<?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-4999095148278026610</id><updated>2011-11-30T23:04:45.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-existent</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>325</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-23973153866990918</id><published>2010-08-09T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:05:05.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unconscious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Singapore's YOG opening ceremony was so so so boring and messy. Basically it is just a group of primary school and secondary school people running onto stage with no much organisation dancing a really basic and simple dance (Fishy claims that she can be their professor). And lion head dancing to a malay song? I get it that they want to show a mixed of cultures BUT THIS IS NOT THE WAY. And that sandwiches they gave us for dinner has NO cheese and bbq sauce even though it was written on the piece of paper. The only thing that was remotely interesting was when they have some people in white parading CHINA's flag around and I shouted 中国万岁 but that was drown out by the other people who are also cheering for Glorious China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The whole rehearsal had really bad organisation. I didnt get any goodie bags and was dismissed at 11pm.&amp;nbsp;Instead of letting us go ourselves they choose to make us walk that long way to the City Hall MRT. There was this person on the way giving out sweets so I grab one whole handful of it, and exchange the coke candy for two of Fishy's other favour ones (since she called me 星悦大人).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got home at 12 midnight and immediately fall asleep. And I woke up late for art lessons the next day. I think the alarm clock actually woke me up at 7.15am but I fall asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do for today:&lt;br /&gt;- Japanese Homework on MOE portal&lt;br /&gt;- Japanese Composition -.-&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese PT&lt;br /&gt;- History PT&lt;br /&gt;- F and N PT&lt;br /&gt;- Math AA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-23973153866990918?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/23973153866990918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/08/unconscious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/23973153866990918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/23973153866990918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/08/unconscious.html' title='The Unconscious'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-8956311515470789870</id><published>2010-07-30T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:04:31.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobius Strip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm reading this book called Hyperspace with all the cool theories on higher dimensions and string theories! :D I think I have an unusual (very very unusual) attraction to intelligent guys. Like da Vinci and C.G.Jung (I think I like Sigmund Freud's student more than him). AND B.F.SKINNER :DDDD I had an even more unusual attraction to autistic people which is goddamned weird. According to this book&amp;nbsp;I read Issac Newton has a form of autistism making him socially awkward and shy, but he had remarkable calculative skills far beyond anyone else of his time :DDDD (plus he invented Calculus how cool is that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking which the Light, Matter and Cosmos talk was interesting. At least I understand the lecture, but I guess people thinks I am weird people I hyperventilate everytime the lecturer mentions wave-particle duality. Or particle-wave duality. And you know RGS girls are the only people who compulsively take notes during the lecture (Grace wrote 10 pages and her handwriting is small plus squeezed together). During the Q&amp;amp;A section some guy ask about string theory and Grace father laughed. (You know I get how Grace is so sadistic ._.) Another guy said: "I believe that Life and Consciousness is a subset of Cosmos, therefore can you tell me about Light, Matter, Life and Consciousness?" and the lecturer had this wtf look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol, Fishy and I won third for FINEX besides not knowing a single thing about financial literacy or economics. The first two places went to year five guys from JC who studies economics:D And the points difference between the second place and us were nto so much, about 4000 points only, I mean since points were given in thousands. Anyway we got 30 dollars voucher each. And the only thing I learnt from that amazing race was that I need to exercise more, defintely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol and I won CHAMPION at this Medical Mastermind Challenge, thrashing all other secondary threes present and winning 300 bucks in cash with a golden trophy and a free trip to some ulu place at biopolis. AND WE ARE GONNA PRESENT THE TROPHY IN SCHOOL MUAHAHA. But the questions at the challenge were easy. Not to mention they even asked about Michael Jackson, making me regret not listening to Fishy ramble on about him all day long. But we still got that question right :D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There was this psychological question on placebo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if they showed National Science Challenge Finals on TV yet, but if they haven't and you don't want to spoil the surprise then don't read on. Just skipped this part:&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep on the bus on the way to the Mediacorps Studio and missed the stop, so I have to&amp;nbsp;a bus back to the place. Despite never having been there before in my entire life (except that time I went to support my primary school for some chengyu competition, but that time transport was provided, this time I went there MYSELF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-unfinished-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-8956311515470789870?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/8956311515470789870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/07/mobius-strip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/8956311515470789870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/8956311515470789870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/07/mobius-strip.html' title='Mobius Strip'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-546363519040341664</id><published>2010-07-06T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:03:51.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cue: Cornnuts fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish concrete would smash my head. This is what I learnt from History: Number one, if our forefathers had been a lil' more civilised and less war-ry we wouldn't have to study stupid riots for exam. Number two, why are we studying stupid riots fueled by Old Hwachong and Nanyang people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't mind the Math exam tomorrow (I want many many math exams) or the Physics exam a while back (i want many of this too) but I hate hate hate writing History papers. Compared to History, Geography is a much more pleasant humanities subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why can't they just test our knowledge of facts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then again I nearly failed the first AA-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ms Ning haven't send the email to me yet. NO EMAIL ON ANY COMPETITION INFORMATION WTH. I like compulsively checking my email and handphone yet I AM GETTING NOTHING FROM HER AT ALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This better not make me die early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;of heart attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking of which I am looking forward to difficult question for Mathematics tomorrow. I hope that I am still like in primary school when I fare better in difficult Math papers. I'm a weirdo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-546363519040341664?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/546363519040341664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/07/cue-cornnuts-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/546363519040341664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/546363519040341664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/07/cue-cornnuts-fall.html' title='Cue: Cornnuts fall'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-3909702283958749466</id><published>2010-07-03T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:03:18.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Nice' is a over-used and over-exploited word. At least in RGS the word 'nice' is used to describe almost everything, ranging from food, to teachers, to personality. For instance, when I ask someone how does a food taste like, they tell me, 'it taste nice'. Okay so it taste 'nice'. How nice? They don't know. What happen to 'It's rather delicious' or 'It has a sour taste' or 'YUMMY'. All that you can come up with is 'nice'? Then when you ask people to describe somebody, they first thing they will say is 'she is nice'. Okay, so I get that you don't really know how to describe a person. What happen to 'helpful', 'kind', 'friendly'? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, people have different definitions of 'nice' and different ways of using that word too. I, for one, use the word 'nice' to describe people as a mean to get out of awkward evaluate-that-girl or how-is-she-like questions. Or when people ask meabout&amp;nbsp;a random somebody in class who I know nothing about (at least very little) and I just thought she looks pleasant. Pleasant as in, she don't look like those kind of people who back-stabbed and do things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it when you ask someone: 'Hmm how is she like?' and they reply you 'She is a nice person.' Like how the heck am I supposed to know how nice is like. I mean, somebody can be nice just because she say hello to people everyday and smile at you. Can't you use descriptions such as 'she is helpful or she don't bark at people for no reason.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, why do people like asking you questions like: 'What do you think of her, how is she like?' If you can't evaluate for yourself one's personality and character, asking other people won't help at all. It seems that at times when I try to talk to somebody, it somehow rocket off to how a certain person is like, no matter how much I try to change the topic. Gee, why care about how somebody is like. If you think a person is like that, then let it be like that. Why do around asking people to make sure they think the same as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also cannot stand some people who interrupt your conversation with someone else. A typical one goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: yadayadayada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend: Yada ya ya ya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Yada I think it was quite cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Person out of nowhere: What was quite cool?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a few times of such interruptions by the SAME person I decide to ignore her in case I lose my temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: yadayadayada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend: Yada ya ya ya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Yada I think it was quite cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Person out of nowhere: What was quite cool?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-me ignore person-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: yadayayda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Person: Hey hey what was quite cool?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: yadaydaya -continue ignoring-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend: Yeah, that was spectacular&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Person: What was spectacular?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At which point I decide to either shout at her to shut up or move away and continue the conversation somewhere else. I usually chose the latter.&lt;br /&gt;I already hate it when people interrupts me. What I hate more is that the person is interrupting, plus poking noses into other's conversation, one that was supposed to be like private and personal, and yet do not get the hint when I ignore her. You know interruptions are rude already. So if one does not have the manners, at least have common sense, right? If me and a friend are having a conversation, and it is only the two of us, that means that we obviously are talking about a subject that only the two of us know, or at least a outsider might not be able to understand, right? Then if only the two of us are talking, and none of us shows any sign that we want to hold a discussion, that means it is a personal thing. So, since it is a personal thing that an outsider might not understand, what makes her think that we will just tell her right away what we are talking about. What makes her think that we will even want to tell her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say, okay, how about you tell her that she doesn't know what you are talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation went like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: yadayadayada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend: Yada ya ya ya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Yada I think it was quite cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Person out of nowhere: What was quite cool?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Erm, you don't know about it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Person: Tell me, nevermind, you can just tell me I won't tell anyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just this annoying. Why should I share my personal conversation with a friend with you? What makes you think I even want to share? Don't assume things. If I want to share with anyone else, I will tell that person some other day some other time. If I could just tell anyone what I was talking about why not I just broadcast the whole thing to the school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also amusing how people (mostly cca people) loves calling me on my handphone, despite me saying over and over again that I use prepaid card so I don't answer calls on my handphone unless it is urgent, and it is more better to call my home. If I am not at home, you can always sms me. I even sms back the person who call me and tell her to sms me instead, yet&amp;nbsp;she just chose to call my handphone-.- What part of I do not pick up calls on my handphone do&amp;nbsp;she not get? And even if I do pick up calls, I don't pick up calls if the number of unknown. So those people that I have on my contact list (due to my lousy phone's limited storage) are my primary school friends, and few closer friends and my family and relatives' number. No I don't have any CCA people's number in it, so if they call my caller ID will show an unknown number and I won't pick it up. Another reason why it is better to just sms me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My things to do list is getting very long. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-3909702283958749466?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/3909702283958749466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/07/let-it-ring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3909702283958749466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3909702283958749466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/07/let-it-ring.html' title='Let it ring'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-4733802059712468716</id><published>2010-07-03T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:00:05.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloroform</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is it just me, or I am missing out on things. I am completely unaware of things happening in the class, for instance.&amp;nbsp;Like the other day Charmaine was telling me about people gossiping in the class, and I was like: Huh? You mean there are rumours in the class? Really? I thought everyone is guai and talks about homework and CCA all the time. Apparently not. Then Nicole's quizzes are revealing shocking information too (no offence).&amp;nbsp;So not only am I unaware of classroom politics and all those rumours going around, I actually spend my time in a totally different way too -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So no one actually spend most of their time reading piles and piles of books. Or read comics over and over again, or draw crap on a paper, then tear it up, and draw more crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So most people shop (eww)&amp;nbsp;and socialise. And I thought there was already too much socialising in school. Then just when I thought people are guai and completely isolated from male life forms I get more shocking revelations. Now thinking of it, I supposed I am more guai than most of the people in the class. SEE GRACE. I AM GUAI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know those American books that says: You are only young once, so do crazy things before you can't do them anymore. And this leads to notorious activities such as pre-marital sex, drink-till-you-vomit, skinny dipping and crap in America. While in Singapore they have their own version of enjoying adolscence. That includes dating in secondary school and crap like that. WHY IS NO ONE DOING ANY REAL CRAZY THING? Like example taking roller coasters thirty times a day, or pretending to faint in the haunted house so that the staff gets worried. Or memorising a whole book so that you can recite it backwards. Hmm, I tried reading 10 books a day (crazy eh) but only succeeded in finishing seven of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-4733802059712468716?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/4733802059712468716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/07/chloroform.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/4733802059712468716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/4733802059712468716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/07/chloroform.html' title='Chloroform'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-6390650157855885431</id><published>2010-06-28T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T18:59:17.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Density</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am revising geography and yet still worrying about other stuffs. So to get those stuffs off my mind I shall just plan out my whole day here. okay Xingyue. get psyched. And a pen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So basically tomorrow:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Revise geography during Chemistry lessons. To hell with Aesthetics, such a waste of time. Revise more Geography meanwhile. Silently and quietly and creepily revise geography during RS block. More revision for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then wednesday, after the exams end:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Japanese homework which I slack of for very long already. And Chinese book effing report.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is what I had for dinner:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Two pears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- A cup of coffee (which taste eww but I want to stay awake)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- five packets of M&amp;amp;Ms (hey I can't resist)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- A big bowl of soup and a big bowl of rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Three tiny cupcakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- ermmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay Japanese stuffs are stressing me out a lot. I am NOT linguistically inclined. Okay then where my talent lies. ARGH. I just remember that I have to return Zhixin her book tomorrow and I only read one page!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-6390650157855885431?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/6390650157855885431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/06/density.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/6390650157855885431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/6390650157855885431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/06/density.html' title='Density'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-5837827509539715959</id><published>2010-06-15T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:02:40.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extraterrestrials</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just gave up my chance of going on the roller coasters on Friday for the Material Science Course at some ulu place. That means, while my sister and brother are having fun I will be at a course. I don't mind the course actually, it sounds interesting, (though I am not that sure, but I suppose I will learn something from it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, that means, if my mum (who is pissed at me for that, not like I care about her being pissed or not) decides to bring my sister and brother to eat sushis. OH NO. But then again I can always buy them myself. And I will also save myself from the embarressment if my siblings shouted too loud and make a scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And if I go I might have a higher chance of getting into Physics RA. But. What if I didnt get it D:&amp;nbsp; Okay I still learn something, right? Mixed feelings here. Because I would also be skipping CIP stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And there is still FUCKING IVP. I had no idea how to build the thing, or even find the materials for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But let's talk about happier stuffs, like I JUST CREATED MY BANK ACCOUNT:D I shall get my ATM card tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-5837827509539715959?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/5837827509539715959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/06/extraterrestrials.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/5837827509539715959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/5837827509539715959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/06/extraterrestrials.html' title='Extraterrestrials'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-9176202781346986455</id><published>2010-06-14T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:02:04.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Force Field</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FISHY IS BACK :DDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-shrieked and shout and jumped around in profound happiness-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-screams the joy out of me and cause window to break into smithereens-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-glass shreds form the words FISHY IS BACK in happy lovely colours of all wavelengths-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-photon delightfully travel light-seconds back and forth the room-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-gamma ray penetrates me body and arrange my cells to form words: FISHY IS BACK-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fine I am sort of crazy. Since I have nothing much to do other than cough continuously (my throat ARGH) which means I won't be ablt to fall asleep until it gets slightly better, I present you this list of names I've given to my various objects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My school shoes:&lt;/strong&gt; The right shoe is called Oedipus and the left shoe Electra, after Sigmund Freud's theory and that da Vinci attributed the right side to the male and the left side to females.