't want to eat, then you will have to starve till dinner. However hard I wanted to put the food into my mouth, they just reject it. Cannot blame me :)&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to talk about the first day. After the lunch we had simple cooking lesson whereby we have to cook simple food. Then after that we went on to the wet activities. We had to slide down into a muddy pond which was called the milo pond, but the pond wasn't dirty. It was only smelly. But it was fun, just that I got my shirts, shorts and shoes dirty. After that we had team building activity. We had to climb up a low wall. Chris managed to climb up both the first and the second wall while I only managed to climb up the second wall. But I was happy to know that only me and him can climb up the wall. After that we had another team building activity then we went back to the dorm to bathe and went down for dinner. I didn't bathe at all during the whole camp.(Yucks!! Disgusting rite??) After dinner we had some cheers practice and that's all for day1.&lt;br /&gt;The next day I woke up to know that Man Utd won Inter 2-0. Yeah!! Ronaldo and Vidic got onto the score sheet and Man Utd procceeded to the quarter-finals in their quest for a quintuple. Haha, guess how I got that news?? Yep, I got it from Yee Hark. Haha. His phone was able to connect to the internet. Ok, enough talk about that. I will go all day long if I keep on talking about it. Then after that we had another team building game called the TP shuffle. We are supposed to sit on a log in a very obscene manner. We are to sit in a random position and then we have to change into our index number without talking. After that we changed into our wet attire and we went for the rafting activity. I did not get wet as I did not go into the water because of the fact that there were too many people. After rafting we had some fun and fitness games. Firstly we played the game called ultimate frisbee. We won 3-0. How was that huh?? Haha. We thrashed the other team like crazy man. I scored one goal and assisted another. At the last minute of the game, the other team tried two last shots on goal and miraculously, I blocked both of them. Haha. Because of that, they voted me as the man of the match. After that we played a game called the tiger and the hunter. The hunters were supposed to pull the "tail" away from the tiger. Then all of them aimed at me and chris just because we are the two fastest runner in the class. I got caught by them but chris did not because of his agility. I am not saying that I am not agile, but you get the idea rite?? Yeah, ok. So after that we had our lunch and we went to have the sarimbun challenge. For the first challenge, we were supposed to throw balls into a basket which our friends were carrying and walking around. We have to throw in as many balls as possible in 10 minutes. I must say that our group has done well as we threw in 121 balls. You may think that it is easy, but it is not if you try it in real life. We are supposed to make a catapult in 15minutes at the second challenge. We were not working well with each other at first, but after that, we worked together and made a catapult. At the third challenge, we were supposed to go on a trek but we were unable to finish it due to the rain. Unable to complete the trek, we went to practice our cheer in a room and after that, we had dinner. After dinner, was the highlight of the day: campfire. One by one, the groups went up cheer. I think that our group cheered very badly as we forgot the cheer. However, we went on to complete the cheer. After the cheer, the camp trainers and the student leaders gave us a round of applause. This made us feel good. Slowly, the campfire died out and Mr. Tan Chee Wee gave a talk that ended the campfire. Although the campfire died out, the memories of this camp will always remain in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;The last day, when we were going back home, it started to rain cats and dogs. We went back to the bus in our ponchos. In the rain, we bid farewell to the camp as we made our way home on the bus. I feel that this camp had made me bonded better with my classmates, and I learnt how to step out of my comfort zone. I also learnt how to reach out to my classmates. The money spent on this camp was well spent. The happy moments of this camp will forever be etched in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-603057237020672445?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/603057237020672445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/sec-1-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/603057237020672445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/603057237020672445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/sec-1-camp.html' title='sec 1 camp'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-731000604989457548</id><published>2009-03-05T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T03:34:20.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Prompts</title><content type='html'>The taxi man's story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxidriver  is not only a father but also a taxi driver.He was a bad taxi driver as he cheated  overseas passengers of their money. They did not know the road well and he could go round and round and charge them by the meter. Besides, all the notes that they pull out are ten-dollars note and they would tell him to keep the change. I would also say that he is also a very experienced taxi-driver as he knows the road well and he could go either the short way or the long way. This shows that he has done his homework well by knowing well the road in Singapore. He was also a "honest" taxi-driver as he told the madam that he will drive her to her destination for her meeting by that way which has less traffic and less car jams. This was because the madam was a local and she know the road well and therefore, the taxi-driver will not take her by the long way to charge her more money. Actually, he wasn't a bad taxi-driver as he needs to do such things to earn a living. Besides, he also needed the money to send her daughter, Lay Choo to university. As a father, I feel that the taxi-driver was a very strict one. This shows how old-fashioned and traditional father as he believes that parents have to be strict. Only then will the children behave themselves. However, he does not know that by doing that, he will make the daughter thinks that she is not being loved. She