<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337</id><updated>2009-12-04T16:11:27.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lamest Guy</title><subtitle type='html'>Hey tell you what.What!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>E-U-G-E-N-E that's me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356537133975397914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337.post-1366637243613557050</id><published>2009-12-04T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:58:29.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think about it</title><content type='html'>For some reasons, I am back to playing Runscape, the massive online game. Yes, it is old. But I find it fun. To think that me, a 'nerd', am playing games seem so rare. Whatever....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-1366637243613557050?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1366637243613557050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454560575618940337&amp;postID=1366637243613557050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/1366637243613557050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/1366637243613557050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/12/think-about-it.html' title='Think about it'/><author><name>E-U-G-E-N-E that's me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356537133975397914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17496184071715649524'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337.post-1975860030597606941</id><published>2009-12-04T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:54:09.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi again?</title><content type='html'>OK. It has been long since I have posted something. It is going to be 2010 soon. Which means that I will be in secondary 3. Got the news long time ago that I will be studying english, both A and E mathematics, higher chinese, chemistry, physics, pure history, social studies and elective geography. It is going to be a fun holiday ahead. Stay happy as it is 21 more days to christmas!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-1975860030597606941?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1975860030597606941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454560575618940337&amp;postID=1975860030597606941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/1975860030597606941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/1975860030597606941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi-again.html' title='Hi again?'/><author><name>E-U-G-E-N-E that's me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356537133975397914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17496184071715649524'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337.post-2465428786665270120</id><published>2009-09-27T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:20:38.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EOY</title><content type='html'>End-of-year exams....ARRRRRTGH.OHHHHHHH!Whay must exams must be invented.Got to do the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-2465428786665270120?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2465428786665270120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454560575618940337&amp;postID=2465428786665270120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/2465428786665270120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/2465428786665270120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/09/eoy.html' title='EOY'/><author><name>E-U-G-E-N-E that's me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356537133975397914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17496184071715649524'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337.post-2002991932394238648</id><published>2009-08-05T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:55:35.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This post is for people who wants to understand me OR already understands me COMPLETELY OR like something VERY LAME</title><content type='html'>I mean it. I mean the title. This is a post that is going to show what is on my mind. For those who do want to have a hard time, please do not try to understand it.Here goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a place named, What Happens&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;what happens in the country called Nothing Happens when nothing happens in a town called,Something Happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes the world goes round?&lt;br /&gt;The Big Bang?&lt;br /&gt;Money?&lt;br /&gt;Something?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing?&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;You?&lt;br /&gt;Him?&lt;br /&gt;Her?&lt;br /&gt;Air?&lt;br /&gt;Water?&lt;br /&gt;Food?&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the the defination cluster means to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look into a mirror, I closed my eyes and saw myself in the mirror closing my eyes.When I open my eyes and stare into the mirror,I saw myself opening my eyes but not my eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really! Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!What are you looking at?Do not tell me that you understand it. If you really do, tell me in one word, describe the post in the comment box,OR is it the post only?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till now,I am the only person who understand it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-2002991932394238648?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2002991932394238648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454560575618940337&amp;postID=2002991932394238648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/2002991932394238648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/2002991932394238648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-post-is-for-people-who-wants-to.html' title='This post is for people who wants to understand me OR already understands me COMPLETELY OR like something VERY LAME'/><author><name>E-U-G-E-N-E that's me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356537133975397914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17496184071715649524'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337.post-7518024251743561499</id><published>2008-11-22T13:20:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:11:05.