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My blue sneakers:&lt;/strong&gt; Oedipus Junior and Electra Junior, read above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My blue slippers:&lt;/strong&gt; Laser for right and Maser for left, name after the first coherent radiation, produced by Prof. Charles Townes and his colleagues, in the form of microwaves (masers), and how it was extended to visible light by the name of lasers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My red smaller bolster:&lt;/strong&gt; The one I used for a few years before giving my brother, who eventually not want it anymore, so I got it back. Name it yoyo (pronouce yo!!!yo!!! with the high screechy voice) after my brother's obsession with yoyos at one point of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My blue watch:&lt;/strong&gt; Named Strange after the strange quarks :D Strange quarks sounds cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My blue 6-month&amp;nbsp;old notebook:&lt;/strong&gt; Azure, after my favourite shade of blue (with the coolest name). Unfortunately this notebook is going to be used up soon, so when I go back to school I would be using a new one, which is disgustingly pink and purple (since I was using all those pink and purple zigs I found).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My new pink and purple and red and orange notebook:&lt;/strong&gt; Puce, after a shade of pink that doesn't look like pink, but the name sounds cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My blue bag:&lt;/strong&gt; Winbri (pronouced whine-bree). No reason. The name just stuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My yellow thick blankie that make me feel less guilty when my sister uses the aircon:&lt;/strong&gt; Xantho, after xanthophobia, a fear of yellow. I know it's weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My orange yoghurt cup:&lt;/strong&gt; The cup I got for free when my grandpa bought yoghurt drink: Sae-gee, after the shade of orange it is in, which is a in between of safety orange (which I think sounds really retarded) and SAE amber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My blue file:&lt;/strong&gt; Periwinkle X-04, or X-04 for short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My red pencil case:&lt;/strong&gt; Persee-mon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My blue blankie:&lt;/strong&gt; Banquee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-9176202781346986455?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/9176202781346986455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/06/force-field.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/9176202781346986455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/9176202781346986455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/06/force-field.html' title='Force Field'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-2118404222884185662</id><published>2010-06-08T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T10:39:48.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spongebob in China!</title><content type='html'>I planned to finish all homework today and start revising jap. btw this video is cute:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PxymwN7nYQQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PxymwN7nYQQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-2118404222884185662?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/2118404222884185662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/06/spongebob-in-china.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2118404222884185662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2118404222884185662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/06/spongebob-in-china.html' title='Spongebob in China!'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-2613928125676354372</id><published>2010-06-04T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:11:49.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ziggy zazzy zits (okay not zits)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One whole day of slacking and no homework done. I found this website (crack.com) with tons of interesting articles so I was reading it in the afternoon. Then I started watching television for a few hours while snacking (not doing anything good to my throat but whatever). I have one whole day of art tomorrow, and I'm not even sure if I got all the materials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay screwed it. I can't find the art paper because my mum pack it away. #*(&amp;amp;$@!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did five friendship bands already! And the fifth one has a zigzaggy pattern.&lt;br /&gt;CIP hours: &lt;br /&gt;(Since I'm doing 7) Friendship bands - 14 hours&lt;br /&gt;Street Sales (probably going all so)&amp;nbsp;- 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;Making stuffs for this project iHEARTyou sessions (probably going all too) - 16 hours&lt;br /&gt;On sales and research team for above project - 6 hours (?)&lt;br /&gt;Rice collection thing I did at the start of the year - 8 hours&lt;br /&gt;Maybe more CIP hours so erm altogether 68 hours plus more possible hours (SL project&amp;nbsp;probably) &amp;nbsp;plus last year's hours = 100 hours or more:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all I need to do now is to do more next year and next next year and I can hit 200 hours or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my art material. My grandma just found them lying at the bottom of this box.&lt;br /&gt;Back to my homework, it is still undone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol in reply to those comments on my cbox (no nicole and lingwei, you two are not spamming at all!) I was just annoyed, not being mean. I really don't like switching periods, but yeah I will tell her. And I don't really care about teacher being biased or not as long as the lesson is fruitful (the right word not? Kind of brain dead now). Well you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WANT MORE PHILOSOPHY LESSONS (YAY NICOLE).&lt;br /&gt;Grace: :'( You cannot go with me. That means I'm only going with Fishy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall sleep now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-2613928125676354372?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/2613928125676354372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/06/ziggy-zazzy-zits-okay-not-zits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2613928125676354372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2613928125676354372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/06/ziggy-zazzy-zits-okay-not-zits.html' title='Ziggy zazzy zits (okay not zits)'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-3701344395754451133</id><published>2010-06-04T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T11:57:29.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teleportation is sort of possible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;THIS IS COOL. I was reading "A User's Guide to the Universe: Surviving the Perils of Black Holes, Time Paradoxes, and Quantum Uncertainty" by&amp;nbsp;Dave Goldberg and Jeff Blomquist. I was reading the chapter on Quantum Weirdness and there is this section: "Can I build a transporter, like on Star Trek?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The book says yes and no. According to quantum mechanics, a electron or another other sort of atomic stuffs (photons?) in the sub-atomic world can be at all places at once. I don't know how that works, plus I read that book early in the morning and my brain isn't clear enough to absorb everything so I will probably reread it again. So anyway, a realistic teleporter, according to the book, does not literally teleports something, but rather destroy the object at this point and make a perfect, literally perfect and same down to the quarks and all, at the place where the object wants to teleport too. And according to the laws of physics, its technically the same object, so it did 'teleport'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now imagine, if you put a human, living human being there, the human will be destroyed, but a perfect replica, down to the memories, will be at the other point. This teleported version will be the one copy left of you, but since its exactly the same as you, plus you are destroyed already, then no one can tell the difference. Creepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scientist tried teleporting an atom over a few meters in 2004, and they succeeded. Though it would be less energy comsuming to just carry that atom over the few meters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay back to yesterday bugis street sales. Carol, Huilin and&amp;nbsp;I manage to finish selling all the 27 items within one hour so we had lunch and slack for the next two hours before huilin went home due to gastric pain. Carol and I later sold out 1 item every two minutes, and we went back to get more items. This third round our sales wasn't quite that good, but overall it was still very good. The person in charge wanted us to come back for the next street sales. Which I think&amp;nbsp;I am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I calculated that by the end of this year I will have close to 100 CIP hours. Hoorray:D I just finish another friendship bracelet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-3701344395754451133?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/3701344395754451133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/06/teleportation-is-sort-of-possible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3701344395754451133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3701344395754451133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/06/teleportation-is-sort-of-possible.html' title='Teleportation is sort of possible'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-5479666015630412718</id><published>2010-06-03T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T21:42:14.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHF: Selling high food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will update this post tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To Grace: Well she can always prove that she don't suck by correcting her mistakes and improving herself. If she gets angry at me over such trival matters like stating that I think a certain teacher she improve on her teaching methods because a lot of people (more than half) in Class 201 and 213 dislike her teaching methods, then she is just proving herself to be an immature teacher who bear grudges. Don't they always say to accept other's criticism because it is a way for self-improvement? Everyone is blind to their own flaws, right? So when others state your flaws out, you should think about what you did wrong and correct it. Right? I believe that a non-sucky teacher will not kill me over such matters, instead, she will prove me wrong by adjusting her teaching methods such that she will not lag behind in Literature and assumes that the whole class knows the actual plot of R&amp;amp;J when most of them don't (I surveyed 201, btw). She will also learn how to tell the difference between English and Literature periods and stop switching between them or turning every single English blocks into Literature blocks. If she were only the English teacher and not our Literature teacher, she would definitely be able to differentiate between this two periods. Another way for self-improvement would be that she can stop digressing during classes and talk about irrelevant stuffs that only amuse a selected group of students she love a lot (the bimbs in particular), and she can also stop fan-girling over Robert Pattinson. I appreciate her kind effort for trying to understand us teenagers, but such methods does not work. She can also try to not hold grudges against students and write mostly negative stuffs on their report cards. I know that she wants us to know our flaws and work on them, but do we only have flaws? Not a single redeeming point? I doubt so. So my suggestion to her for the next semester is to stop wasting lesson time and to always remember bring up our papers to the classroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-5479666015630412718?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/5479666015630412718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/06/shf-selling-high-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/5479666015630412718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/5479666015630412718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/06/shf-selling-high-food.html' title='SHF: Selling high food'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-5562940713380840777</id><published>2010-06-03T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T10:44:51.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When has holiday and homework become synoymous?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have this urge to really type really fast now. Like really really really dash-like fast. Like that Dash in the Incredibles who run really really fast and when he put&amp;nbsp;a thumbnail on his teacher's chair the video tape only captures him moving slightly on his chair. Or like Magneto's son Quicksilver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My cbox has become some sort of chatroom place. So Hi grace hi nicole hi jiahui, and FISHY I demand you to come back NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Romeo and Juliet really suck. It's good to see them die a terrible and tragic death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selling candies at bugis later. People come and buy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-5562940713380840777?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/5562940713380840777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-has-holiday-and-homework-become.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/5562940713380840777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/5562940713380840777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-has-holiday-and-homework-become.html' title='When has holiday and homework become synoymous?'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-3163895274532104283</id><published>2010-06-02T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:47:43.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Are this Os or 0s?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today's CIP with Carol was epic. But SMO first. I only pathetically attempted to do three questions (I'm sure I got at least one question right) and I spend the rest of the time doodling or shading 2010's as answers on the OAS. Either that or 1s. I'm still a little worried about the other SMO since it is very crucial for my math RA. Plus my off-grade FA is probably screwed since I was sick on that day. but whatever. After SMO I meet Carol for CIP stuffs. Can't remember for it was for though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That was the first and LAST time I am ever going to buy from the sandwich vending machine. You see, me and Carol were (obviously) very hungry but the canteen is not open and there is no more time to go to Far East for lunch so we decide to have the sandwiches. I wanted the mushroom cheese one and Carol wanted the Hongkong chicken one so we bought the combo for 4 dollars. But after that 150 seconds of cooking the screen suddenly went 'Not Available' x2 so Carol called the hotline and this guy came to fixed the machines.&amp;nbsp;Carol and I were starved for half and hour but it was worht the wait because we got to see the inside fo the machines with all the mechanical workings and gears and wires whent he guy who answered the hotline drive over and fixed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with the machine was that the grill was not working, but who cares about that when you could see the superb magnificent inner structures of the machines! Thinking about me makes me drool already. All the&amp;nbsp; physics and mathematics at work! Imagine it! (wow I could show this post to the RA people) It was unable for one to describe with such a limited vocabulary. I bet even Shakespeare can't scratch the magnificence of it all. A few hungry girls who crowded aroudn the machines and saw the internal structures went 'cool' and 'way cool' and 'wow so damn cool', but 'cool' is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got fresh hot sandwiches 3 minutes later after the grill was is fixed and heated up. The sandwich has too little mushrooms and way too much cheese. I don't really like cheese you see. We arrived at the art room about time for CIP. It jsut involved cutting strings into 20cm bits, cutting out small pieces of heart on cellophone paper, drawing hearts on some weird ribbon thing, and cutting that big piece of ribbon thing into 10 by 15cm pieces. Yes I did all of those in 2 and a half hours :D 'Cause I figured out those shortcut method to doing all of those (I should patent it) and just got Carol to help me.&lt;br /&gt;We also counted 238 long testtubes and 7 shorter ones.&lt;br /&gt;Sorting out alphebet&amp;nbsp;marcoroni was a chore. Those alphebets were soooo mutated and none of them are in those kind of perfect shape. Plus there is no way you could differentiate between the zeros and the Os. Same or 6s and 9s and Ws and Ms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear the person thought I was weird. But who will buy stupid testtubes with 'I love you' in pink gel? I wouldn't. I rather buy those with mathematical terms, and i make that suggestion to her, but she gave me &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;look. The kind i got from ms tay or other people who find me weird but whatever. Who would buy stupid handbands with a gigantic minnie mouse ribbon filled with hearts in various ugly shapes and sizes? I wouldn't. Maybe those bimbs might. Whatever. I am still doing school sales during the recesses and lunch period though. MORE CIP HOURS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sec-three girl who Carol was talking to thought I was scary. She had biology, chemistry, history and literature as her subject combinations and was telling us how awesome she thought MOV was. Or how she loves literature.&amp;nbsp;We have lousy Romeo&amp;amp;Juliet as our lousy literature topic, and a even lousier literature teacher who havn't even started on teaching us the lousy R&amp;amp;J. How do you expect me to love literature? I guess she was scared of me because I was telling her how I love math physics and geography. Or my cursing at next year's lousy modules? Because according to her the sec-threes might not have aesthetics in the time table, but they have to sign up for cooking modules and other stuffs (it is compulsory) and go for it AFTER school. I can imagine how piss grace will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is even worse? One of those compulsory courses&amp;nbsp;is going to teach us how to use make-ups. No thank you I have enough of it already. If they say we must learn because we will use makeups in the future then I will tell them how I tell myself I will never use makeup in my whole life (besides the fact that it will make my pimples worse). If they tell us we need makeups to find a boyfriend, I will tell them how superficial and shallow it is of a guy to like a girl just because of her looks, and how it is teaching us bad values, and how we shouldn't talk about boyfriends at sec-three, and how I want to remain single forever so no boyfriends for me. If they still force me, I am going to freak them out somehow and get send to counselling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selling candies at Bugis tomorrow. People come and buy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-3163895274532104283?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/3163895274532104283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/06/are-this-os-or-0s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3163895274532104283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3163895274532104283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/06/are-this-os-or-0s.html' title='&quot;Are this Os or 0s?&quot;'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-131139330658214477</id><published>2010-06-01T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:15:30.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIP: Shut-In Pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SAID I FEEL SAD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FEEL ULTRA ULTRA SAD AND DUMB.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SMO was so much easier than last year. So why am I so dumb and sign up for the open round tomorrow when I don't even understand a single question in the SMO past year papers for open round. I actually sign up just in case I don't get good marks for this SMO. But now it seems that I'm just wasting money by signing up for the open round tomorrow. But if I don't go, I waste more money, right? And if I do go, at least I get the question booklet. Plus I already promise Carol to meet up at 12.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everything is so boring. I am dreading SIP. Don't feel like doing it. But I really shall try to finish the holiday homework by the end of this week so that I could start revising Japanese next week, and erm, get obsessed over comics like I planned for the holiday :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then the third week would be totally dedicated to my dear humanities subjects and Chinese... AND THE FOURTH WEEK I SHALL GO CRAZY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey. It's not fair. June holidays seems so long in back in primary school. Now it just seems like a short four weeks break. WHY OH WHY OH WHY OH WHY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I have what they call the self-inflicted pressure. If there is such a phrase. But RA math and physics are just so important to me, and if I could get good marks for the other subjects, a GPA of 3.8 or something so gets a higher chance to get in, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stupid facebook fanpages. I use to think ily means someone had a typo error while spelling 'lily'. Though it doesn't make sense why someone would say 'lily'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma thinks that I lack social life. My social life = goofing on facebook (social enough right? it's a social network afterall)&amp;nbsp;, goofing with fishy, goofing with grace, sometimes goofing with zhixin and joanne and carol, goofing on msn with nicole and ariel and goofing more on wikipedia reading up on stuffs. So I do have a social life. I hope my grandma isn't referring to those loud noisy wild parties. I am defnitely not including those into my social life. Firstly, who holds them in the first place. Or if she meant going out with friends, okay one movie is enough, no shopping afterwards :/&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And I can't even stand people shouting and yelling in class during free periods so I defnitely cannot stand loud parties (i really have this temptation to tear people's mouth out 'cause i hate it when it is so noisy). Dear grandma your granddaughter do have a social life :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it the only shows my sister likes to watch are long windy taiwan shows or lousy singapore soaps? How about X-men? Those amazing mutations and more amazing people and philosophy in the film? How about Jurrasic Park? Why sister's interest is totally different from mine. I swear she never watches any thrillers. But similarly I don't want soaps. But soaps are terrible! It's just stupid shows by stupid singapore 'actors' (they can't even act WELL) going by some predicable plot that is so cheesy and dramatic and repeated 10000000x times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma thinks my sister has more social life than me. Hello. Just because she goes down everyday to play and invite her friends over every week, she has more social life than me? Fine. How about non-social relaxing life? She don't read books, she can't understand simple 'Powerpuff Girls' and she is primary 4! Maybe she don't find reading books relaxing, then how about comics?? She don't read comics too. I think there is no way anyone in this family is ever going to read my daVinci Code book. What's more talk about it with me. This is call truly deprived of social life ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sigh. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BIG MAJOR HUMONGOUS GIGANTIC UNIVERSE-LIKE INFINITE SIGH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;small tiny puny teeny weeny atomic-like quark-size sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-131139330658214477?