tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77130422897444990672012-02-16T03:04:11.335-08:00The Annals of the Night DragonBananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903899994993211199noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713042289744499067.post-16389335208536822032008-04-11T07:51:00.000-07:002008-04-11T07:59:41.287-07:00OK, here's the song I mentioned in the previous song:<br /><br /><object height="80" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/kwebd-PIlO/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/kwebd-PIlO/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=000000&primaryColor=999999&secondaryColor=4d4d4d&linkColor=666666"></embed></object><br /><br />And speaking about songs, great job AHS Choir.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713042289744499067-1638933520853682203?l=thechildoffire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903899994993211199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713042289744499067.post-83426961879065841862008-04-11T07:45:00.000-07:002008-04-11T08:00:57.064-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJJEmOglHvs/R_96Yo2CN9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/5sCmeIROGmQ/s1600-h/DSC00302.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187999859453605842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jJJEmOglHvs/R_96Yo2CN9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/5sCmeIROGmQ/s320/DSC00302.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p align="left"></p><div align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">This rejuvenated me after the speeches at the new parade square leeched me of my strength.</div><div align="left">Results, results, results ... I wonder, are they really that concerned about our future, or are we being used to promote the school?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713042289744499067-8342696187906584186?l=thechildoffire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903899994993211199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713042289744499067.post-74498450996107352642008-04-11T07:27:00.000-07:002008-04-11T07:39:49.949-07:00<div align="justify">In class,<br />[Cheong Kai walks over to Larry's table. He snatches Jun Zhi's ACW from him.]<br />Larry: You take for what?<br />Cheong Kai [coldly]: Like this [the ACW] is yours like that.<br />Larry: At least I asked for permission, right?</div><div align="justify">Man, can he get any worse?</div><div align="justify">Behind Cheong Kai, I instinctively pulled my table further away from his.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Today.</div><div align="justify">We got totally thrashed during PE, though Jun Zhi was fuming mad when we went back to class, apparently still cooling down from a bout with Wan Ying.</div><div align="justify">Physics - now I know the pleasures of sitting at the back. You'd have a whole solid cement wall for you to lean on and snooze. Or at least pretend to.</div><div align="justify">Maths - refer to the first section of this post. I just don't know how selfish he could be.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">And finally - </div><div align="justify">allow me to share a song:</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713042289744499067-7449845099610735264?l=thechildoffire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903899994993211199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713042289744499067.post-26195772172216154472008-04-03T06:49:00.000-07:002008-04-11T07:27:29.016-07:00<ul><li><div align="justify"><em>I'm back.</em></div></li></ul><div align="justify"><em>I'm back, oh my! I see ...</em></div><div align="justify"><em>New tagboard.</em></div><div align="justify"><em>New posts.</em></div><div align="justify"><em>New skins! ... Am I a snake or what?</em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">My silence over the year has been attributed to, I believe, the removal of my desktop from my room. It is now seated rather comfortably at the living room, thereby removing every single shred of privacy I once enjoyed when it was back in my room. So there you have it: I can't post proper stuff without people peeking greedily at the screen.</div><div align="justify">Never mind, at least I managed to get this post done.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713042289744499067-2619577217221615447?l=thechildoffire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04903899994993211199noreply@blogger.com0