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This took me some days....typing is harder than reading'/><title type='text'>Cultural potpourri</title><content type='html'>Cultural potpourri at last!I must reach school at 8am.That is early,but it is normal for me.Upon reaching there,the CO room is kind of crowded.So people come earlier than me....(Lame....)Well,better to be early than late!It was kind of warm in the air-con room,maybe the air-con was just on....never mind.Time check,8.20am.10 more minutes to go to move the instruments to the truck.I just sat there,taking forty winks at the same time.So tired....After the 10 long minutes,the teacher-in-charge came and said that it was time to move the instruments down.He also said that we could kind of take our own sweet time to move them and so we did.First,the drums.We pulled them out of the door and to the lift.Sounds funny doesn't it?A way of moving the drums is to tilt the end and pull it along,so it is pulling,not pushing.Tilting is a difficult job for me as I can't stretch to tilt the drum and pull at the same time.So a little help does the job.Next,the &lt;em&gt;yang qing&lt;/em&gt;(Chinese musical instrument).It isn't as bad as the drums.One it is small,two,I am not carrying it(hehe).As for the rest of the instruments,we took it down by ourselves.I carried my &lt;em&gt;zhong hu&lt;/em&gt; and went down.&lt;br /&gt;Down at level 1,I saw my friends pulling the drums to the foyer and wait for the truck.I was looking at them.They dragged the drums with ease,wow.I then went to the foyer.I also saw Julia(107 vice-chair)carrying two &lt;em&gt;pipa&lt;/em&gt;.One hers another her seniors.It must be heavy as I can see that she was kind of gritting her teeth.She looked kind of funny doing all that.I joined my friends later.A teacher went up to us and asked,"Did you guys see the school's idol?"We shook our heads.He went on asking.The truck and bus finally came after some minutes.The teacher-in-charge shouted"Guys!Help get the instruments up!"Everyone pulled all the instruments up the the truck and went up the bus.&lt;br /&gt;On the bus,I lent my friend my hand phone as he needed to have a look at some things.The bus was unusually quiet.Maybe they are saving up their energy.&lt;br /&gt;The NUS is huge!I am walking with the teacher-in-charge to the dressing rooms.The whole &lt;em&gt;erhu&lt;/em&gt; section is in it.After some time,some percussion members came in.The room have two mirrors on each wall and lights on each mirror.It is like a make-up room for actresses and actors or movie stars.Sounds cool?Well,it does.The teacher-in-charge told us to rest or practice in the room.Resting as in sleeping.Sleeping because it is going to take more than 5hours to the performance so it is going to be tiring.Very tiring.I,as a boy felt energetic,felt excited too.Every secondary 1 does.It is the first time!My senior,Rong Hua,pulled out a deck of cards and started playing.It is so-called banned in my school.No teachers in around,so maybe....you know.We played for some hours,does not get tired.Then came rehearsals with the conductor.They also provide lunch and dinner.&lt;em&gt;Nasi lemak&lt;/em&gt;and rice with nuggets.During lunch,Yvonne(past chairman)told me to tell Julia &lt;em&gt;jia you&lt;/em&gt;!Then,I told Charmaine to tell her that.It is like Yvonne tells me,I tell Charmaine,Charmaine told Julia.A little map.During one of our card game,the chairman of CO dragged me with some other members to the stage in the hall.On the way she said,"You all are all dead."Reaching the hall,the dance society was dancing,they went on and off the stage,with their trainer saying,"Please do not touch the curtains."After that,it is the finale,it means me.The CO members for the finale came second after band.First we go out,bow,walk five steps backwards.Done.Simple.During the actual performance,someone shouted,"Justin!"Funny....After performance,some went back,others stayed for finale.During finale,everyone applauded.It was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;  When I went back to CO room,the chairman said,"Sir"or"Madam"is back.It made me blush,even I am a boy.(he....)My mother brought me back home after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-7518024251743561499?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7518024251743561499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454560575618940337&amp;postID=7518024251743561499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/7518024251743561499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/7518024251743561499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/2008/11/cultural-potpourri.html' title='Cultural potpourri'/><author><name>E-U-G-E-N-E that's me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356537133975397914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17496184071715649524'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337.post-782752790621234077</id><published>2009-07-22T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:55:54.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope you like it!So rare, the beauty!</title><content type='html'>VARANASI, India (AFP) - - The longest solar eclipse of the 21st century plunged millions across Asia into temporary darkness on Wednesday, triggering scenes of religious fervour, fear and excitement in India and China.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ancient superstition and modern commerce came together in what was likely to end up being the most watched eclipse in history, due to its path over Earth's most densely inhabited areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman was killed in a stampede in the holy city of Varanasi where tens of thousands of devout Hindus had crowded the river Ganges at dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police said the 80-year-old fainted in the crush to enter a temple near the banks of the river and suffocated, triggering panic. More than 20 people were injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Hindu priests conducting special prayers, the crowds in Varanasi cheered and then raised their arms in salutation as the sun re-emerged from behind the moon, before they took a spiritually purifying dip in the river's holy waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total solar eclipse usually occurs every 18 months or so, but Wednesday's spectacle was special for its maximum period of "totality" -- when the sun is wholly covered by the moon -- of six minutes and 39 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a lengthy duration will not be matched until the year 2132.