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/131139330658214477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/06/sip-shut-in-pressure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/131139330658214477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/131139330658214477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/06/sip-shut-in-pressure.html' title='SIP: Shut-In Pressure'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-5841438246259459811</id><published>2010-05-31T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T16:43:16.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOSS: System of System Specification</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was evacuation accreditions or something like that today. Being absent-minded I only know about it yesterday night at 11pm. Which means if I slept earlier I would have woke up today not knowing there is anything going on in school at all. Actually I prefer to not go since I would have more time to study for SMO but I went so here are some epic moments 8D (grace would be interested in one of this, definitely).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Truth or Dare:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-bottle spins to Nicole Chong-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciwei: OH NICOLE. Truth or dare? (choose dare!)&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: ... Truth.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Have you lost your first kiss to (hint hint)?&lt;br /&gt;Ciwei: Yeah have you??&lt;br /&gt;Joan and other: -Pressure pressure- HAVE YOU -more pressure-&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: ...&lt;br /&gt;Ciwei: Have right?!&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: ...&lt;br /&gt;Ciwei: Yes you did!!! See! Face red lao. Blushing eh.&lt;br /&gt;Joan or others: Ya lor! Face red lao.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: My face always red what.&lt;br /&gt;Ciwei: So you did right?&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: ... I don't want to say la. ... ... -MAJOR- ....&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes you did, now move on.&lt;br /&gt;-spins bottle-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-bottle spins to Joan-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan: Truth.&lt;br /&gt;Ciwei: Why truth?? ): okok. Truth ah, &lt;br /&gt;Ciwei and Nicole: Do you have any crushes?&lt;br /&gt;Joan: Erm... nod nod.&lt;br /&gt;Ciwei: How many?? (lol always so kpo)&lt;br /&gt;Joan: One or two. (huh. its either one OR two, not both one or two.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When PL senior playing songs:&lt;br /&gt;-plays some korean songs with korean singers in the MV-&lt;br /&gt;Ciwei me and other: EWww Major.&lt;br /&gt;PL: What eww la He is very handsome okay.&lt;br /&gt;-major laughter-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed my theory paper. But I pass practical :D Either I gain muscles or Beatrix is very light (glares at FISHY).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-5841438246259459811?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/5841438246259459811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/05/soss-system-of-system-specification.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/5841438246259459811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/5841438246259459811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/05/soss-system-of-system-specification.html' title='SOSS: System of System Specification'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-2705478532585230996</id><published>2010-05-31T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T14:26:45.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy beezy wheezy wooz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just calculated and found out that, if I really follow my study plan for the holiday, meaning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5&amp;nbsp;days to study japanese,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Study Literature, History, Geography, Chinese for 2 days each,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finish SIP and Geography PT (2 days at most),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Read physics textbook and finish Math homework - another 1 day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Considering that I only have 26 days left for the June holiday since the first few days will be solely for mugging mathematics, then after I've done all stuffs on the schedule I will only have 10 days left, and minus 2.5 days for art, I am left with... 7.5 days, 0.5 days for library trip, so 7 days, which is the last week of holiday to (idk) read all those books?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And my siblings are happily playing games -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-2705478532585230996?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/2705478532585230996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/05/busy-beezy-wheezy-wooz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2705478532585230996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2705478532585230996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/05/busy-beezy-wheezy-wooz.html' title='Busy beezy wheezy wooz'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-5446655109556212978</id><published>2010-05-29T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T20:13:10.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taming of a Violent Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am now looking at&amp;nbsp;childhood from my sister's perspective (since I grow up anti-social and my sister grow up loving parties and stuffs). Yeah a huge contrast, I know. Until now I still had no idea why my Primary 4sister finds it difficult to read my old books (such as Heidi and Robin Hood) when I read it all in Primary one. And why my sister and brother cannot read words that goes beyond those used in daily conversations, or how they already&amp;nbsp;knew a huge range of vulgarities. And that is pretty ridiculous, they knew even more than me. I am secondary two and they are primary four and one respectively. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then yesterday I found out that it might be due to the fact that they play outdoor every single day and mix with all those bad companies. (now which parent said playing outdoor is better for kids? I grow up playing with lego bricks at home and they grow up playing at playgrounds mixing with weird friends). Firstly, the amount of colourful languages they use, words such as 'shit' and 'stupid' and 'dumb' and 'damn' and more explicit ones are used on daily basis by those kids who are around my sister's age. And I only use them from time to time (not even at home! I don't speak english at home so there is no way my sister learns them from me). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Secondly, they have no manners. Like this annoying Indian girl who loves to bring her two other younger siblings to my house steps everyday and stand outside the door looking inside the house and keep asking me where my sister is... at 8pm or later at night. Don't they know people need privacy? And when I told them my sister is not free and that they shouldn't come so late, they ask me why.&amp;nbsp;So I told them nicely that it's not something they should care about. And they ask me why again. So this time I got angry and I shouted at them to screw off (okay I use this exact phrase but you can't blame me) or else I will find their mother, and they still lag at my doorsteps asking for my sister. I nearly punch them, but I shouted even louder at them, and after a while they finally walk off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thirdly, their grammar is ._.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The girl says this: "[sister's name] at home? She now eat dinner?" I could make out the question, so I told them yes, please go home. She replied: "I come out house just now, don't want go back, wait for [sister's name] first come." And that was totally intelligible. If I hadn't lived with my uncle who is learning English, I wouldn't have understand it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last shocking revelation: Those kids plays hand-on-hand combat. Well, the nice way of putting it. But it's just actually lousy one-on-one fighting where they have one group versus another and just anyhow push one member out (usually the weakest) to fight and get beaten up. And when I was their age, during those rare occasions (before the swings were taken apart) when I went down to play the swings I only remember those people playing Catch and Freeze. Or other lame games. Just a few years and a great change in games -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Plus my brother is getting really violent. He hits and shouts all the time. I don't remember him talking nicely to anyone (but me? I guess I am a good sister). So I devised this plan (using B. F. Skinner's theory of behavior and reinforcement of consequenses) to change my brother's violent behaviour. I shall punish him (by making him reflect on his behaviour for a period of time and increase the time if this punishment is not effective, or by prohibiting him from playing downstairs) if he misbehave and reward him if he behaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When his behaviour shows an improvement, I will slack on the rewards so that he don't grow dependent on it, and keep the punishment same. This experiment shall take about 1 to 2 years or even more, so its a long term one. (was thinking is I should keep a report on it, sadly school don't allow this sort of cool psychological experiments for SIP)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Naming it Taming of Violent Brother (after shakespeare's taming of the shrew, even though I find that play sexist).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-5446655109556212978?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/5446655109556212978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/05/taming-of-violent-brother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/5446655109556212978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/5446655109556212978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/05/taming-of-violent-brother.html' title='Taming of a Violent Brother'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-6024582972364859494</id><published>2010-05-29T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T11:50:08.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antibubbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"globules of liquid that are surrounded by a thin film of gas"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel really sleepy today. I think it must be due to my lack of sleep on monday and tuesday. And wednesday. No wonder I slept till 11am today. Actually I woke up at 5am because my bladder is bursting, then after sitting on the toilet bowl for (I don't know how long, I can't tell time when my brain is dead) I went back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday's sport fest was epic! (not because the sport fest itself was fun, in fact it was boring and I don't even feel any 'house spirit' or 'school spirit' they claim we are feeling) After school (I was running everywhere during the science period to get my materials for SIP) I found Fishy outside Anderson's waiting for Carol to collect the strings needed to tie friendship band so Grace and I went to collect to in hopes of getting more CIP hours for this year. (haha we got one more than fishy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The 105 bus was so crowded. When it first arrived at the bus stop it's really empty, then the stupid bus driver decided to stop it halfway through the bus stop so Fishy, Carol, Huilin, Grace and I struggle to get onto the bus. Those fucking RGS girls are so kiasu, so they keep pushing me and (my oh so poor) bag in order to get onto the bus . I got really angry so I swear at them and push them (by walking backwards a little and sticking my back out) and they stop pushing me. Can't they just wait and get onto the bus in a civilised manner? The capacity of the bus is constant, so no matter how much they pushed, if the bus is too full to let them get in, they can't get in anyway. What is the point of fighting to get onto the bus? On the bus I overheard Sec ones talking about how awesome this particular Arielle &amp;nbsp;is and so I got Grace to point out for me who Arielle is. She is totally 180 degrees different from what Zhixin told me about. (either that or we just have different perceptions of what 'cute' is).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had KFC at some mall place. After finish the (spicy and therefore not nice) zinger burger, I went to ask the staffs at the counter about the sort of eggs they use for their egg tarts. The staffs didn't understand my question at first and told me they use liquid eggs, and I was thinking like "of&amp;nbsp;course the egg would be in its liquid form, what else would you use anyway? Hard boil?" So I ask specifically the animal that lay the egg, and the staff call out a whole ton of other staffs and ask them about it. One staff then tell me: "I don't know what animal lay it, but we use 鸡蛋." Which translates to chicken, meaning a chicken lay it. I then ask, so you meant a chicken lay it? And the lady had this confused look and nodded her head in this unsure manner. Talk about the quality of staffs working in KFC! They don't even know the basic main ingredient use in their egg tarts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a while I went forward to another staffs and ask if the soccer players on the waterbottles they are sellings are really soccer players, and the staff at the counter is unsure again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Staff: "I don't know, but I suppose they are all soccer players"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: "Do you like, have a profile of those people? To make sure they are pure soccer players?"&lt;br /&gt;Staff: - signal a white shirt staff and whisper something in her ears-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Manager: "They are all soccer players, really."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I thought all staffs should be well-trained? Why should they confirm with someone else before answering questions? Fishy told me I'm definitely going to be on KFC's blackmark list for asking intelligently-crafted questions like this several times (I ask them before at another KFC).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we walk out of the store I notice that the poster they put up to advertise their egg tarts has two different type of eggs, one type is brownish yellow and the other one is white, so Carol and I reach the conclusion that the brownish-yellow ones are the chicken eggs with shells, and the white ones are either duck egg or hard boiled egg, which doesn't make sense because the the staffs just told me they use chicken eggs, and how do you ever make tarts with hard-boiled ones? I keep in mind to ask them about this in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank four cups of milo at the stadium. And I got very annoyed at everyone cheering and making so much noise. I see a possible cause of noise pollution somewhere here. Can't RGS girls keep their mouth shut just for one sec? Is it that difficult? I don't care all the crap about showing support and love for the school because I do not like the school AT ALL. I didn't even know those people in the school are so noisy and rowdy. And I see no point sports fest.&amp;nbsp;I bet if the school didnt make it compulsory, only a small percentage of the school will turn out. Even Carol's dad told her to sneak out of the stadium and go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sport fest is totally useless, what exactly do you do there? Get bored and have your eardrums burst by hundreds of people shouting or by the speaker right next to you while watching people run and trip. And despite asking the teacher managing the speaker to turn down the volume TWO times, the volume still remains so loud. I doubt that the Tao Payoh residents even appreciates the stupid cheer those people gave them at the end of sports fest. Plus the cheerleader's dance ain't even coordinated! Look at the pompoms! I bet China can do so much better than them, and China wont choose sucky songs like Barbie dolls or whatever for their cheerleading dances. The Buckle cheer itself was stupid. It was suppose to have a tune according to what my class did (something I didnt participated in) but when I hear those people cheering it yesterday, there was no tune at all. I can't even make out some words of the cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing was, of course, me and gang crowded around this table at the IVP's stand (where the teachers were sitting comfortably at their chairs) to watch the stuffs going on. We are enjoying the same privileges as the teachers while other people cheer and cheer away. (I didn't bother cheering, I was laughing rather sadistically at the other people who are cheering.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that railing seperating the seats. I like jumping over it! (Carol lol she crawl under it :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-6024582972364859494?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/6024582972364859494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/05/antibubbles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/6024582972364859494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/6024582972364859494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/05/antibubbles.html' title='Antibubbles'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-9164360120775042541</id><published>2010-05-24T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:12:57.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abnormality is underrated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm taking a weeny teeny bit of time away from my mad midnight homework chiongning to post some crap. Hah! I manage to finish the chinese filing all by evening. I got home, dump bag onto the floor, threw one whole stack of worksheets on the floor and got my sister to help me sort out the worksheets and filter the chinese ones out in exchange for my permission to let her switch on the air-conditioner :D (air-con waste so much electricity. If we all use less air-con, maybe years down the&amp;nbsp;road temperature could get&amp;nbsp;cooler!)&amp;nbsp;See I'm such good at bargaining. Like I exchange my half-finish slurpee with her for 60 cents. I wasted money on slurpee today (eer, must learn to control my temptations to eat ahem). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I went to bathe (yucks, the result of walking back home in the afternoon under the scorching hot sun). And when I come back my sister finish all the categorising of worksheets so I can proceed on to happy filing. I of couse didnt lose/cannot find any worksheets since I'm always put the worksheets in THAT poor corner of my poor table.&amp;nbsp;Perhaps that's why that not-so-poor-after-all corner of that table is so shiny smooth-y spot-free white while the other pathetic parts of my table vanished/dissappear under all the black marks, pencil markings, dust and all. So anyway, proceed to filing. I'm so 用心 that I photocopy the other page of the table of contents so that I can have one page for every divider :D (or was it due to my OCDs?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm kind of missing only my xiaolianbi 2, but Lingwei can't find hers too so I hope its okay. I'm also missing corrections of spelling since I didnt even do in the first place, and have a few (2 or 3) blank worksheets but its overall super neat and tidy okay! (and I realised that humongous amount of chinese homework I ever did since the start of my I-hate-doing-linguistic-homework-and-since-chinese-teacher-is-always-more-blur-I-shall-not-do-Chinese-homework phase. I mean, only 2 to 3 blank w/s and missing spelling corrections, other homework all completed nicely with good quality! Zhang laoshi has some sort of witch-y effect on me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Filing ends... 1 hour later? (Because I am missing all the dates for the worksheets. I don't even write my name, what makes me think I remember the date ._. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next part of my chiongning was making sure my SIP project works and then drafting out the methods and stuffs. Which I finish... after a five minute break playing computer and 20 minutes eating lunch and being distracted my TV, WHICH IS AN IMPROVEMENT. I am trying to do my homework! And I'm starting on 议论文. So am I being to ambitious if I say I want to finish all the homework...today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because I am going to need the three hours of aesthetics to memorise the Footdrill accred notes (the commands with malay words I can't read, basically.) Since I don't want to fail it again, I certainly don't enjoy marching in uniforms every week! (my smelly socks yucks. yucks more.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Writing mushy crap stuffs that I don't even believe in myself for my 议论文 on 家庭凝聚力. Let's just say I google it and it copying this huge chunk of the good phrases.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like nice nice emails warning people of the consequences their actions have on environments. I feel guilty if I use air-con you know, so I thought I shall ask the congress if they could regulate the use of air-cons. But then everyone will be complaining about how hot it is (open the windows!). So argh. This year's shangri-la's thing is during the holidays! If not I get more days of holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Taopayoh is&amp;nbsp; on the red line. hooray and looking forward to taking the circle line. Well at least I need to learn how to get to JC in the future, ya' know. I shall bring Grace to see the ahem*** shop on thursday while we go eat KFC. 8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like the smell of that machine thing at redhill. The elevator machine thing. Though I don't think its quite good for my health to inhale such stuffs, but I just like the smell! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What part of "I don't help strange people do their homework" do you not understand? Annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo and Juliet heh heh. Me and grace spent half and hour debating about whether the guy acting Romeo is Leonardo di Caprio or not. We decide to let sex scene (though it was fast forwarded but I saw naked bodies entwined) decide. I won :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn and yawns more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-9164360120775042541?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/9164360120775042541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/05/abnormality-is-underrated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/9164360120775042541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/9164360120775042541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/05/abnormality-is-underrated.html' title='Abnormality is underrated.'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-3269209751725513191</id><published>2010-05-22T22:12:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T22:44:38.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowledge is Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One must work and dare if one really wants to live.