does not know that her father loves her, but does not show it and he shows it by being strict to her. Childrens nowadys need love, and when they do not have it, they will go to other people for love. They will make caucasian boyfriends in order to have love. They make all kinds of excuses to go out with their boyfriends, such as they have tuition, they have cca, sports day etc. At first, she had good grades and the father pinned high hopes on her. When the father knew that she was fooling around instead of studying, he flew into a rage and he hit her so hard that she had to stay in bed for 3 days. She was the most doted on and the father had high hopes on her, but she lied to him and went against his wishes. The father was disappointed with her and thus the harsher punishment.Maybe she was materialistic, she had peer pressure and she was influenced from her friends, and thus she bacame like that. I feel that the people who were most disappointed with her are her parents. The mother carried her in her stomach to give birth to her into this world and there she was doing things that broke her heart. The taxi-driver worked so hard to provide for her to go into university and Lay Choo did not know that he did that for her own good. She thinks that he does not love her and did things that let him down. To a parent, the most disappointing thing is the children going against theirs wishes and breaking their heart time and again. I think that the children should understand their parents more so that they will make their parents happy. I think that Lay Choo should be working hard so that she will not disappoint her parents anymore. When a children changes for the better, their parents will be delighted. I think that that is the best joy that no one but a parent can have in their whole lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-731000604989457548?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/731000604989457548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-prompts_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/731000604989457548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/731000604989457548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-prompts_05.html' title='Blog Prompts'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-7820034152296892730</id><published>2009-03-05T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T02:26:58.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Prompts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Adeline Ng Ai Choo commited suicide because she did not meet her parents' expectation to pass her examination. She was overwhelmed by the stress to live up to not her own expectation, but her parental expectation. She was grieved by her unability to pass and thus, she commited suicide. This is an act of cowardly, and no one will sympathize with her. By choosing death, Adeline is choosing the easy way out. She runs away from the problem, the reality. However she does not know that she is actually creating more problems by commmitting suicide. For example, she is grieving her parents who love her by doing such a foolish act and her actions will be a bad solution for those who fails thier examinations. I think that she was probably under stress to perform well in school and as a result of that, she went into a state of depression. She also didn't want to seek help and she was evasive when her teachers tried to council her as she thought that people will think that she was mad and bad if she was seen with a councilor. Thus, the evil temptation triumphed over her and therefore causing her to commit suicide. I feel your grades are lousy, you should be trying to think of ways to improve yourself and not to commit suicide and then escape from the problem. You should pick yourself up when you fall down and if you are facing any problems, you can approach your teachers for help. Besides, what is success without failure??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-7820034152296892730?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7820034152296892730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-prompts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/7820034152296892730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/7820034152296892730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-prompts.html' title='Blog Prompts'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-2172771500852729706</id><published>2009-03-02T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T06:38:05.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My results</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody. I know all my results liao. But they are very lousy. My msg is 4.5. Very lousy isn't it?? My Language Arts got a B4. Hai yo, and my mother didn't even scold me. How I wish that she could scold me, beat me or whatever to make me feel better lor. I will work hard so as not to disappoint my mother in the future. Tomorrow is my math test. Oh man, wonder what kind of grade will I get this time. I think I will score damn badly. Oh yeah, Man Utd won Totenham in the Carling Cup. Whoots!! Yeah!! Let's hope that Man Utd will go on to win the treble. Ok, back to my books, and wish me good luck for tomorrow. Byebye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-2172771500852729706?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2172771500852729706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/2172771500852729706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/2172771500852729706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-results.html' title='My results'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-647961155950656660</id><published>2009-02-28T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:00:17.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing...</title><content type='html'>Hey yo everyone. Today I got back my phone. Haha. My phone spoiled. Besides, my mum also bought me a spike shoe!! Yeah!! so Shiok man. I finally got a spike shoes!! Tomorrow I can wear it for training. How nice. Haha. Ok, i gtg. Next Tuesday got Maths test. Uh oh. I got B4 for my maths last time. Wonder what grade will I get this time. Ok, back to my books. Byebye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-647961155950656660?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/647961155950656660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/647961155950656660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/647961155950656660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing.html' title='nothing...'