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State-run China Central Television provided minute-by-minute coverage of what it dubbed "The Great Yangtze River Solar Eclipse" as the phenomenon cut a path along the river's drainage basin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of people in areas of southwestern China enjoyed a clear line of sight, according to images broadcast on CCTV, but the view was obstructed along much of its path by cloudy weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanghai viewers braved rain and overcast skies to witness the spectacle as darkness shrouded China's commercial hub at 9:36 am (0136 GMT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like magic, the day turns into night in such a short period of time ... I have no idea where I am right now. It feels like a different world," said Chen Hong, a biotech company chief executive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the weather, hotels along Shanghai's famed waterfront Bund packed in the customers with eclipse breakfast specials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who could afford it grabbed expensive seats on planes chartered by specialist travel agencies that promised extended views of the eclipse as they chased the shadow eastwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cone-shaped shadow, or umbra, created by the total eclipse first made landfall on the western Indian state of Gujarat shortly before 6:30 am (0100 GMT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It then raced across India and squeezed between Bangladesh and Nepal before engulfing most of Bhutan, traversing the Chinese mainland and slipping back out to sea off Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there it moved across the islands of southern Japan and veered into the western Pacific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Mumbai, hundreds of people who trekked up to the Nehru planetarium clutching eclipse sunglasses found themselves reaching for umbrellas and rain jackets instead as heavy overnight rain turned torrential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We didn't want to watch it on television and we thought this would be the best place," said 19-year-old student Dwayne Fernandes. "We could've stayed in bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many did stay home, fearful of the effects of the lunar shadow which some believe can lead to birth defects in pregnant women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was advised not to leave the house as the eclipse brings bad luck to you and your family," said Deepa Shrestha, a 25-year-old housemaid in Kathmandu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superstition has always haunted the moment when Earth, moon and sun are perfectly aligned. The daytime extinction of the sun, the source of all life, is associated with war, famine, flood and the death or birth of rulers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ancient Chinese blamed a sun-eating dragon. In Hindu mythology, the two demons Rahu and Ketu are said to "swallow" the sun during eclipses, snuffing out its light and causing food to become inedible and water undrinkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Indian astrologers had issued predictions laden with gloom and foreboding, and a gynaecologist at a Delhi hospital said many expectant mothers scheduled for July 22 caesarian deliveries insisted on changing the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last total solar eclipse was on August 1 last year and also crossed China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next will be on July 11, 2010, but will occur almost entirely over the South Pacific.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-782752790621234077?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/782752790621234077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454560575618940337&amp;postID=782752790621234077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/782752790621234077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/782752790621234077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/07/hope-you-like-itso-rare-beauty.html' title='Hope you like it!So rare, the beauty!'/><author><name>E-U-G-E-N-E that's me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356537133975397914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17496184071715649524'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337.post-8299835269027617289</id><published>2009-06-17T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:01:15.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold!</title><content type='html'>Should post this earlier!&lt;br /&gt;Alright look here&lt;br /&gt;RI-silver&lt;br /&gt;NHHS-gold&lt;br /&gt;The CO in my school got gold!WE HAD JUST MADE HISTORY IN THE ENTIRE CO HISTORY!WE WERE THE FIRST BATCH TO GET GOLD! Girls were hugging each other. The guys were shouting around. The others spread the news around.We were elated.What can we do?The other schools were,too,celebrating.The whole SCH became a rampage hall!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;GO!GO!GO!(GOLD!GOLD!GOLD!)NHCO GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember this.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80members,15minutes,2songs,1 whole Nan Hua Chinese Orchestra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-8299835269027617289?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8299835269027617289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454560575618940337&amp;postID=8299835269027617289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/8299835269027617289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/8299835269027617289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/06/gold.html' title='Gold!'/><author><name>E-U-G-E-N-E that's me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356537133975397914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17496184071715649524'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337.post-4266847245149990803</id><published>2009-06-17T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:22:20.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>My grandmother had just pass away. The memories of her apppeared in my mind.How I miss her. I love her as mush as she dots on me. Grandmother....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Feelings caved in on me,&lt;br /&gt;                            Surprised,sad,angry,&lt;br /&gt;                            Regret,dreed and many more,&lt;br /&gt;                            Want else can I do but cry?&lt;br /&gt;                            Grandmother,&lt;br /&gt;                            I am touched by your care,&lt;br /&gt;                            I love you.