&lt;/em&gt; - Vincent van Gogh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel worned out. Wasted the whole of today, again... :(&amp;nbsp; Open house was okay, I mixed all the salts of all colours together, and instead of getting beautiful rainbow crystals I got something that roughly resembles those stuffs in the toilet bowl after a constipation session. I really love the crystals, but blur me forgot to bring one home D:&amp;nbsp; And Peishan's clock was on display! That was such a surprise ya'know. Though I must admit it's creative. BUT STILL. Secondary 1s do such cool and cute toys for design and techonology. (i think mine was on display last year). I feel so :/ after seeing the SAP people's artwork. I really should have join SAP. But nevermind, I shall just try for RAs and work harder during art lessons. School makes me brain-dead during art lessons and I cannot concentrate or draw nice nice at all. House cheers reminds me of those stupid house practices. And there are way too many people in the school for open house, I felt so overwhelmed. Grace found my poster in the toilet lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really should start doing homework, but somehow don't feel like doing. I just want to sleep all day for one whole week :]&amp;nbsp; since thursday is sports fest I wont be going for japanese lessons. What a relief. The sensei has obviously a very bad impression of me now since I didnt buy the new textbook and just talk nonstop during lessons. Stutter a lil' too much during show and tell but at least&amp;nbsp;memorise the script! I am thinking of changing japanese class to tuesday after the holiday, so I'm going to email the sensei. After Math Olympiad I am also going to seriously study the japanese notes. At least I need to understand what the teacher is talking about in class right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes I really want to drop japanese. I mean, I don't even like languages! I rather memorise the whole textbook on physics, chemistry and biology than all the vocabulary for english, chinese and japanese. And I suck at english grammar. But dropping it would be a waste! and since I already spent money on the books I shall just continue, right? Plus my competitive nature is preventing me from dropping, so this means I am going to mug extra hard. In my whole life I've never really study so I'm not sure how I'm going to study this language right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more addicted to my X-men book actually, but all the sleepiness and moodiness is preventing me from enjoying any book. All 'cause of Math Olympiad! But it is reall very very important and crucial to my future ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall sleep now. Not going to be late for art again tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-3269209751725513191?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/3269209751725513191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/05/knowledge-is-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3269209751725513191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3269209751725513191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/05/knowledge-is-power.html' title='Knowledge is Power'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-8011187474124663320</id><published>2010-05-17T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:38:06.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death by drowning due to stupid emotional tears of stupid emtional females</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The greatest weakness of all is the great fear of appearing weak.” Jacques Benigne Bossuel&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My results are below expectations again D: I don't know who that person who said that quote is, but I totally don't agree with it man. I'm super ai mian zi and so far nothing too bad happen to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Other than my lousy marks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jap show and tell is crap. I give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;CANNOT GIVE UP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ARGH DON'T CARE LA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I find it stupid, that people on facebook are joining stupid fanpages about BGR and crap. Hello everyone we are 14! Its not even half your life lived! let say you live till 50 that is. I rather read all those books in the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know why we females are degraded and treated worse than animals? Because stupid females are too emotional. They can't even stand for themselves. They just do what others want them to do. basically give birth and give birth more. Can't females find the strength to stand up for equality of genders? And the most basic way to do so is not to be hurt by stupid 14&amp;nbsp; year old guys dumping stupid 14 year old girls, and then all those irritating annoying fan pages dissappears too :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm rambling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But my point is FEMALES SHOULDN'T BE SO EMOTIONAL. I mean there is of course a good side to it, like females are more compassionate and kind than males, and less violent, but they should sometimes think rationally too. Males suck man. People know that! Males are non-compassionate, more violent, and some of them are dumbass too. Some la. I mean I must admit that yeah, they are good in math and science. But females reproduce:D Not the stupid males. So why are we letting them bully us? Like even until now there are sexism around the world. My paternal grandma is totally @&amp;amp;%$! She thinks that the role of females is give birth and give birth more. And they should let the males control and do everything, and not like control the husbands. Of course after i finally pass my jap i will learn how to scold her in jap :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SIP!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-8011187474124663320?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/8011187474124663320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/05/death-by-drowning-due-to-stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/8011187474124663320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/8011187474124663320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/05/death-by-drowning-due-to-stupid.html' title='Death by drowning due to stupid emotional tears of stupid emtional females'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-7493519910051912624</id><published>2010-05-14T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:23:32.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death by vomitting after seeing unhygenic people perform disgusting acts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you find a hundred dollars on the ground do you pick it up and keep for yourself or give it to the police? I mean, there is no way to return to the owner so the police station will probably use it for themselves, then it would be better if you just keep it? Like maybe the notes have seriel/serial/dk-what-rial number then at least the owner can identify. Then what if I found one dollar on the ground? There is no identification and if I give it to the GO they just keep it in school funds anyway so I can keep it right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday's 2.4km was like errr, okok la. I was running my last round, then I saw ___ running in front of me, and I cannot stand losing to her in 2.4 so I dashed and sprinted for the last part and got a 16.26min. Which is pretty good, considering that I stop excersing. OH AND DC ON WEDNESDAY WAS SO FUNNY. Obviously me and grace don't feel responsible for the lights and fans thing and so we were very very pissed off about the DC, and somehow I link my points to overpopulation :D I wrote 4 pages! (not exactly a reflection since one page was spent on picking out the flaws of the school education system).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everything else went okay. HELLO GRACE I DONT HAVE THAT DEEP A KNOWLEGDE IN TORTURE METHODS and I certainly empathise with people suffering :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Results still not up to expectatios but whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And did I mention that awefully disgusting incident during english discussion today? ___ was laughing and some white gooey thing flew out of her mouth/nose and landed on someone's jacket and she took that huge chunk of white gooey thing and put in her pocket, then without washing her hands, proceed on to do the LA thing. And I was so disgusted I ran out of the class and stay there for approximately five minutes minus human reaction time and the time needed for me to dash out of the classroom (trust me, it's faster than my shuttle run results), lest I vomit. I am probably scarred for life unless she is not my classmate next year (that would be my happiest thing ever besides getting my RAs). I still havn't regain my appetite yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ms Ng (the cca one) is my science teacher for the Integrated Science Module. We 'played' who is it which is basically people wrote 4 to 5 sentences about themselves and let others guess. Mine went like: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like colour-coded stuffs which is why this is written in purple ink (against purple paper) even though I really really like blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have&amp;nbsp;a bit of OCD-ness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am sane and not weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like Bugs Bunny, Spongebob, Sherlock Holmes and Tom&amp;amp;Jerry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I watch cartoon all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like Nightcrawler from X-men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My all-time favourite movie is X-men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love food which is why I gonna be a food critic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung, da Vinci and Hitler rocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like coloured-pens, notebooks and plushies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love physics and math!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nicole got my card and somehow guessed it was me from "Sigmund Freud". BUT WAS IT THAT OBVIOUS IT'S ME?? I mean as compared to Grace's "I want to go home early after school". Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only lonely souls in the 213 that really love physics and math and thought they were the most interesting subjects?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only lonely souls in the 213 that is really tempted to read the whole physics and math textbook the day before exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crycrycry D&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;( People are so weird. What is so bad about physics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinyu ask me if I want to sign up for computer programming lessons next year. It seems interesting. And perhaps I could learn cool codes. And make cool stuffs. And get LEAPS points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese debate was simply horrifying. I have to practise for godknowshowlong before I finally finally get those awkward words out for I am the first speaker -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-7493519910051912624?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/7493519910051912624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/05/death-by-vomitting-after-seeing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/7493519910051912624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/7493519910051912624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/05/death-by-vomitting-after-seeing.html' title='Death by vomitting after seeing unhygenic people perform disgusting acts'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-1308526805122157795</id><published>2010-05-02T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:53:37.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death by Google's satellite invasion of privacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Google maps is so cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was at Bill Amend's &lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/billamend/"&gt;old site&lt;/a&gt; where he talk about Jason being amazed with google's satellite maps. Being curious I went there for a look. And tada, spent over three hours on the site stalkin my classmates -.- BUT IT IS VERY VERY VERY COOL! &lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I could see my house (or that road outside my house). I place that orange guy on the road and saw the street view! But I place the photos any where from 2007 to 2009 because when I went to Jurong Point (was planning to stalk on Vanessa in her condo), the condos are still under renovation. So if I went around the place near Fishy's house I might see her Primary 4 self walking around. I tried stalking Zhixin muahaha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to ahem visit some other places around the world. Like Australia's Sydney Opera house. I tried to zoom into Amazon forest and see the animals in there but failed terribly. So I tried to go Egypt and see those pyramids there, but couldnt find Cairo D: Then I went to Pisa but cannot find the Leaning Tower of Pisa, so I went Greece, but cannot find Delphi! Then I went to Shanghai (I was thinking of peeking at Shanghai's shibohui thing) and got lost. So I zoom in on Beijing (I thought I could see the Great Wall of China &lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;8D&lt;/span&gt; but that failed too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Which left me stuck with stalking myself, Zhixin, Ariel and Fishy. And Annie. Then I thought of zooming in on Bermuda Triangle (and perhaps solving the mystery and earning big bucks!) but I couldn't locate that damn triangle -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wanted to see the polar bears so I zoom in on Artic but everything is so white D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I thought of going to the Singapore Zoo on the map (if I could see those animals this way then I won't need to visit the zoo anymore xD ). Couldn't locate the zoo D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saw kukup on the map! But I can't zoom into it. I'm going to download the Google Earth plugin xD Then I could see everything in 3D! Then I will find out Grace's address and stalk her :D If I could zoom in enough and have a peek into her house perhaps I could copy her homework too! (When I zoom in on RGS and put that little orange man on Andersons Road I saw construction work going on outside the RGS main gate O: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I can't find Mount Fugi at Japan!]&lt;br /&gt;[I can't find that hotel I stayed in during primary five's China immursion tour!]&lt;br /&gt;[Where is joanne?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I think the photos were taken last year.&lt;br /&gt;pp/s: I see IMM!&lt;br /&gt;ppp/s: I see how small Singapore really is. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-1308526805122157795?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/1308526805122157795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/05/death-by-googles-satellite-invasion-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/1308526805122157795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/1308526805122157795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/05/death-by-googles-satellite-invasion-of.html' title='Death by Google&apos;s satellite invasion of privacy'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-1433141864380649108</id><published>2010-04-30T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T19:46:27.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death by peanut butter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will mug hard from now on. I will definitely mug hard from now on. I didnt get full marks for math (and the marks I got are below expectations), I got careless in English and missed the full marks too, and careless in Geography and missed full marks again. And I failed jap... again. However, I decide not to quit! :DDD Once circle line is done maybe JUST MAYBE I will consider transferring back to Bishan thursday class:DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 1 why I should mug hard:&lt;/strong&gt; I got sick of facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason&amp;nbsp;2 why I should mug hard:&lt;/strong&gt; I cannot stand not getting full marks for Math and Geography, and I will aim to get a full marks for Physics:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 3 why I should mug hard:&lt;/strong&gt; Not fail jap again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 4 why I should mug hard:&lt;/strong&gt; I want RA Math and Physics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 5 why I should mug hard:&lt;/strong&gt; I want a GPA 3.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason why I WILL mug hard:&lt;/strong&gt; SUSHIS xDDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mr Goh resigned, so I'm not sure who I should get to write me the teacher's reccomendation for Physics RA. (I'm still pretty scared that I won't do well for PT).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;CLE was on sexuality education. Zhanglaoshi call it sexy sexy talk (er). Ms Tay was telling us about male and female -ness and how we should behave like a lady and I got angry at that. Why must females behave in that certain lady-like way and males behave in that certain gentleman-like way or whatever else. Why can't females behave like males and males behave like females? It's so unfair! Like my Grandma tell me all the time that I shouldn't be reading sci-fi or crime-fic or psychological-related books or thrillers because usually its the boys who read them.&amp;nbsp;That I should start watching more TV shows about people's life (or romance) such as the taiwan long soap drama my sister loves so much, and not those thrillers or action films like x-men or transformers or blood gore stuffs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't get it. Why is it that in society females are expected to behave and think in someway and males in a much more different way? Females are sometimes still prejudiced against. What is it about females that is inferior to males? We are all born a human right? If you go deep down the only difference between a male and female is that y or x (correct me if I'm wrong) chromosome thing in our DNA. And a few biological differences. So why is it that a female is expected to be able to marry a good man,&amp;nbsp;raise a kid or two, manage the household and at the same time succeed in her career before others consider her a successful lady, yet a male only need to be successful at his career. Can't it be the other way round? The husband stay at home and take care of children while her wife work and support the family. And females are supposed to sit in a certain way (eg: legs together in this 淑女 way) and the males can just sit anyway they like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The maleness and femaleness thing is so stupid! We are all born human, gender is just a exterior thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I am a woman, I must make unusual efforts to succeed. If I fail, no one will say, "She doesn't have what it takes." They will say, "Women don't have what it takes."&lt;/em&gt; ~Clare Boothe Luce &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I could have argued more, but Ms Tay cut my argument short and proceed on to talk about BGR, blahblahblah. Not interested in that. Rather amused by Ariel's ability to link her nuclear weapons/atomic bombs/chinese PSLE weightage to the whole talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my outburst in class now everybody knows I am a feminist, or at least I support the movement. (except that I think females are superior over males).... (which is true because males, without the stupid old little brother there, are not males, while females are always females!)... (other forms of sexuality such as transexuals and bisexuals are weird)... (yet Fishy is a bi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am addicted to the thought of touching the keyboard and looking at the computer screen for hours, not the computer, so maybe there is still hope of quitting the addiction and starting mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Zhixin! Grace! Annie! whoever read this please tell me what is happening to Literature AA.]&lt;br /&gt;[when and where are we meeting up?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hug a big big plushie and hide under my blanket and dream about swimming in a sea of chocolate and green tea ice-cream and sweet and eat sushis and spaghettis and pizza all day long. No big big plushie :'(&amp;nbsp; nightmares all day (of crappy stuffs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to have this big big plushie in China (or it seems big to me since I was so small then).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&amp;nbsp;I don't know where it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing things (like my ruler and this eraser and the plastic bag I put my PE shirt in after I change out and bigger things). I'm losing what I used to be (seriously quitting Jap has never crossed my mind till yesterday night). I don't want to lose my sanity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall hug that monkey Carol gave me. Carol is the only one who gave me a plushie so touched.... (Fishy also very nice, treated me to food :D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-1433141864380649108?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/1433141864380649108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/04/death-by-peanut-butter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/1433141864380649108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/1433141864380649108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/04/death-by-peanut-butter.html' title='Death by peanut butter'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-8007684087608386134</id><published>2010-04-24T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:30:25.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really need to start being hardworking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah you see for about three weeks already, I keep telling myself: Study jap study jap, do revision do revision, finish all overdue homework, etc, yet I never do them. At this rate I will never get my RAs or pass jap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s81/09041996/DSCF4119.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay that is what I am supposed to finish by today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="320" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s81/09041996/DSCF4130.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That is what I actually done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I still have some homework to do, and stuffs to study. Ah... I like studying la, but the thing is computers are more fun! And then there's another thing about me getting tired so easily (I guessed it was lack of sleep, but I want to wake up earlier to watch Doraemon in the morning!) so I overdose on coffee (I drank two of those 3-in-1 Nestle coffee pack) even though I hate that aweful taste. Just want to keep awake. You see the last time (and the first time) I drank coffee was that horrible oral Wednesday and I was especially tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought coffee was supposed to keep people away, but those cheap coffee powder packs make me brain dead for one whole hour, and I was even more tired than before. So this is the last time I'm ever drinking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I was the only person in class who finished the Physics PT by Monday. Mr Goh said I just need to make some adjustments to the way I present the results and I can get high marks because all my other points stated in the discussions are relevant. And the best thing is I am allowed to exceed word limit (not too much though) because word limits are not very important :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take Math and Physics RA next year. If I could get into them. I shall resolve to mug hard for them (and borrow math olympiad notes). I shall also mug jap (even though it means memorising stuffs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very overwhelmed now, due to crappy Literature AA and crappy Jap Show&amp;amp;Tell and other more crappy stuffs like my sensei confiscating my storybook (I took it back from his desk afterwards during break, but he didnt give permission; ah I took it when he is not around, he didnt notice either). I hate my sensei even more now. I want the DBSK fangirling sensei back! Even though she makes me finish all the homework, at least she don't care if I pay attention during lessons. I will bring rotten stuffs next week for him to confisticate! Muahaha his desk will be full of rotten stuffs that smells and decay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still havn't settle my grouping for Literature AA, havn't decide what movie to do on, because I don't watch most of those in the list, but maybe I can do Percy Jackson (OH GREEK MYTHS). Titanic is out! I wonder why I can't do on X-men. X-men Origins: Wolverine is a nice movie to write a ballad about, since it is a tragedic story! Wolverine killed his dad, fall out with his brother, his lover got killed and he lost his memory. And he has the destructable metal inserted into his body and the metal covered his bones. And due to his mutation, he could heal from practically everything, which means he probably live for a really long time already. At the end of the movie, he lost his memory, and he live on for fifteen years, wandering about trying to remember who he is, until Professor Xavier found him. And stupid Stryker who caused Wolverine to be in this state didnt died until the second movie. ISN'T THAT TRAGIC??? WHY OH WHY ISN'T X-MEN IN THE LIST???