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-4548523229162383450</id><published>2009-02-27T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T05:34:43.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing much actually</title><content type='html'>Hey yo people. Haven't been posting recently because i got a lot of homework. Today I posted without doing my homework(oops!). Thus I cannot talk much. Ok,let's talk about my results. Oh man, how unhappy am I with my results,but what can I do?? I did not study for it, so now I am now bearing the consequences of my laziness. Ok, my current msg is 4.34, which is not a good thing as I am not meeting the expectation of my teacher. I am supposed to hit below 3. Sighs, my geography, infocomm studies and my lss pulled my grades down,especially for my lss. I failed!! Aargh!! How could I have failed it?? Looks like that I have nto done my homework well. Sighs, but what can I do?? This  is the consequences of not studying for my tests. I think that I have to buck up more  from now onwards. My LA is still unknown. But if I get a B4, it will be a goodbye to me man. Ok, I cannot talk much now. I am going to do my homework now. Byebye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-4548523229162383450?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4548523229162383450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing-much-actually_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/4548523229162383450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/4548523229162383450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing-much-actually_27.html' title='nothing much actually'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-5785552304430530525</id><published>2009-02-24T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T06:47:00.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah....blah.....blah</title><content type='html'>Yo people. So sorry that i haven't been posting recently. I got a lot of homework!! So irritating rite?? Haha. Today I did finish my homework then got this free time to post on tis blog. How i wish everyday won't have homework. I mean, not really no homework, but i hope that all homeworks would be done in school, so that more of our time would be done on revisings, revising for our tests etc. Oh yeah, i know my geography results already. I scored super badly for it. Aaargh!! 17.5/30. This is one of the lousiest results in my class. I hope that i will score better for my tests in the future. I think that my results were due to the fact that i did not revise well for my test. Forget about the present, work hard for future. Yeah!! I can do it!! Btw, Man Utd is going to play against Inter Milan tomorrow morning. OMG!! And the manager of Inter is Jose Morinho!! Oh no. This is bad for Man Utd. Besides, their defenders are suffering from injuries. How can they fight against Inter in this type of state?? But nevertheless, let's hope that Man Utd will survive tomorrow's match against Inter. Edwin Van Der Sar also has a record of not letting in a goal. Let's look on the bright side. Man u will win!! Glory, glory man united,glory glory man united.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-5785552304430530525?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5785552304430530525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/blahblahblah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/5785552304430530525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/5785552304430530525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/blahblahblah.html' title='blah....blah.....blah'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-1408677069155110181</id><published>2009-02-20T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T04:53:37.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah! tests has finally ended!</title><content type='html'>Today i came home in a very good mood. Guess why? Cause my history test has ended, which means that I have no more tests! Yeah! But the test was very hard. I didn't really study for it. Ok, today I am going to tell you all the answers for the questions rite? Ok, let the annoucement for the answer commence!&lt;br /&gt;Qns.1&lt;br /&gt;Ans:Cristiano Ronaldo&lt;br /&gt;Qns.2&lt;br /&gt;Ans:4&lt;br /&gt;Qns.3&lt;br /&gt;Ans:Ryan Giggs&lt;br /&gt;Qns.4&lt;br /&gt;Ans:Bobby Robson&lt;br /&gt;Qns.5&lt;br /&gt;Ans:Roy Keane&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all for today. The next time I post I will give you all another Man Utd quiz. Byebye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-1408677069155110181?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1408677069155110181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeah-tests-has-finally-ended.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/1408677069155110181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/1408677069155110181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeah-tests-has-finally-ended.html' title='yeah! tests has finally ended!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-8204808882904752836</id><published>2009-02-19T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T04:42:51.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>Hey yo everyone. Tomorrow got history test so I cannot talk much. Here is just a quiz for those who understand man utd. Are you ready?? Well, let the test begin!&lt;br /&gt;Qns.1. Who was the last player to be sent off in a Manchester derby?&lt;br /&gt;1.Roy Keane&lt;br /&gt;2.Alf-Inge Haaland&lt;br /&gt;3.Cristiano Ronaldo &lt;br /&gt;4.Benjani Mwaruwari&lt;br /&gt;Qns2. How many United players have won the European Football of the Year award?&lt;br /&gt;1.4&lt;br /&gt;2.3&lt;br /&gt;3.2&lt;br /&gt;4.1&lt;br /&gt;Qns3.Who has made the most number of appearances for Manchester United?&lt;br /&gt;1.Denis Law&lt;br /&gt;2.Bobby Charlton&lt;br /&gt;3.Ryan Giggs&lt;br /&gt;4.George Best&lt;br /&gt;Qns4Who is the longest serving captain at Old Trafford?&lt;br /&gt;1.Bobby Charlton&lt;br /&gt;2.Bryan Robson&lt;br /&gt;3.Roy Keane&lt;br /&gt;4.Ray Wilkins&lt;br /&gt;Qns5.Who is the most decorated captain for Manchester United?&lt;br /&gt;1.Roy Keane&lt;br /&gt;2.Gary Neville&lt;br /&gt;3.Eric Cantona&lt;br /&gt;4.Steve Bruce&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all for today. Answers will be given in the next time I post on the blog again. OK, gtg. Byebye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-8204808882904752836?