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-4266847245149990803?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4266847245149990803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454560575618940337&amp;postID=4266847245149990803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/4266847245149990803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/4266847245149990803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/06/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>E-U-G-E-N-E that's me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356537133975397914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17496184071715649524'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337.post-7565670300220183239</id><published>2009-06-17T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:18:41.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew!</title><content type='html'>It is the June holidays now. I had just completed VJ. My PW is dead. Nothing much about it. I hope we can do something about it. 10 more days to the camp at NUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-7565670300220183239?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7565670300220183239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454560575618940337&amp;postID=7565670300220183239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/7565670300220183239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/7565670300220183239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/06/phew.html' title='Phew!'/><author><name>E-U-G-E-N-E that's me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356537133975397914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17496184071715649524'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337.post-1062903984450768175</id><published>2009-01-17T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:14:46.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning</title><content type='html'>Today,I am surprised to that are no lessons.They are replaced by long talks and more talks.We could not fall asleep as they are important for us in the future.That included Project Work lessons and how to host guest when they come here.That means we are representing our country,school and each individual of us.We eventually 'survived' the talk and were very thankful that it stopped.We then went to one corner of the hall to discuss about activities.I took note of what we said and suggested.After all that,we went to class and made posters.Mine was full of words,not pictures.I reflected upon the day.I was chosen to play my instrument during a visit to the old folks' home.That would be sweet I thought hope I would play well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-1062903984450768175?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1062903984450768175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454560575618940337&amp;postID=1062903984450768175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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at my friend."Who is it then?"She replied sweetly and smirking at me.I clammed my mouth shut and ran to my class.&lt;br /&gt;  It was recess time.A time to enjoy,to talk and to relax.However,I was bothered by someone who wants to know who I fancy!It had been a disturbing issue since secondary one.I was seeing red.My face was red in both embarrassment and anger,my cheeks were red and warm,my neck was bloody red and my ear tip were bright red and tingling with anger.My blood had just rushed up to my head.I was like a volcano ready to erupt.I calm down by taking deep breaths.To be truthful to myself,I really fancy someone,but I would not talk more about it.I felt disturbed.Not just disturbed,very disturbed.I was once a very isolated person and now,my secret is leaking out and spreading like wildfire.How can I stop it.I slam my head on the table to think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356537133975397914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17496184071715649524'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337.post-611843923991674163</id><published>2009-01-17T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:20:48.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School?Nice.</title><content type='html'>Ever since I became the secretary,I had not been involved in any activities with the class.It was only till Shawn(the class chairman)became sick.&lt;br /&gt;  First thing first.That day,I had to get the conversational Malay books from the class locker.I did not need any help as it was unusually light.This was the easy part.The hard part came when I and the vice-chairman had to scream and shout for the class to line out outside and get ready for an activity.I felt that I was completely powerless.I shout,they do not move.It was either they were defiant or they just take no notice of me.I am a person with authority in class and treated with no respect.What is happening?I did not really want to think about it.The whole thing is completely insane!I wonder if the whole class would get into a huge trouble sometime....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-611843923991674163?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/611843923991674163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454560575618940337&amp;postID=611843923991674163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lessons on most subjects.I am also known to some friends that I am a sectary.I was still keeping low profile.I was looking at a chess game played by my friends.They are not ordinary friends,one of them hate me for no reason.He hit me with names but just I was about to explode,I remembered this phrase "If you fight with someone who angers you,you are down grading yourself."I kept my cool and ignored him.After some minutes,I do not feel offended any more.I was just concentrating on the chess game.He was wasting his breath on me.He did not know that.I would not care if he offended me.What is the point?Shortening their own life spans.I took it as they are talking to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;  Later,I was grouped by a teacher with the chair and vice-chairman.Both good friends of mine.We are going to do a project about the ozone depletion.Sounds interesting,easy to research on.I thought of it as a homework,finishing it immediately after one day,I achieved that though.No sweat,research is nothing to me.But the next step of combining ideas with teammates?I am not sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-6496654041797926005?