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will started and finish all homework tomorrow! (i think)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-8007684087608386134?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/8007684087608386134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-really-need-to-start-being.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/8007684087608386134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/8007684087608386134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-really-need-to-start-being.html' title='I really need to start being hardworking'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-6092225866488195154</id><published>2010-04-15T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T19:26:00.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grades and Values</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cannot remember the exact question (my memory is failing me) but basically we have to write about how we think the school can provide a high grades and high values education to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do remember not every one goes to school, in poorer, less-developed countries, it is their parents who holds the sole responsibility of teaching their kids everything they need to know in life. And similarly, I don't see why in urban countries, parents push all responsibilities of educating their children to the school and its teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who gave birth to us? The school? Then alright we will disown the parents. But no our parents gave birth to us. If they made the decision to give life to us, then they jolly well shoulder all responsibilities of raising us up, which includes teaching us everything we need to know in life. Parents, by right, should be the ones instilling values in us, imparting academic knowledge to us, assisting us in our life's journey. However, the stressful world we are living in left our parents with less time and energy to pass on academic knowledge to us, beside, they are usually not skilled in all the different areas, which is where the school comes in. The school hires professionals, those who are better in the different areas of academic studies, called the teachers, to aid our parents in giving us an holistic education. They will take charge of our studies, our parents just need to instill the right values and morals in us, and discipline us well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is what many parents failed to do so. They are shirking responsibility, pushing everything to the teachers and school, asic stuffs like home economics (cooking, etc) and even more basic stuffs like moral education. The school is nice enough to use one period every week to teach and educate the students on moral&amp;nbsp;and values, and us students take it for granted. The school is nice enough to provide resources and opportunities for the students to give back to society, and parents complaint about how stressful it is for the students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once again, school's fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear demanding parents, why don't you just think about it for once, why did you give birth to your child. You could have use birth control measures you know, or just not indulge in natural pleasures, but since you want to, you have to bear all responsibilities. You are supposed to be in charge of all aspects of your child, yet the school offers to help, and now you decide, yeah, you can push everything to them. Don't you think it is easy for the school to raise 2000 over kids/teenagers, when you are already complaining about how tiring it is to raise one? Think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Students are responsible for their own attitudes and actions. They are going to be adult one day. If you are shirking all responsibilities to the school, blaming it for everything, do you think your kids, when they become adults, will know how to shoulder responsibilities?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You, parents, are supposed to raise us, and now everyone is pushing all the work to the school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now another point. The recent article Sandra Leong wrote is saying that if the elites were snobbish and proud, it would be the school's fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again, the school's fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So where's the role parents play in our education? Writing complain letters to the MOE? What are they teaching the students? That school is responsible for their whole life? That we are not to respect the teachers? That if anything goes wrong it would be the school's fault?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back to the elites point. Just because we are blessed with a good mind and government are paying to provide us with a high education doesn't mean we don't know humility and looks down on others we thought to be inferior to us. Education and degrees doesn't mean anything. They don't represents our character. Having a better education doesn't mean we are snobs or proud people. It just mean we will grow up and give back more to the society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Instead of saying we look down on&amp;nbsp;you because&amp;nbsp;you are from a neighbourhood school, why not ask yourself, why do you steorotype against us because we are from an elite school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why is speaking perfect english a bad thing? Don't government promotes speaking good english? Besides, that is the standard, correct form of english, and 'singlish' is a mixed of different languages unintelligible to others who don't know the Singapore culture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We may be elites, but we are not elitist. We don't look down on others inferior to us in education and minds, but we will definitely look down on those inferior to us in characters and morals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What's wrong with going to a elite school? Humans different, but all fairly created. Some may be better in academics, but other may be better in arts or music. Even a retard like Charlie Gordon has an innocent and pure mind, something we all wish for, yet couldn't get. It's just that the world we are living in now, the society we are working in now stressed on our academic results. So the government have to pick out those better in that area, and train them so that they can reach their full potential. Is that wrong? If given a chance for you to reach your full potential in areas you are talented in, who won't jump for it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You may give up on your studies because you don't like it, you don't want it, but we like it, we want it, and we want the best&amp;nbsp;ones. It's human nature to want and desire the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-6092225866488195154?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/6092225866488195154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/04/grades-and-values.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/6092225866488195154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/6092225866488195154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/04/grades-and-values.html' title='Grades and Values'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-2138218044873925804</id><published>2010-03-28T17:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:02:52.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Population Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love Geography! (because of the subject not the teacher unlike Fishy. Ms Wong is nice but I defnitely do not fangirl over her unlike Fishy and her Ms Hoo nonsense).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Geography today was fabulously, fantastically, wonderfully, brilliantly awesome! And that's an understatment. Since the Geography exam was over on Wednesday we are of course starting on the new topic, which is &lt;strong&gt;Population Studies&lt;/strong&gt;. Climates, Natural Vegetation and Deforestation are fun topics and interesting in a way but &lt;strong&gt;Population Studies&lt;/strong&gt; is what I've been looking forward to ultimately. (and the cool thing is PT is also on Population studies, aging population but nonetheless POPULATION!!!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahem, so at first I was like huh what is this worksheet being passed around, and I see Lee Kwan Yew on the handout which instantly reminds me of the crappy essay I wrote on LKY and Edison Chen being his distant cousin and contracting AIDS using ten chengyus. But er back to topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ms Wong gave us the that three pages handout includes a table of the world population (together with number of births and deaths which shows that birth grossly exceeds deaths).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing world-population related stuffs, I started hyperventilating and telling Grace excitedly about all the stuffs I know on population. And I got very responsive during lessons of course (I somehow forgot that there are classmates around so was feeling rather embarressed and awkward when I stop hyperventilating and realised that the whole class is there while I tell Ms Wong about my interest in world population comes from a novel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lessons ended (was given five minutes before assembly to arrange the tables for Math and Literature SAs on Monday), I went up to Ms Wong and ask if we are learning about China's one-child policy next week. :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS WONG SAID YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the two hours (I doubling Earth hour!) which I switched off the lights and computer and television in the house, Charmaine called me (or I called her -forgot-) and we got into a 'debate' on China's one-child policy and the positive and negative impacts of it.(seriously I don't know how to debate so it end up with me giving Charmaine all the facts I memorised and Charmaine interrupting me with the moral issues regarding this policy then we digressed to don't know where).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for next Wednesday! (if I remember correctly I have Geography next Wednesday!) xDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1200 words-Commonwealth Essay I wrote on Mad Scientist end up with 700 words talking about the importance of population control and the dire consequences of overpopulation, and only a mere 200 words on how the scientist decide to solve the problem himself because world governments reacts very slowly, how he tested fatal fungis on human subjects and how he ordered mass bombings. Then the remaining 300 words makes up the starting paragraph and the conclusion (in which I said that the scientist was respected after a few centuries).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 billion people were killed in my essay in year 2050 when the world population is 10.6 billion, which means 20% or so survived. But it is considered good, because once the world population reached the critical point over 90% of the world population will be wiped out (or so it says in my book lol). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overpopulation is a world issue. Important! It's one of the main cause of global warming as trees are being cut down in the forest to make way for agricultural land and building houses? Why? To feed the growing population. Because the world needs food. (houses are of course for the people to live in because there are too many people packed in too small space).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is many people (most people) failed to recognise this problem and take measures against it. Any signs of population control will be mistook for eugenics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my essay was quite good considering the fact that I wrote it in 50 minutes late at night the day before school reopens. Even though it digresses a lot and I probably made tons of grammar mistakes. (until now my grammar ain't good). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Ms Tay won't be too shock by the number of deaths in the essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[lol people are calling me sadistic.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone here is recommended to read Doomsday Key by James Rollins!!!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEOGRAPHY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm trying out for geography RA next year too!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEOGRAPHY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POPULATION CONTROL!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-2138218044873925804?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/2138218044873925804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/03/population-control.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2138218044873925804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2138218044873925804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/03/population-control.html' title='Population Control'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-2009899393611805771</id><published>2010-03-20T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:06:34.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Cross sucks to the core.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't&amp;nbsp;care what they say about discouraging others from joining this CCA. The truth is, others are discourage from joining it LONG ago. At least those from my class (if they ever plan to change CCA, or at least they will tell their juniors about how bad this whole CCA is). Since the teacher's session don't work, and the CCA is getting even worse, I see no need in trying to be participative or respecting the seniors anymore. They don't deserve my respect, and today, I am going to write down here, point by point, why this CCA so suck, and why this CCA in other schools are so awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. We are supposed to greet the people older than us (year 3s and&amp;nbsp;year 4s)&amp;nbsp;'senior' (last time it was ma'am). According to them the 'rationale' behind it was because we are supposed to show respect for the seniors. To put it simply, if we address them seniors and put the word 'senior' behind every sentence to say to them, we are showing respect for them. Can I ask you what kind of logic is that? The seniors are students. They should know that calling teachers Mr or Mrs or Mdm or Ms don't necessarily mean that they respect and like the teachers, and this is exactly what is happening here. I have no respect for the seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Saying that the seniors treat the juniors (us, sec 2s) negatively is an understament. They are not just negative, but mean, sarcastic, sadistic, biased, nasty, you name it. I remember when one of the seniors talk to me during the OCBC Cycle event where we are doing our first aid duty, she said that addressing the seniors and being formal is part of the Red Cross tradition, and it should be maintain, not eradicated,&amp;nbsp;because it is how we show respect for the seniors. My point now here isn't about eradicating whatever traditions they want to keep, but about how they expect us to show respect from them. Respect isn't something easily obtain, or else, tell me why, during the Japanese Occupation in WW2, the Japanese make everyone greet them, but ultimately we all hated them.&amp;nbsp;It's not very often that historical figures are revered and respected. Those like Confucius, respected not for their talent, but because they treated everyone nicely and fairly. And that is so unlike the seniors. Respect is two-way. If they want us to respect them, they should respect us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The seniors are biased, strongly biased in fact, towards the more participative juniors. I do understand there are always instances in life where you prefer something to something else, but personal feelings should not be mixed with school and CCAs. Even I don't do that, no matter how strong my distaste is for them. You see, it so happens that one of the yearmate (of course, the more participative ones) want to stuck up to the seniors, but the only way she can do that is of course pull down and sabotage the less participative yearmate, so she told the seniors that the victim is planning to play truancy and skip CCA. That, of course, is wrong, but the truth is that victim is not planning to do that, and she did turn up for CCA trainings. But the seniors, being biased, decides to record the 'offence' (how could something not even done be an offence I really don't get) down and didnt even ask the victim for an explanation. Do they fail at history? If not, they should know that in SEQ, we are supposed to provided a two-sided answer at least to pass, and they actually believe a one-sided point of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. That, of course, is not all. Should I also say that they are sarcastic and really mean? This is one incident, the one I will remember for life, to prove it. It so happens that the day before CCA phototaking, I couldn't find my uniform, so I told the seniors nicely that I couldn't find it, and they got an extra uniform for me. However, after I change out of the uniform after phototaking and return to the seniors, three of the seniors approached me, one of which is Hazel Lau. They asked me in an authorative tone how I lost my uniform (when I plainly said that I couldn't find it, and it wasn't lost). After a few more rounds of questions, which I told the that I couldn't find the uniform after ironing it the night before, Hazel asked me this rather offending question: "What sort of flat do you live in that could make you lost your uniform?". Of course this is digressing, and the type of flat I lived in is a private thing, which means I can choose not to answer it, especially when she has a mocking tone to it, and I don't see how it relates to my uniform. Then, she continue on throwing a series of insults, one of which: You live in those common 4-room flats, isn't it? Oh I wonder how you could lost your uniform in those type of small flats. It ain't like you are so rich anyway, you don't live in a big mansion." And you can see that this is a insult. It is most offending for me to hear it of course, because she is mocking my family condition and assuming that I am a poor girl who lives in a small flat. And I did not answer it again, of course. Which is why, now, they assumes I have an attitude problem, because they are mean to me, and I didn't scold bad (which is exceptionally good already, considering my temper I could have punch her right in the face).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I wrote the art fest script out, nicely, spending almost two days (8 hours per day) choosing the right songs for the script, making sure it runs smooth and naturally. I review it over and over again, making sure the whole script has feelings, that there is enough lines to show the personality of a character, and not have it end up as a typical lousy Singaporean drama. And the results of my efforts? All the nice parts removed from my script, including the finale song I spend over 2 hours searching for, all the important part of the plot removed, all the effects removed, leaving it just a dry script with no feelings. And all this are of course done by the seniors, without my permission. Firstly, the nature of this competition, every year do their own items. It's a year thing, meaning the sec 2 do our work, the sec 3 do theirs, the sec 4 do theirs and we DON'T collide. However it seems that the sec3s are too free, they have to come over and poke into our performance item, when however it turns out will not affect them at all, and it's defintely none of their business. Yet they control what we do and the way the script goes, and every prop we make requires their approval. Dare I say, they are not respecting me or my efforts put into the writing of this script, but removing all the important parts just two days before the auditions. Must they be so controlling that even our own competition requires their approval? If they want to do this, in the first place, they should just write the script and do the props for us. Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This five points are not the worse they did to me, or the other juniors. However, if they, the seniors, happen to read this, I don't really care. Because I tolerated them, but they are really too much this time round. And if I were to invite the juniors and my friends to join such a terrible CCA like this and be tortured by those seniors, I would be then, the most sadistic, most hypocritic person ever lived, no worse than Adolf Hitler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-2009899393611805771?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/2009899393611805771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/03/red-cross-sucks-to-core.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2009899393611805771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2009899393611805771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/03/red-cross-sucks-to-core.html' title='Red Cross sucks to the core.'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-9013996271718909019</id><published>2010-03-17T19:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T09:52:18.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>biking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks to my grandpa my blue mountain bike is finally fixed and I name it fishbrains after the fishbrains I ate when I was five (not to be confused to balloon fishbrains, name after my bff Fishy, who died tragically with his wife Pimple, Fishy's balloons, named after my...er. acne problem-.- Poor Pimple is pregnant with Fishbrain's balloon juniors when the mean old lady at the OCBC cycle event popped it.).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So since today I was supposed to go back to school to waste time away at this year meeting for art fest (seriously ___ and ___ are dumb la. And not cooperative at all. I work so hard and came up with the script and they refuse to act &amp;amp;;*(#$?!^/). Then fucking seniors too. Hello they think they very artistic is it? I wrote the directions so clearly on the script and THEY FUCKING TELL ME PEOPLE CANT JUST SING STANDING THERE MUST HAVE ACTIONS. WHAT THE FUCK LA THEY CANNOT SEE MY STAGE DIRECTIONS AH? I WROTE THE ACTIONS SO CLEARLY IN ARIAL FONT 11 OKAY. I mean like what kind of shit actions can they come up with anyway, oh like maybe for somewhere over the rainbow you have people shaking their hands up and down to show 'bluebirds flying'? And they got the guts to tell us to decide on lighting after the auditions (according to them its damn important) when I already told Navitha about it. I was telling her when they burst into the room at J2 Shared Classroom and started throwing insults all around the place. Ahh... just so you have experience means you can anyhow tell people what to do is it? I doubt your script last year is even as nice as mine okay. So stop crapping to me about how we should have background music. And, just for whoever those two are, &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;idioti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; Isabelle and Ruoxi, I warned you, do not incurred my wrath again I'm telling you straight here (yeah I know you will definitely see this because seniors are always stalking juniors on blogs, I don't know how they got all the free time when they are telling us: "Oh, I'm so busy therefore please do not blahblahblah.") &lt;strong&gt;I DO NOT BURST INTO YOUR CLASSROOM UPSTAIRS AND TELL YOU HOW LOUSY YOUR DANCE OR SINGING OR WHATEVER SHIT IS, AND I DON'T SAY THINGS LIKE: "You will rehearse to us on Friday so that we can comment on your acting." SO YOU DO NOT DO THAT TO US.