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8204808882904752836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/8204808882904752836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/8204808882904752836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-7117722079732672527</id><published>2009-02-18T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T03:01:59.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing much actually</title><content type='html'>hey yo people. I am posting on my blog today. Yeah! tomorrow no tests and today dun have homework. So happy!! But the day after tomorrow will be my history test. Sighs... how i hate tests. Oh yeah, by the way, the chinese test today was super hard!! I think that i will fail man. IS wasn't so bad, but also very hard. Tomorrow is Thursday, a day which i love very much. Haha, you all know why?? Cause got PE marh. Haha, i love PE man. Ok, cannot talk anymore liao. I need to go to have dinner. Byebye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-7117722079732672527?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7117722079732672527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing-much-actually.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/7117722079732672527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/7117722079732672527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing-much-actually.html' title='nothing much actually'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-5655829120326644449</id><published>2009-02-17T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T05:06:18.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>test test and test</title><content type='html'>Hey people. Sat for my geography test and science test today. All are very hard. Perhaps it is because of the fact that i didn't study very well for my tests. I gotta work hard from now on and not to slack anymore. I will be sitting for my chinese and IS tomorrow. Please pray for me. Haha. Ok, back to my books. Byebye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-5655829120326644449?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5655829120326644449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/test-test-and-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/5655829120326644449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/5655829120326644449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/test-test-and-test.html' title='test test and test'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-2838206842198465437</id><published>2009-02-15T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T06:47:37.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing much actually</title><content type='html'>Hey yo people. It has been a while since i posted.Haha. Exams is coming le, so cannot post very often. Today i was on the LRT going to my piano class. I accidentally kicked one of the passengers on the leg when i was going to sit on one of the sits. He let out a grimace. Then i saw an injury on his leg. I immediately apologised but he ignored me as he was angry with me. It wasn't my fault what..... i didn't knew that he was injured on the leg. I mean, i was at fault by accidentally kicking him on the leg, but he acted as though i was the only one at fault. This pissed me off. What do you all think?? Please comment. Ok, back to my books. Byebye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-2838206842198465437?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2838206842198465437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah-blah-blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/2838206842198465437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/2838206842198465437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah-blah-blah.html' title='nothing much actually'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-857904816743740357</id><published>2009-02-11T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:23:03.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to do this homework??!!</title><content type='html'>Sigh...i am still thinking how to do the AAP 2nd voice recording. AAAHHHH!! Very xian leh.I dun even know how to do. Now school is much more better liao, it has lesser homework than before. Now i can play the com quite often. Yeah!! I asked people for some inspriration, but they refused to tell me. So bad! Leave me here alone to brainstorm on how to do the voice recording. Okok, cannot talk liao. Back to my homework.  Byebye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-857904816743740357?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/857904816743740357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-to-do-this-homework.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/857904816743740357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/857904816743740357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-to-do-this-homework.html' title='How to do this homework??!!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206772276167509374.post-1906780095046127200</id><published>2009-02-04T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T07:20:04.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo people!!</title><content type='html'>Haha... i think this is the third time i am having a blog. My first two blogs screwed up cause i forgot all my passwords!! HAHAHAHHA!! You all must be thinking that i am a forgetful guy.Haha, but I am one. Laugh all you all want ok?? now i am super tired byebye. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2206772276167509374-1906780095046127200?l=whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1906780095046127200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo-people.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/1906780095046127200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2206772276167509374/posts/default/1906780095046127200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenyouclickthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo-people.html' title='yo people!!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769272257911094189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWyEb2Ins-g/Savt2WfEsUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q0MaBwIvqgw/S220/batista.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