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6496654041797926005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454560575618940337&amp;postID=6496654041797926005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/6496654041797926005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/6496654041797926005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/01/fifth-day-in-school.html' title='Fifth day in school'/><author><name>E-U-G-E-N-E that's me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356537133975397914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17496184071715649524'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337.post-3976548929747447351</id><published>2009-01-10T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:08:12.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth day of school</title><content type='html'>I did not want to tell anyone about my status in class to my classmates,in case they insult me.I normally get angry easily,but I had tried to clam myself before exploding.Sometimes I asked myself if they deserved to be treated with respect.They had drove a student leader to tears early last year.Frankly speaking,I do not like my classmates so much.I was once a home econimic representive last year and that caused me to scream,shout and scoulded them,but to no avail.I do not know much about being the sectary,as I am not really well-known in my class.Because of it,I am shy.I was absorbed in thoughts till my History teacher cut through my thoughts with this sentence'"Your History class test will be before Chinese New Year.Are you happy?"Lots of dissapointed signs came from my class.It does include me.I tried to looked at the bright side of things,but I cannot find anything good about that.I went back to my books to prepare for the next lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-3976548929747447351?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337.post-9193235318499846398</id><published>2009-01-10T21:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:52:28.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third day of school</title><content type='html'>There is still nothing really interest me in school.The teachers are too busy introducing themselves.I was hoping for lessons!It is practically useless going to school and learn nothing.I wanted to complain to the teachers.I got ready all my books,but I hardy use them at all!What is the actual use of the textbook?I felt sick in the stomach,I came to school to learn,not know each other!I then took out my report book and handed it to Shawn(class chairman).I looked at the amount of report books he had collected.Quite a lot,but not all.&lt;br /&gt;  After recess,a problem appeared.The teacher for two periods was absent!The whole class became chaotic!Boys were shouting at the top of their lungs,girls were screaming.I put my head down on my desk,trying to think if I was dreaming.I was not.I could not bear such chaos,especially right in the class.To be exact,right beside me.It was driving me nuts!I immediately went to a friend and read a book with him.This is a good way to calm myself down.It works everytime.After school,I helped both chair and vice-chair to carry the report books.one-third each.I was called the'Vice-vice chairman' or sectary.It does not matter.I was offically a sectary when the form teacher knows about it.I was finally holding a position in class.The only worries I had was about handling the class and facing their insults.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-9193235318499846398?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337.post-6611230010381354846</id><published>2009-01-10T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:53:00.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of school</title><content type='html'>Today, we met our form teacher.She teaches us English from last year till now and most of the pupils dislike her for some unknown reason.I do not wish to know either.She is a nice teacher as she could control our class,teach our class and dealt with stubborn students who does not hand in their homework.Though she might be quite strict,that is how a teacher should be.&lt;br /&gt;  She paced around in the class,looking for untidy attire,before letting us sit down.After sitting,she arrange our sitting arrangement.I think that it is not needed as I was sitting right at the the back after the arrangement.My tall friend was blocking me from the board!But her decision is final,no one can change it,except her.She then came to the class community,she kept the class chair and vice-chairman,which was not a surprise to me.They are my best friends!She went on and on till she said'"Everyone!Julia(the vice-chairman)must have a male helper,in case Shawn(the class chairman) and her is too busy.Any volunteers?"No responses.She continued'"Julia,you will chose it,let me know after this."She was stunned,so I was.My mind was racing.Oh no!I thought.She was looking at me.I,as a friend,is a victim.But she said she needed more time to consider.&lt;br /&gt;  During recess,she asked me about my opinion.Another classmate said that if I blush,it is going to be me,if I don't,the second person that is still,me!What choice do I have?I finally relented and agreeded.I thought,this might be a disaster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-6611230010381354846?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6611230010381354846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454560575618940337&amp;postID=6611230010381354846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/6611230010381354846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/6611230010381354846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/01/2nd-day-of-school.html' title='2nd day of school'/><author><name>E-U-G-E-N-E that's me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356537133975397914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17496184071715649524'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337.post-6192063470140981387</id><published>2009-01-10T20:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:05:00.