&lt;/strong&gt; I know how suck our stuffs are, but that doesn't apply to me and the others. This CCA really sucks okay I don't know how the teachers could get our message wrong. I do not want to greet the seniors altogether because it's the most stupid thing ever and in the first place, not even a tradition, and I don't get how it makes me respect them because I would definitely respect them more if they weren't so mean and sarcastic and make us greet them. So changing ma'am to senior is even worse. NOBODY EVEN LIKES IT OKAY. And you assholes even though I wasn't at E-camp but according to other people who went there the seniors were more horrible. Imagine picking up pubis hair at the toilet. It's the most unhygenic thing ever, and you cannot forced people to do that. And you don't expect people to turn their heads around and check on the sec 1 juniors if you expect them to PAY ATTENTION. It's contradicting. If I were at the E-camp I would have exploded and come up with smart comebacks.&amp;nbsp;I do understand the juniors are err, not that respectful (scolding back seniors) but I think hor, the seniors (as in us sec 2) also responsible. Plus, I wanted to scold the seniors don't know how many times lao because they always pick on mistakes that ain't even there or scold me for things I don't do. It's not the effing tradition that has a problem. It's the whole attitude of OH HEY I'M YOUR SENIOR I RULE OVER YOU YOU LISTEN TO ME I'M ALWAYS RIGHT BECAUSE I'M YOUR SUPERIOR. How old are they? At most 2 years older, and it's not even exactly 2 years, if you count by months. Whatever give them the permission to book us anyway? If they could just change their whole freaking attitude everything would be so much better. Like today I nicely greeted the seniors for once and they pretend not to hear. WTF. Oh so since they cannot hear, should we still greet? I mean they are obviously deaf and cannot hear right? So why should we greet deaf people? I mean, they don't have to greet back, but there isn't even a sign of acknowledgement which means they didnt hear right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er back to the point. I cycled over to lakeside MRT, so of course I have to cycle back, and since Fishy is coming my house,&amp;nbsp; I decide to bike her to my house. Meaning she sit at the back of the bike and&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;biked her and me. Er we dump our bags and her delightful bubble tea at the basket at the front, and since I'm those sort of people who failed at balancing, we er, took 1 hour to get home, and its even faster to walk home. Ah... and we fell more than 50 times on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way back to MRT (me bringing Fishy home) was slightly easier, since we practised much on the way home so I could cycle for longer distances without falling, but I still couldn't turn around the corner when she's sitting behind me, nor ride over bumps because we also fall after the bumps, and Fishy's bum got hurt. And er, Fishy can't talk sick stuffs too because somehow we will fall, like when Fishy commented on this couple hugging in public and we fell and got scratched/bruised??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But er, no one fractured their bones or got concussion so YAY :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-9013996271718909019?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/9013996271718909019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/03/biking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/9013996271718909019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/9013996271718909019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/03/biking.html' title='biking'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-3457516285678698731</id><published>2010-03-08T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T00:08:35.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[untitled]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/S5PObJCn9WI/AAAAAAAABGI/V912PSClLlI/s1600-h/pic18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/S5PObJCn9WI/AAAAAAAABGI/V912PSClLlI/s640/pic18.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so true. (from megan's blog)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-3457516285678698731?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/3457516285678698731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/03/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3457516285678698731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3457516285678698731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/03/untitled.html' title='[untitled]'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/S5PObJCn9WI/AAAAAAAABGI/V912PSClLlI/s72-c/pic18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-4396571456987304959</id><published>2010-03-07T23:26:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T00:01:54.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school#45 '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have tons of homework for the march holiday. The meaning of &amp;nbsp;'holiday' is horribly screwed up by the MOE people and schoolteachers.&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holiday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;noun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;a time, often one or two weeks, when someone does not go to work or school but is free to do what they want, such as travel or relax&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Note the word relax. Now&amp;nbsp;I see that piles of worksheet equals relaxation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate it that people just take so long to climb the rock wall and act scared for 10 minutes or so before climbing. On friday during PE lessons this asshole was acting scared for 10 minutes when she had prepared everythign already&amp;nbsp;(plus its not the first time she tried the lane four wall) and in the end I couldn't climb it. (waste of time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My work schedule is pretty messed up. For the past two weeks or so; from monday to friday: Go school, come home, sleep no matter if there is homework or not, chiong homework last minute. And I got no idea how people like Sarah or Crystal&amp;nbsp;could cope with all their commitments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't even sleep well nowadays. Basically I get nightmares like being trapped in a wide, semi-dark, staircase and I see my sister occasionally but only the back of her. Then I will wake up covered in sweat and being sleepy for the rest of the day. Either that or I won't even be able to fall asleep at night. My sleeping pattern is screwed up too. I need counselling help seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well I failed my jap CA1 again. Not much surprise actually. At the rate I'm going now I don't even get enough rest so I don't really think I would be able to survive this year. I probably can't get promoted to sec3. The not-enough-sleep and insomia and nightmares are affecting me quite badly because: my math skill and calculating speed have obviously went down, my memory is getting worse, I feel tired all the time, I'm getting paranoid, I can't think straight, I feel like shutting myself away from the rest of the world and sleep all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6px; line-height:4px;"&gt;I just want to know, why are some people born with perfect, supportive parents while others have parents who don't even know or care about what is going in your life, and don't really care much that about the stress one faced in school and anywhere else, just because back in their time, back in their country, school was easy for them. I mean I know I am not born multi-talented (or even mildly talented), but I do need support too, and you are not being understandable when you assumes things about me all the time. I know you think I'm not being considerate about your feelings, but I need more time than whoever else in the family to adapt to such a huge change, because I hate it when you are so happy around others and moody&amp;nbsp;around&amp;nbsp;me. You never ask about my school, how it was, and all the time you just blame me for not managing my time properly, and assumes I'm pretending to have sleeping difficulties or is under huge amount of pressure in order to get your attention. No it is not a pretense it is real it is there. And I really need to talk to you about it. I don't know how to continue on. I really don't know how anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-4396571456987304959?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/4396571456987304959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/03/school45-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/4396571456987304959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/4396571456987304959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/03/school45-10.html' title='school#45 &apos;10'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-3638931471738561146</id><published>2010-03-01T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:13:35.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school#40 '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder how I'm ever going to cope with all the work in secondary three (especially if I wanted Math RA) when I can't even manage it well in secondary two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;School now and school in back then last year seem totally different now. Academic-wise I'm should be expecting a certain level of stress (since I'm aiming for RA Math and trying not to fail japanese). Just that people are getting very complicated and I'm finding social interactions confusing. I don't get why people say this and do another thing or break promises (making empty promises). Misunderstanding is so common nowadays. Or maybe that's just because my class is a bad mixture of different types of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rock climbing today was quite frustrating. -no offence- but some people climb quite slow and not high emough and I feel a bit annoyed, plus the long time they took to tie knots and wear the harnest. The reason why I like rock climbing and feel slightly better during that lesson is because I get a rush of adrenaline when I could go very high and people are all ant-liked to me and that's the one time I feel superior to others and free of worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of the time I get inferior complex because those classmates of mine are multi-talented and I feel dumb next to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Math was okay. At least math has rule and patterns and every math problem has a way out. Unlike the shitpile I'm getting now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's aethetics tomorrow. I'm going to concentrate on making my clock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-3638931471738561146?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/3638931471738561146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/03/school40-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3638931471738561146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3638931471738561146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/03/school40-10.html' title='school#40 &apos;10'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-5591775585178696926</id><published>2010-01-30T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:46:23.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school#19 '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm supposed to be doing Jap e-learning now but I don't feel like doing so. O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't get selected for Guides D: so I decide to laugh at seniors during trainings. So&amp;nbsp;Wednesday's CCA went like this: Assemble in a really dumb and humiliating footdrill, got back the general papers and admit to cheating, pon whole of PT and Uniform Inspection due to headache and stomachache and nausea (headache because I slept at 1am plus on tuesday and the rest are common stuffs I get after running 8 rounds around the Amphitheatre), watch the seniors get scolded by the hairy and tall but nice male teacher (I think is the other teacher IC) because he thought that they are forcing the weaker group of people to do unreasonable vigorous exercises, male teacher ask me about my condition and I told him I can't do vigorous stuffs, seniors got super nice to me (esp the year 5s who came back. Sally ma'am ask me if I need to eat :D and she can buy some food for me), seniors told me very nicely to tell them the next time if I cannot do the PTs and ask me what part of it I couldn't take, learn CPR which I learnt already during the sec1 first aid course, sign booking thing (about the GP cheating) and went home with Fishy. Ate mashed potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I forgot (or didnt know at all from the start) that it was the IHG opening ceremony so of course didn't came in house tee (together with Grace). Bucket's banner was completely green, I don't like the Richardson's despite it being blue and Waddle's banner is cute xD The duckie footprints are ubber cute XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&amp;amp;D was okay okay. I have to pronouce 'theme' and 'thong' in front of everyone and my pronunciation is bad (unlike my sister who went for classes) so I didn't have confidence to pronounce it; besides, I ai mian zi. I end up err-ing there and not say anything at all (also 'cause I hate talking in front of so many people) and feel my legs go jelly. Ms Debbie called me back after class and ask me to speak up more during class. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During English we are supposed to think of the hiddden meaning of words like: "figure" and "fuller" so I suggested 'hour-glass figure' and 'seductive'. whole class went O.O and :O.&amp;nbsp;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICT was kind of&amp;nbsp;._. due to the acne removal exercise on this ugly lady who had hair all over her mouth and blue eyeshadows. I accidentally photoshopped eyes all over the face in place of acnes and hair too -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jap. Sensei suddenly forgot my name and stop picking on me, only refer to name list before she pick on me which means she don't know my name and need to see the name list to call me :]&amp;nbsp; Sensei somehow got sick of Big Bang in two weeks and start fan-girling all over DBSK. She had five pictures of that band on the powerpoint slide while she explain to us how to state a few reasons for a statement (eg, She loves DBSK because they can dance, they look handsome -ハンサム-&amp;nbsp;and they speak jap well.) before proceeding onto two youtube videos showing us how DBSK dance and speak jap well. Wanqi told me that she put those videos under the e-learning portal's "for good" folder o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: I went to school myself today and saw Ms Debbie on the bus -shock-. I got too engross in listening to mp3 music and forgot take out the ear phone and off mp3 when I walked into the school gate. Realised it only when I walked into the foyer. The prefect was staring at me so I quickly removed the ear phones. I think she hadn't realised that yet. Being absent-minded I forgot to off the MP3 and it went on playing music until I took it out again after school (5 or 7 hours later). Waste of batteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During assembly the Pink Lemonde Carolyn lady talk about her book. Not being sadistic or mean but her book cover seem like those high school bimbo books instead of one talking about how a lady overcame numerous obstacles.&amp;nbsp;People are so enthu in taking photos with her o.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I went back to rulang (which was damn awkward awkward because I saw the sec1 juniors who came back too and Mdm Chng and 符老师) to talk to teachers regarding my sister's cca stuffs. I feel more daring talking to my ex-cca teacher. The instructers seems shock to see me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil Fishy refused to go back with me :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Ms Wong's original hairstyle in a photo at the foyer and it was really short and she don't look like my geography teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework left to do:&lt;br /&gt;- 1 more math algebra question (I got really pissed off with adding and subtracting of algebra fractions so I left one question undone)&lt;br /&gt;- chinese newspaper cutting on outer and inner beauty&lt;br /&gt;- english taglines analysis&lt;br /&gt;- jap (?)&lt;br /&gt;- some math journal question that even melissa didnt bother to copy down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things left to do:&lt;br /&gt;- sleep more&lt;br /&gt;- eat more&lt;br /&gt;- gain weight&lt;br /&gt;- start reading the book I borrowed from class library&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-5591775585178696926?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/5591775585178696926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/01/school19-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/5591775585178696926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/5591775585178696926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/01/school19-10.html' title='school#19 &apos;10'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-4764882258374040369</id><published>2010-01-25T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:38:53.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school#15 '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Singapore's education system sucks. You spend your whole childhood and adolscence in school, doing worksheets after worksheets, completing assignments after assignments, taking examinations after examinations, studying and studying till midnight, sleep, go school and study all over again. From primary one to primary six, from secondary one to secondary four, from junior college to university. Your whole life is just studying and studying and working. Get a diploma, find a job, and work even harder than before. That is life as such in Singapore. That is the life of a typical Asian. Which basically equals no life at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example, the life of&amp;nbsp;a secondary student like me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday - Go school, come home and do homework, eat dinner, study, bathe and&amp;nbsp;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Read Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Go school, get stressed out by stupid CCA, come home and eat dinner, do homework till midnight, bathe and sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday - Read Wednesday, replace CCA with third language.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday - Read Tuesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday - Study, do homework and play computer for the whole day. Get bugged by younger siblings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday - Art lesson in the morning (YAY YAY YAY XD) Come home and study, use computer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And on it went, until the holidays that never last.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I can proudly conclude I have no life too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;At least, back in China (according to mother), students have a life. The school don't entirely focus on academics. When my mum is attending school back in China, they develop the pupils all-roundedly, in sports, arts, music, dance, and many more. Which is why my mum can swim, cycled, play badminton, tennis, table tennis, dance, sing, draw. And my mum is also good in mathematics and chinese (i mean china of course). But I only know how to draw. And paint sucky paintings. My math is soooo lousy compared to those people in my class.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Despite what the school say about developing pupils all-roundedly, it's only talk and nothing done. I MEAN HELLO IF THEY BOTHER DEVELOPING PUPILS IN ALL AREAS WHY MUST WE HAVE STUPID CCA? IN CHINA SCHOOLS THEY DON'T HAVE CCA EVERYTHING IS EFFING INCLUDED IN THE CURRICULUM. And why the heck must they select people for CCA. Why can't we students just choose whatever CCA we like and stick by it instead of going for CCA trials?? I mean they want to develop pupils in their talents yeah? If they freaking cancel away the selection trials things and allow us to choose our area of interest and the CCA we think we have talent in then I won't be stuck in the effing Red Cross (which I felt no sense of belonging to, the seniors were fierce, mean, demanding and unreasonable) and could go for photography lessons instead!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lesson and draggy and long too, with useless activities (example drawing Singapore tree during history) and useless syllables (example Singapore's short and useless history taught to us throughout primary school instead of &lt;strong&gt;War World I/II&lt;/strong&gt; where we could really &lt;u&gt;learn from past mistake&lt;/u&gt; and those are definitely more interesting then wasting time learning about...once again Singapore's short and useless history repeated throughout primary school) and defintely useless textbooks (example YES the stupid history textbook which spend one whole chapter talking about immigrants to Singapore which of course we are already very familiar with due to Social Studies in primary school. And all the chapters wasted on talking about climate change and teaching it in Geography when they are not applying what they said in real life. Instead of wasting papers and chopping down poor trees to print useless textbooks telling us about Singapore's short and boring history which we already learnt in primary school, why can't they just teach us about &lt;strong&gt;War World I/II&lt;/strong&gt; so that we could &lt;u&gt;learn from past mistakes and not make them again&lt;/u&gt;?&amp;nbsp;Isn't that what they taught us in the useless History syllables last year? And gory videos of wars are much more entertaining than watching cartoons about a little mice get lost in New York.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I just hate the history syllables in RGS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is there no one taking triple science and geography next year?? D: I actually wish that RGS offers interesting courses&amp;nbsp;like photography lessons. Or symbology. Or religionogy (or whatever you call study of religions). Or psychology. Or talks on unsolved mysteries of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I sincerely hope that I will get into Guides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-4764882258374040369?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/4764882258374040369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/01/school15-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/4764882258374040369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/4764882258374040369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/01/school15-10.html' title='school#15 &apos;10'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-7481147500016912030</id><published>2010-01-23T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T01:13:03.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school#14 '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel so useless. During math class everyone are so pro and finished up the whole worksheet before I've even done one question. I'm not even interested in History. Why can't we learn something interesting and meaningful like &lt;strong&gt;Adolf Hitler&lt;/strong&gt; or China's five thousand years of history instead of some dumbdumb Singapore history about San Nila Utama spoting a donkey drowning in the sea and mistook it for a merlion? And then rusty Raffles came onto the island and damned the &lt;strike&gt;hardworking&lt;/strike&gt; Faquar. Ms Wong missed two lessons with us so now I'm afraid that the Geography lesson is going too slow and I flunk&amp;nbsp;the exams. Chinese is as usual... I hate writing compo. English and Literature are like: argh I don't bother to study. What's there to&amp;nbsp;mug anyway. Physics is simply boring other than the part when I play with &lt;u&gt;mirrors&lt;/u&gt;(mirrors mirrors!) during laboratory lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I seriously feel like quitting jap. I don't understand a single thing. Okay I am starting to understand a few things but I still feel like quitting. Sensei was in a good mood on thursday though (she found a boyfriend??) so I wasn't picked on. And Sensei likes the Korean band 'Big Bang' which she pronounced as &lt;em&gt;'Bigu Ban'&lt;/em&gt;. My classmate inferred it from the several pictures of Big Bang on almost every single powerpoints she used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rock wall climbing is fun. But I was tired (like seriously so damn tired that I fell asleep during PE, Chinese, recess, English -alittle- and most of assembly). And my leg feels deprived of energy. So when I went to tell Mrs Ong that I forgot to bring the PE attire &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(and jacket!