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of school</title><content type='html'>In the first day of school,it is expected to be boring and to my dissapointment,I am right.Teachers laying their own rules,behaviours expected in class,what results expected in examinations,when homework is expected to be handed up and the punishment to be laied for offences.Wow,this is ever so 'exciting'.Even my Physical Education teacher.The best part of it is introducing ourselves to two newcommers in our class.One had just came from Indonasia,another from China.They seemed very friendly.They will make very good friends too.Right after school,I reflcted upon my day.Introducing ourselves to new teachers and friends is kind of boring,but it is a form of bonding together.I shake it out of me and looked to a less boring tommorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-6192063470140981387?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6192063470140981387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454560575618940337&amp;postID=6192063470140981387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/6192063470140981387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/6192063470140981387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/2009/01/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st day of school'/><author><name>E-U-G-E-N-E that's me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356537133975397914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17496184071715649524'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337.post-7476578367427510237</id><published>2009-01-02T16:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:38:18.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching prefects?</title><content type='html'>Long time since I typed....I was back in school.No,not in secondary school,it is primary.I was so-called forced into this thing by my senior.He is in the same school as I and he is once a prefect.So I was 'dragged' into it.I met with him in the office of  my primary school.Many things had changed since the principal changed.Never mind.As I went,I was shocked to see the ex-head prefect smiling at me."Hi Eugene.You are here?"was his first sentence.He was as surprise as I am to see him.No big deal.It has been a year since we met.We then waited for the discipline mistress to come and disscuss.We,means everyone(includes my seniors).There were about 10 of us.It is in the morning.Very early.After dicussing,we went to the MMR room and get ready for the prefects randing from P3 to P5.They came in and we,as their seniors introduce ourselves to them.It started with secondary twos.Just need to tell them what's our name and what school we are in.I and Kang Ming(the ex-Head prefect that I wrote about)was with me to lead a group,Group4.First things first.We teach them about ushering and the main problem,insative.We showed them a play thAT IS FUNNY(we performed it)they laughed(of course).Then we went for out doors activities.Teaching them about teamwork,(Hey!They need that right?)As we were playing,Ms Kho came(the discipline mistress)the prefects greeted her.Sweet.After that,we brought them back to the MMR room.Just then,some naughty(or at risk kids as we call them)came.We are suppose to influence them(the good way)not they influence us(bad way).So we trained them.They did their own flag and name.The name was the one I gave'Leaders Forever'that means that they are suppose to be a leader and lead people to the good side.After the frenzy,it was 6pm.They are supposed to go home.Us too.What a day!Looking foward to day two.Keep reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-7476578367427510237?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337.post-1713193857143773995</id><published>2008-11-13T12:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:20:39.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 more days to cultural potpourri</title><content type='html'>CO on holidays are getting more and more boring....5 hours of combined practice is not boring but sectional is.I mean sectional without the teacher!We feel so bored!Totally nothing to do except playing the two songs for cultural potpourri over again and again.By the way,the two songs for cultural potpourri is 将军令and邮递马车.As you might remember,将军令is my SYF song(I stated it in the post&lt;Four more days to mid autumn festival&gt;).Anyway,both songs are easy(or maybe not).But on any sides,easy or hard,I am going to be bored to death!I have also received a SMS from my section leader(or maybe it is not her....)that on Monday,the final rehearsal for the cultural potpourri,the time have been changed.It is from 10am to 5pm(7 hours!).The actual time should be 12noon to 5pm(5 hours!).From 5 hours to 7 hours,it is a 2 hours difference!the worst of all,,most of it is the boring sectional practice!I hope that this would be over soon....&lt;br /&gt;(ARRRRGGHHH!!!!!!!STILL CANNOT GET MY PLAYLIST FROM IMEEM TO MY BLOG!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-1713193857143773995?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1713193857143773995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454560575618940337&amp;postID=1713193857143773995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/1713193857143773995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/1713193857143773995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-more-days-to-cultural-potpourri.html' title='5 more days to cultural potpourri'/><author><name>E-U-G-E-N-E that's me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356537133975397914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17496184071715649524'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337.post-4145207674913051892</id><published>2008-11-05T13:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:46:50.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4/11/2008(US time)</title><content type='html'>Most people know that today,US is going to elect their own president.And the result is....Obama!Yeah!Way to go Obama!&lt;br /&gt;(HELP!Again!Can anybody solve my problem?!Still can't get my playlist up after trying like a billion times!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-4145207674913051892?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4145207674913051892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454560575618940337&amp;postID=4145207674913051892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/4145207674913051892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/4145207674913051892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/2008/11/24112008us-time.html' title='4/11/2008(US time)'/><author><name>E-U-G-E-N-E that's me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356537133975397914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17496184071715649524'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337.post-871469322559660734</id><published>2008-11-05T13:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:44:41.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to do except blogging....</title><content type='html'>Blogging everyday is like erm....intresting.Facing the computer everyday.Then go for extra CCA lesson(Because the culture potpourri is nearing....) and erhu lessons.Wow....it is driving me crazy!And it also includes putting my playlist on....ouch.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-871469322559660734?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/871469322559660734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454560575618940337&amp;postID=871469322559660734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/871469322559660734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/871469322559660734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-to-do-except-blogging.html' title='Nothing to do except blogging....'/><author><name>E-U-G-E-N-E that's me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356537133975397914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17496184071715649524'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337.post-1863282180057365140</id><published>2008-11-01T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:41:38.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCA on holidays</title><content type='html'>While,this does not sound good doesn't it?While no.I enjoy my CCA very much.Surprising?Yes or no?Practicing or the next performence in NUS.It is the cultural potpourri.Well,I'm excited.First time in NUS performing.Bad news is that CO members including me,have to sell at least two tickets.Ooooh....&lt;br /&gt;(I am still try to get my playlist up.HELP!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-1863282180057365140?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1863282180057365140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454560575618940337&amp;postID=1863282180057365140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/1863282180057365140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/1863282180057365140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/2008/11/cca-on-holidays.html' title='CCA on holidays'/><author><name>E-U-G-E-N-E that's me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356537133975397914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17496184071715649524'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337.post-197027812494305271</id><published>2008-11-03T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:28:58.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My playlist</title><content type='html'>Seen my list of songs that I want you readers to vote?Ya,I know there is not enough songs to vote.Anyway,you could vote more than one song.I will try to add more songs into it.My friend had just came back from Malaysia.Welcome back!Maybe you could solve my problem....It is below....&lt;br /&gt;(HELP!Can anybody tell me how do I put my playlist from imeem to my blog?!)&lt;br /&gt;Please put a comment to solve my problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-197027812494305271?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/197027812494305271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454560575618940337&amp;postID=197027812494305271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/197027812494305271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/197027812494305271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-playlist.html' title='My playlist'/><author><name>E-U-G-E-N-E that's me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356537133975397914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17496184071715649524'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337.post-1586933129923105116</id><published>2008-10-31T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:53:38.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays to next year!</title><content type='html'>At last!Promoted to secondary 2!Wooh!From 107 to 207!I will miss class 107'08.Never mind we will meet next year!Without anybody missing.Yeah,by the way,2 months and 25 more days to christmas.Wow!Time flies!&lt;br /&gt;(Still can't add the playlist....Frustrating.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-1586933129923105116?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1586933129923105116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454560575618940337&amp;postID=1586933129923105116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/1586933129923105116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/1586933129923105116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/2008/10/holidays-to-next-year.html' title='Holidays to next year!'/><author><name>E-U-G-E-N-E that's me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356537133975397914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17496184071715649524'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454560575618940337.post-2343690469209557868</id><published>2008-10-24T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:51:58.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs</title><content type='html'>Samantha Ronson - Walking On Air     &lt;br /&gt;   Metro Station - Shake It    &lt;br /&gt;   Flobots - Handlebars    &lt;br /&gt;   Boys Like Girls - Boys Like Girls - Thunder     &lt;br /&gt;   We The Kings - Check Yes Juliet     &lt;br /&gt;   Sean Kingston - Beautiful Girls    &lt;br /&gt;   The Script - The Man Who Can't Be Moved     &lt;br /&gt;   Coldplay - Viva la Vida     &lt;br /&gt;   Enrique Iglesias - Can You Hear Me     &lt;br /&gt;   Jason Mraz - I'm Yours     &lt;br /&gt;   Sean Kingston - Beautiful Girls     &lt;br /&gt;   Plies - Bust It Baby Pt. 2 (Feat. Ne-Yo)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,that's some of my favourite songs.Please leave a comment if you know how to put it on the blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454560575618940337-2343690469209557868?l=chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2343690469209557868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454560575618940337&amp;postID=2343690469209557868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/2343690469209557868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454560575618940337/posts/default/2343690469209557868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuae-u-g-e-n-e.blogspot.com/2008/10/songs.html' title='Songs'/><author><name>E-U-G-E-N-E that's me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14356537133975397914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17496184071715649524'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>