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;today she excused me, saying that I look like I'm not feeling well and suggest I take a rest. So I &lt;em&gt;missed &lt;/em&gt;climbing the challenging panels :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As a result of 'forgot to bring jacket' I feel damn cold throughout the whole day &lt;strike&gt;and being extremely sensitive to cold-ness doesn't help at all&lt;/strike&gt;. To make the matter worse, I spend rest of the money yesterday buying chocolate muffins (yummy!)&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;MOELC&lt;/span&gt;. And also one buck some days back on green tea ice-cream. So during&amp;nbsp; recess I stay back in the classroom and rush Chinese homework (which I didn't manage to complete the day before due to third language and some other matters that results in being ground from the computer on weekdays but since mum is in a good mood today, this friday isn't considered a weekday today - okay this doesn't make sense), but end up sleeping for a while so I decide to ask 张老师 for extension and she allowed it! 张老师 is so nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this rather interesting game for CLE. Basically we write out names on a small slip of paper (Ms Debbie commented that mine was &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TINY&lt;/span&gt;) and put into this tray like thing and then everyone will pick a name out. Then we will just stalked whoever's name we got. Example A got B's name so A stalks B for the rest of&amp;nbsp; the year until A is invited up to the front of the classroom during a particular CLE lesson&amp;nbsp;to describe the positive points of B that A found out about B within the stalking&amp;nbsp;period. Only then will B's identity be divulged. So before then I'm keeping my stalkee's (meaning person i'm stalking)&amp;nbsp;identity a secret. But the name is written in code in my notebook. Except you need the stalkee's name to break the code and learn the stalkee's name and her characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace refused to stalk her stalkee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel damn hungry now even after eating finish that one big bowl of grapes and some dates. I want noodles!!! Because my maid's cooking (not insulting her but this is the truth) is pretty horrendous and I wished my grandpa is here to cook for me instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Guides interview with the teacher today. I tried my best and say as much as I could (resulting in my legs turning soft because I was too nervous and I don't like interviews) but I'm still feeling pessimistic about it. Fishy sounds so zilian in the answers &lt;strong&gt;WAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aesthetics was okay okay (fun because I always like art stuffs anyway and boring because the teacher is explaining what I already knew but I can't blame her because the other people don't know). Teacher got me to use &lt;em&gt;Claude Monet's&lt;/em&gt; water lily (ithink) painting (the one without bridges) to paint on the mirror frame (actually I don't get the point of a mirror frame. I want a photo frame. Mirror frames have no use.). Drawing balls (sketching and shading) was sort of fun too! But my pencil seems weird weird, especially with my -ahem- blue tape wrapped around it I cannot sharpen it with the normal sort of sharpeners. But no worries! Starting on painting next week. I wish it was water colour since my acrylic painting really suck. Okay Verne and Charmaine and Nicole and Zhixin(if I remember correctly) and the teacher commented that my colour blending thing is nice. But I just can never paint trees. I can do water colour painting for trees very well but in acrylic I just always screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a blue nice pencil case with pretty designs and a set of blue files (clear folders) or a blue expanding folder with pretty blue pictures and designs. Then a cute blue water bottle and a set of blue notebooks. Nice blue stationeries are also accepted :D&lt;br /&gt;Finally I want a pair of blue sneakers with pretty designs (again) and light blue laces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;"&gt;tagsreplies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishy: Humph I bet Carol will stand on MY side muah haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;No I don't think she will be standing on anyone's side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie: SCAN IN THE MEI NV (YOU) I DREW ON YOUR NOTEBOOK TODAY! AND TAG IT AS ME XINGYUE THE AWESOME MWAHAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;OHOH OKAY I will scan it in ASAP. Cheer up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine: Wahahaha the joke rocks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;xDDDDD There are more jokes at that website where I got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ninghui: hey:) haha i read through the cyberspace post and started cracking up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Lol lol thanks :DDDD I guess I was hyper when writing that post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAR: Yay now I have one tag in blue and the other in black &lt;br /&gt;CHAR: YOU CHANGED BloGSKIN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Hmmm I simply changed the background to a &lt;strong&gt;blue&lt;/strong&gt; one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishy: AHAHA I LIKE THE POEM CHEM! &lt;br /&gt;Fishy: *commits suicide and joins MJ in heaven* &lt;br /&gt;Fishy: DEPRESSED MY FORM TEACHER IS MRS ROSLINDA FREAKING CHAN!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;ERRRRRR I think people named &lt;em&gt;Mrs Chan&lt;/em&gt; are generally scary and freakish and boring? Like example out primary &lt;em&gt;Mrs Chan&lt;/em&gt;. #&amp;amp;;%(($#^! Err, Chem practical is fun but&amp;nbsp;I like bio more. You can't&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;dissect hearts&lt;/u&gt; in Chem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanshan: aye xingyue! tagged and see you tomorrow :D:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;See you... many weeks ago!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b.ying: z. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;z. back! Ridiculous person:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dying of hunger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;- the poor girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-7481147500016912030?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/7481147500016912030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/01/school14-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/7481147500016912030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/7481147500016912030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/01/school14-10.html' title='school#14 &apos;10'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-3714204825767085051</id><published>2010-01-20T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:17:53.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school#12 '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Claude Monet's paintings are...amazingly complicated? All famous artist's paintings are complicated and difficult to paint out, of course, but I wished I got some other guy whose paintings are made up of geometrical shapes instead of like random lilies in a pond. Or someone who actually paints mostly blue paintings (?) 'cause I would be more motivated to do the painting better! OR DA VINCI. Except the teacher didn't even offered it as a choice. I guess his paintings are mostly sacriligious (is this the right word?) or ahem censored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;____&amp;nbsp;sounds like a pedo. He says that changing in the classroom after PE is a form of sexual harrassment to him or any other male teachers. Hello if RGS bothers to clean the toilet properly or have some form of changing room I need&amp;nbsp;not change in the classroom in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And do he seriously thinks any one would want to seduce him? He's constipated looking and ugly and fat, I doubt even the most despo classmate of mine would want to seduce him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I pon CCA once again. But I really hope I get in Guides. There's no mean seniors and more interesting tings, even if it means being Joanne's junior and a lot of things to be memorised. I prayed for Me, Fishy and Carol to get in (carol 'cause we can mad around and annoyed fishy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel like&amp;nbsp;giving up blogging. Not much time to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-3714204825767085051?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/3714204825767085051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/01/school12-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3714204825767085051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3714204825767085051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/01/school12-10.html' title='school#12 &apos;10'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-3422419946482878529</id><published>2010-01-16T14:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:09:16.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school#9 '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A business man got on an elevator in a building. When he entered the elevator, there was a blonde already inside and she greeted him by msaying "T-G-I-F."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He smiled at her and replied "S-H-I-T." She looked at him, puzzled, and said "T-G-I-F" again. He acknowledged her remark again by answering "S-H-I-T." The blond was trying to be friendly, so she smiled her biggest msmile and said as sweetly as possibly, "T-G-I-F" another time. The man smiled back to her and once again replied with a quizzical expression,"S-H-I-T."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The blond finally decided to explain things, and this time she said, "T-G-I-F, T-hank G-oodness I-ts F-riday; get it?" The man answered, "S-H-I-T, S-orry H-oney, I-t's T-hursday." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokediary.com/index.htm"&gt;http://jokediary.com/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh yes I woke up on Thursday morning at 5.30am (mum's not bringing me to school today) thinking that it was Friday until I see the whole blue blag of jap textbook (and other materials) on my desk and realised that it was actually Thursday and I had a whole day of school (third language till 7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I manage to wake up with snoozing alarms because usually I would snooze it several time and woke up 10 to 15 minutes late (which explains why I am always nearly late for morning assemblies). Feeling pretty please with myself (for waking up early) I gobbled down breakfast and prepared for school. End up stoning in the room for 15 minutes after I changed into school uniform and when I rushed down to the bus stop I missed the first bus so I waited there for the second one (saw someone who I feel very tempted to punch and break nose of). I stoned again, staring at the floor and didnt realise the second bus went off until a few minutes later, by then it was too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I decide to take the expensive expressway bus to school. I was supposed to get down at BORDERS and walked to school since that bus don't turn into the road where RGS's located at. Unfortunately I fell asleep on the bus (it's rarely I get any chance to have a nice sleep on the bus since I usually have to change to another bus) and went all the way to Takashimaya. Thankfully I have excellent navigation skills so despite the dark (it was early in the monring) I manage to walk back to RGS, and on time too. But by the time I reached I was perspiring profusely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After morning assembly me and Grace met *#!$^&amp;amp; at the flagpole. I only knew then that the flagpole refers to the area where flags are tied to two sticks stuck to the floor. I used to think it was flatpole -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thursday went on like blahblahblah. Ms Debbie was absent so charmaine, annie and I talk nonsense during English period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Afterwards was jap lessons. I am beginning to hate my teacher who 1. threatens to call parents if one fails the jap test/quiz 2. not let anyone who havn't finish their homework go home after classes therefore must stay in class with her after jap ends and complete their homework 3. I was only slightly late for class after break last week and this week &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(HELLO SHE SPEND BREAK TIME MAKING US DO WORKSHEETS AND END UP ONLY THREE MINUTES FOR BREAK DO SHE EXPECT ME TO POO FINISH IN THREE MINUTES?)&lt;/span&gt; so she scolded me and warned me that if I were to be late next week I have to stay back. I shall test it. If she dare make me stay back I would just go off. 谁怕谁. If she were to complain to my mum and I can just tell mum how she give us only three minutes break when we are supposed to be given 15 minutes (even pooing takes 5 minutes okay). 4. She only allows us to go home if we can say some weird jap words. So obviously I have slow reaction time. But no matter I can lodge a complaint against her some day if she incurred my wrath. 5. She only tell us the homework on saturdays, through MOELC webpage, which pissed me off because most people are free on friday nights and can do the work instead of waiting till saurdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From the above threats she make I can tell that 1. She loves threatening students and gaining control of them (worse than any teacher I've encounter so far. Even Mrs Chan don't do this to me) so that explains why 2. She has no boyfriend/husband/family/LIFE because if she do have any of those then she wouldn't stayed back after class (that was near dinnertime) and make students do work. 3. She is unreasonable and evil 4. She is probably hundred times more sadistic that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Years of experience taught me how to deal with this sort of&amp;nbsp;teachers. Haha teachers like her just want to gain absolute control of their students and inability to do so makes them pissed off. So if whole class rebels and stuffs she would just break down and cry. What I am going to do the next lesson/in the future (depending on my mood): Be late for lessons after break again if she dare to shorten the break time too much; speak freaking softly/loudly (shout and burst her eardrums); keep asking obvious questions and make her annoyed; lied that I have no access to MOELC webpage because the&amp;nbsp;my computer broke down, had no time to use the school computer during recess and lunch because I have to find teachers and cannot stay back after school due to stuffs like CCA and cannot ask the classmates because most of them are from HCI and I don't have the girls'&amp;nbsp;contact numbers. I'll see what she will do to me kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friday went like blahblahblah once more. School is boring and I am already breaking some of my new year resolutions. It's just the second week. Went to Kino with Fishy to get her phantom book (which I remember as The Phantom of the Opera but Susie Okay but it is obviously the wrong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm thinking of not posting (like last year) in semester one since I have not much time to post and can only use the computer every weekend. Maybe I should find Mrs Lee next next monday or tuesday and get her to sign the CCA form (since form's due on 31st January).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was really tired (repaying my sleep debt) because no sooner after I reached home, talk to fishy on phone for a few minutes and finish up my noodles I fell asleep near 5.30pm and woke up at 9.30pm, and had a horrifying nightmare which I thought was hilarious now to think of it. Slept at 2am again and woke up at 7.30am this morning. More nightmares, one was a continuation of my previous one. Fishy feels like killing me after I told her about my weird nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel depressed once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-3422419946482878529?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/3422419946482878529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/01/school9-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3422419946482878529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3422419946482878529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/01/school9-10.html' title='school#9 &apos;10'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-4070683823930062291</id><published>2010-01-08T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:01:53.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school#4 '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am unfortunately and sadly been banned from computer and the television set because according to my mum "school had started and I cannot waste my life away watching tv shows or playing the computer games and every minute on the computer or in front of the tv is a form of distraction distracting me from my goal (RA math?). It makes me sad because I cannot record down things everyday (like what happen) and then I'll just forgot them. And no tv shows on weekdays also means that I will be missing every single episodes of Cruel Temptation on channel U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will start everything one by one :) All my teachers for this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms Debbie Tay&lt;/strong&gt; lives just a five to eight minutes walk from me. It's really weird since even back in Rulang no teachers ever live that NEAR me. The nearest was, Mrs Chan? According to my unfortunate encounters with her she seems to live near where I attend art classes, therefore a fifteen minutes or so of bus ride. And that was a forty minutes walk! Fishy said it was cool -.- My mum thought that was great, in the future if I disobey her she will just go over to Ms Debbie and complain to her. Oh no for me. Ms Debbie (I like calling her that instead of Ms Tay) is my English/Literature/Speech and Drama/Form teacher who named her pair of male and female hamsters &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Pink Panties&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blue Briefs&lt;/span&gt; (she wanted alliteration).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madam Zhanghao&lt;/strong&gt; is the chinese teacher who gave me, Grace and Charmaine a straight detention class last year during the post-exam weeks when we ponned half of a chinese talk because we are in the library doing work of some sort. However, as soon as the talk ends she forgot all about it because I met her along the J-block corridors and she smiled at me. Not the evil smile, but the sort of you-don't-know-the-student-but-she-looks-guai smile. But she sounds like my grandma who is away in china (I miss my grandma sort of) so I pay attention during the lessons :D Also my co-form teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms Sally Wong&lt;/strong&gt; still remains as out interesting and funny geography teacher who give out mentos during lessons this year :D I am really glad. Most geography teachers are boring, since the subject is quite boring too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms Chan&lt;/strong&gt; is our philosophy teacher for this year (my last year's form teacher). Grace say she wasn't boring during philosophy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Desmond Goh&lt;/strong&gt; is the physics teacher who pooped in his pants because he was late for his university lecture (he was still a uni student then) and have to rush so skipped his daily poopin in the toilet and end up pooping in the pants. I got no idea why he must tell us something so gross on the first lesson but now whenever I thought of physics I will think of that teacher who poop in the pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And other teachers like Mrs Mak, the history teacher who talks really slow, I probably will not like her; Ms Hoo? my math advance teacher. Speaking of which I am REALLY REALY depressed 'cause I wasn't selected for the saturday math advance class that prepares people for math olympiad (i'm sort of competitive) but at the same time happy since I need not go school on saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jap sensei is not so boring as last year's, but she's a japanese and therefore teaches everything with jap. The only reason why she uses english in the first lesson was because I don't understand what she is talking about all that in jap (ya la ya la I failed jap last year) and could not answer her questions. Well, interesting aside, she claims to make people stay back to finish the homework if we do not complete them, and since jap lessons ends really late I will not test that claim out, even though I really wish to test it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad saying kim sensei's lessons&amp;nbsp;is boring and dull but I do fall asleep during her lessons last year and thought that time pass really slow, but nothing of that sort happen this year. Okay maybe it was because I decide to mug hard for jap so as not to get the same grade as fishy again (errr, she got 4marks and I got 39, but we both got F grade. She pon everything and I only pon moderately and I bother to memorise notes last minute, though that doesn't help a lot. I can memorise science and math and history and geography notes really well last minute, but language is never something I can do well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Mdm Rozannah is leaving RGS I will look for another CCA teacher to arrange for trials instead. Then I will get my PE teacher/Mrs Ong aka the CCA HOD (heng ah. Not Ms Goh Lee Kian anymore) to approve it. PE teacher seems boring but hope she is nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE today was like, errr, we took height and weight, went through the usual rules and expectations, what modules we taking, etc, stuffs, and then ran two rounds around the court that leaves me temporary paralysed (wonder how am I going to survive 2.4km run) and then an introduction for rock climbing before getting dismissed. ROCK CLIMBING IS COOL!!!. Excited. I grew another 1cm (none of my classmates are pleased with that) and put on 2.6kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly got to be one of the msot boring one ever. Just talking about school administrative matters. After assembly me and Fishy decides to look for the guides CCA teacher but get held up because Vivian had constipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out for KFC with Charmaine, Nanshan and Annie afterwards and then went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;BORDERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I picked up 'Time Traveller's Wife' and read the middle part. Some parts are really gross so Charmaine had a disgusted look on her face when I showed her and Nanshan manage to capture down the priceless look. (But seriously Clare and Henry have sex like, 23 times a day? or more. They had no life!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home on the MRT and spent 30 minutes trying to open the door because the lock is really tight and no matter how I turn the key it does not open (stupidstupidstupid). I called my mum after I got into the house asking for permission to use the computer but fall asleep on the sofa because I was too tired. Was all wet somemore because it was raining, I didn't bother to take out the umbrella so went home in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mortal was an ex-rulangnite too! In fact my rulang CO junior who is planning on joinin CO in RGS too. I got no memory of her though -.- My first letter to her was stupid. I got no idea what to say to a total stranger and I refused to reveal the fact that I'm from rulang in the first letter so I basically wrote something like: "Hey ___! I got no idea what to say to you so I shall tell you about myself! I like blue, I favourite colour is blue so therefore I had a blue bag, wears a blue jacket since I'm sensitive to cold, have blue stationaries and wears a white shoes with tiny blue designs. I also wrapped my notebooks up in beautiful blue wrapping paper and has this weird weird OCD. I cannot tell you my height and weight because then I would be easy to spot among the crowd." And that was pretty retarded because I'm practically telling her: Hey! Spot me! You can look for someone with a blue bag, wears blue jacket most of the time and had blue shoes-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace got this cyberspace survey today and the last part was to decipher cyber language. I got all of it except the first one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14: a text msg pom&lt;br /&gt;his is r bunsn bnr bl%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his hair r lyk fe filling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;w/ac/dc gg thru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he sit nxt 2 me in kemistry (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my @oms split&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wen he :-)s @ me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;[not sure about the third last sentence] &lt;br /&gt;Grace asked me for help with this and my awesome interpretation was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One for a text message poo on me (supposed to be 'a text message:&amp;nbsp;poems&amp;nbsp;for teens')&lt;br /&gt;His eyes are bunsen burner blue (% looks like o/o and 'bloo' pronouce 'blue')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His hair are like iron fillings (FE is chemical symbol for iron)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going through detention classes without air-con (AC stands for air-con and gg for going)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He sits next to me in Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My atoms split (this one was funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When he smiles at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Charmaine figures that I uses too much cyber language. Short forms in other words.&lt;br /&gt;Eek homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-4070683823930062291?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/4070683823930062291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/01/school4-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/4070683823930062291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/4070683823930062291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/01/school4-10.html' title='school#4 &apos;10'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-8936253052014543048</id><published>2010-01-05T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:29:36.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school#1 '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first day of school was... exhausting. And boring. I woke up in the morning at 6.20am because I kept snoozing my alarm, then got pissed and turn off the alarm because I forgot that there's school today, only to suddenly remember a few minutes later. So I sort of jerk from bed and prepare for school frantically. I end up wearing my shoes, socks, name tag, school badge on the car(mum send me)&amp;nbsp;on the way to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moving on, it's kind of weird since most people are wearing house tee or cullots with PE shirt and I'm one of those few wearing school uniform (&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I STRONGLY BELIEVE THAT I MUST WEAR FORMAL ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;). I found my class standing at some end of the amphitheatre (saw people wearing green buckle shirt) and walk over. Due to my incessant yawnings and my inability to keep my eyes open I didnt spot Grace and Zhixin and Joanne at first. I guess Grace said something and I realised&amp;nbsp;that they are all standing next to me. Charmaine turned around and yelled: &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XINGYUE YOU ARE FINALLY HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and some other weird stuffs which I shall not say here but I found it funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blahblahblah during the principal's &lt;strike&gt;useless&lt;/strike&gt; talk Nanshan told me about how short the juniors are. I shall (hahaha) intimidate them with my height :D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At the end of the talk we cheered (stupid) to 'welcome' the secondary ones to RGS. I guess I had no need to intimidate them with my height, because they are terrified enough by the shriekings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then two (or one and a half) hours of CLE periods where we basically did self-introductions, collect report books, get new handbooks and some sort of forms regarding school fees and&amp;nbsp;finally elect new class committees, not to mention deciding on a class decoration theme who I found to be useless as well (I want to mug for Math RA, not plaster song lyrics -especially bleh songs that wannabes seems to love so much- on the wall). Okay fine I sort of state on my resolutions to be enthu in class, but I can't help it because the first day start off sort of badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: Why are there no lines on the spaces where we are supposed to note down out homework? WHY WHY WHY HOW AM I GOING TO NOTE THE HOMEWORK AND ASSIGNMENTS DOWN NEATLY? Number two: They somehow includes a few pages (six I assume) for&amp;nbsp;writing and keeping track of the stage, status and jot notes down for Performance Tasks, which kind of depressed me further. Class Committee election did, however, raised my spirits up a bit, because OUR WONDERFUL CHARMAINE's leadership talent is finally regconised and she is the official vice-chairman for our class XD&lt;br /&gt;Then the thoughts of Zhixin and Joanne leading the class in PE stretching exercises is simply hilarious. Haha I got a slack position again, some environment committee. Fishy is unlucky though, she's the biology representative for her class. Got sabotage haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The icebreaker thing was horrible horrible man. I have serious stage fright issues and hates speaking in front of the class, yet we are supposed to stand up and tell the form and co-form teacher our names and one interesting fact about us. I'm boring boring boring got nothing interesting about myself plus I will have to stand up and tell everyone, who already by the way know my name, with the exceptions of the teachers, my name.&amp;nbsp;Which I find&amp;nbsp;pretty dumb. Plus when Charmaine unexpectedly pointed her finger at me (which means it's my turn for introduction) I feel every eyes on me (I hate that) and sort of mind went blank. So I stood up and started stuttering: "Um...um...um...erm..er...erm..." and totally forgot what I was supposed to say until a moment later, repeating my&amp;nbsp;name since Ms Debbie Tay wasn't able to hear it. The interesting fact thing I was supposed to state was like: HELLO I GOT NO IDEA I AM DULL AND BORING. So since Joanne turned around and tell me to say my height out I went: "People have the first impression that I'm tall" and fell back onto my chair because my legs went jelly. Having a panic attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a three long talks school finally ends (not before Grace drop the bombshell on me, saying that school hours now ends at 3.30pm from Thursday onwards, which turns out to be a false alarm), and I went to Takashimaya with Fishy, where she finally purchased her books (Moonwalk by Michael Jackson &amp;amp; The Fortune of Indigo Skye) and then lalala we went home. I found my serial killer book and noted down the title this time: A History of British Serial Killings, which costed $38.47. I am going to save up for it and buy it, perhaps somewhere in June. 'The Secret History of Lucifer' was out of stock so I can't even browse through it. So was 'Phantom' (fishy wants this book).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home dreading CCA the next day, but at least I got my CCA transfer form and the procedure seems simple. Got two copies of the form for Fishy in case she lost her first one (which was what happened with Fishy's IVP form). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr just found out that I am the IC for some weird Project RICE event. Took this as an excuse to use the computer. But of course I still did collect attendance and it wasn't as difficult as Fishy claim it was, because most of the people replied the email(which was sent out by Anabelle and Michelle) so I only have to copy and paste stuffs. Played around with EXel 2007 meanwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO. CCA TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-8936253052014543048?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/8936253052014543048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/01/school1-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/8936253052014543048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/8936253052014543048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/01/school1-10.html' title='school#1 &apos;10'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-5565572741265365476</id><published>2010-01-04T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:51:14.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[reopen eve]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just found out that next year there would be three sorts of math classes: Math Advance, Enriched and the normal Raffles Programme. Unfortunately Zhixin, Grace and&amp;nbsp;Charmaine remain in RP; Annie, Joanne&amp;nbsp;and Bridget went enriched; and I became the only one in Advanced. How?? I mean those other classmates of mine: Louise, Sarah, Chenxi, Alicia, Vernetta, Nicole, Joan, Xinyu, Lingwei, Mengxue, Cihui, Nanshan; they are all in&amp;nbsp;advanced too but I'm not exactly that close to them so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm gonna miss math lessons with Grace, Zhixin and Joanne: like erm, Zhixin forgot to do assignments so find me since I usually don't do mine too; Grace and I passed notes during lessons while Joanne look at us with weird eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gee. It's only one period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shit. Mum cut my hair ridiculously short so I am desperately waiting for February 'cause hair would have grown longer by then. Luckily my fringe ain't short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow. I just went Inet to check the timetable. Ms Chan is my philosophy teacher this year (she's my form teacher last year), Geography teacher remains as Ms Wong (XDDD) unless like what Gen say, there's more than one Sally teaching Geography. Some Debbie person is the literature/english/speech&amp;amp;drama teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Correction: School in twenty-three hours. And my school bag isn't dry from washing yet. I cannot find my socks/schoolbadge/nametag. Pencil case's missing and I cannot open the schedule for tomorrow on Inet (because the teacher didn't even put it up -.- but Zhixin can open it. She told me the schedule which I sort of forgot except that there's a house talk at the end and some opening talk and a two hours CLE -probably to collect report books- before recess). School ends at 12.50pm and then off to Taka with Fishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-5565572741265365476?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/5565572741265365476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/01/reopen-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/5565572741265365476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/5565572741265365476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/01/reopen-eve.html' title='[reopen eve]'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-1335651830603582228</id><published>2010-01-02T13:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:08:01.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[new year resolution`10]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess I'm quite late in writing my new year's resolution for 2010 (been reading the three novels mum bought as my christmas presents). Seeing that everyone else had written theirs already, erm so here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;1. First and foremost, I will stop being so lazy. I will not procrastinate my work. I will complete all the school assignments and hand in neat and tidy work on time and&amp;nbsp;take extra efforts during my free time to mug harder and (erm) try to achieve a 4.0 GPA (impossible -.-). Stop finding excuses for not doing homework: no time, tired, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;2. I will stop blasting music in the night as an attempt to fall asleep and damage my eardrums (plus what a waste of MP3 batteries).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;3. I will be more sociable and try to avoid conflicts with family and friends. Control my temper (have a bad temper after all) and try not to snap too easily and lost control of myself :)&amp;nbsp; Stop getting pissed over trival matters and ignoring people as a result (ignore because I don't bother arguing and because I don't like quarrels so ignore to stop myself from saying hurting stuffs). No more door-banging, stompings, punching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;4. Be nicer to my siblings. No more scolding them for being noisy and yelling and shouting at them (since my sister bought a bugs bunny keychain for me using her own allowance -she've got lesser allowance than me- and chose the stitch plushie for me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;5. Money Management: Will save money so that I can buy more novels and DVD&amp;nbsp;in the future instead of repeating "this is the last time" over and over to myself and waste money on unhealthy snacks. Do not overspend money on unheathy and useless food during the first few days of the week and had no money to spend during the remaining of the week. Stop borrowing large sums from others unless absolutely necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;6. Speaking of health, no eating cup noodles at Redhill because it is &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;UNHEALTHY&lt;/span&gt; unless I am starving and totally famished. Same with potato chips, KFC and any other forms of unheathy food unless I want to die early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;7. Quit ponning CCA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;8. Be nicer to friends (I repeat, &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;DO NOT IGNORE THEM BECAUSE I AM ANGRY WITH THEM. EXPLAIN, REACH A COMPROMISE. NO MORE CONFLICTS. NO MORE MISUNDERSTANDINGS!!!&lt;/span&gt;) Remember their birthdays without the use of calendars, calendars in handbook, daily planners, notebooks, event notifications in handphone, sticky pads, msn personal messages saying:'__ days to my birthday' or any other sort of countdowns, or any other forms of reminders. Buy presents (or at least prepare cards) if physically and mentally and emotionally possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;9. Maybe be more enthusiastic in school activities. Tossed away my nonchalent attitude and contribute more towards the class (?). Oh yes. Hand in class fund on time-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;10. Gain weight! Eat meals on time so that I don't get gastric as often. Do not stay in class during recess, get hungry, and run down to canteen to buy candies to eat during class five minutes before recess ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;11. Shall not break rules :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;12. Ignore no.10 (above). Continue breaking rules but moderately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;13. Use the computer less often (and be less addicted to facebook and other gaming website, MSN, or any other webpage that does not serve educational purposes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;14. Take consistent notes. No taking notes diligently in the first semester and slacked the second semester. Do not doodle. Do not waste time choosing colour for notes (despite my OC - like things to be the same colour throughout, in this case, all my notes for one certain chapter to be the same colour throughout.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;DO NOT OC&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;compulsive obsessive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;TOO MUCH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don't wake up in the middle of the night just to arrange my folders and files or tidy up my bookshelves&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;16. Don't repeat the mistakes I make this year. Be more optimistic next year and not be so paranoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;17. When going out with friends, tell mum the truth about where I'm going instead of lying that I have school activities and don't go bookshops at orchard too often after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;18. Follow my daily planner. Remember to do everything in the to-do list I wrote down on my notebook. Don't procrastinate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;19. Watch less TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;20. Never ever bring any biology experiment objects back home. (Eg, mealworms. As a result I still have rashes now, and I return the mealworms like months ago).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Err my list was long... Okay let me recount what happen this year (in chronological order): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a hard time adapting to a new school (new classmates and additional subjects)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make new friends like Grace and Zhixin and Joanne and Bridget :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was too kaypo and did something I regret even 'til now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got sick for one whole week, thank god not H1N1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got more new friends like Charmaine and Annie and Nanshan and Ariel :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went back China during the short September holidays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fixed up Annie and her bf (with charmaine and nanshan's help)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went for the math advance class test thingy but not know the results yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conflicts... bleh. Currently feeling depressed and anti-social.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay anyway summing all up, er, haiya I just hate going to new school. Stupid adjustment problems. Hope next year gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~happy new year :]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-1335651830603582228?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/1335651830603582228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-resolution10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/1335651830603582228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/1335651830603582228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-resolution10.html' title='[new year resolution`10]'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-3846053564416219472</id><published>2009-12-29T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[school in six days]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-small;"&gt;current music: shadow of the day/linkin park&lt;br /&gt;current mood: stress and panic.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting in six more days. Haiya. Why is it that one hour in school seems like forever and one month of holidays seems to pass so fast. Erm okay. I don't like the first day of every single school year because: I don't know which classroom to go to; since the timetable isn't given out yet then i had no idea what to bring to school; I might get mean teachers this time round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should calm down. Zhixin said that we'll just bring notebook (to take down anything important) and stationeries. Okay, breathe in breathe out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that I didn't mug jap at all during the holidays. (instead spend the time scolding my sis and bro or reading books). I hope Charmaine is coming back from Beijing soon. Had to ask her some CCA-related stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I like this year's christmas decoration at orchard road. There's this section where they 'dressed' rudolph up in dresses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SzmcLr1JSnI/AAAAAAAABGA/7iMWhVD47vA/s1600-h/DSC03955.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SzmcLr1JSnI/AAAAAAAABGA/7iMWhVD47vA/s320/DSC03955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my favourite ^^ :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm trying to read 'The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes' so that when I watch the movie this weekend I can understand it better. Didnt turn out that boring as I once thought (bought that book in primary four or something). I didn't know Sherlock Holmes had a love interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;But I find the part how Sherlock Holmes is able to erm, deduce everything accurately (?) / correctly weird and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;OOOO so excited. Gonna watch &lt;a href="http://sherlock-holmes-movie.warnerbros.com/"&gt;Sherlock&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherlock_Holmes_(2009_film)"&gt;Holmes&lt;/a&gt; this weekend as my last holiday movie before school reopens, with my mum since she read the chinese version of sherlock holmes when she was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Counting down to school. Things to do on first day of school: find mdm rozannah and arrange for cca trials; accompany fishy to taka and buy books; pass christmas card to charmaine; seriously read my jap textbook for once and erm, sortta prepare for jap lessons on thursday? since I figure half the class quitted already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-3846053564416219472?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/3846053564416219472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/school-in-six-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3846053564416219472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3846053564416219472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/school-in-six-days.html' title='[school in six days]'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SzmcLr1JSnI/AAAAAAAABGA/7iMWhVD47vA/s72-c/DSC03955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-7345935127291108422</id><published>2009-12-24T13:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[xmas eve]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Great. I slept really early&amp;nbsp;yesterday night at about 10.30pm and woke up late this morning: 11am. Which equals twelve hours and a half. I guess that's because I have a rather interesting dream. Me and Fishy domintating the world! Fishy being 20 years older than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woke up in the morning to discovered that my (i think is wisdom tooth) tooth at the side grow a bit more, and bits of gums fell out. So when I am brushing my teeth the gums fall out of my mouth, and some blood. Gross :\ But it wasn't painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just as I was about to use the computer Fishy called and demand 5 bayleaves from me. Not that much cash! Plus I am still saving up money for other stuffs to furnish my restaurant so I only bought two for Fishy. Promise to plant plants and get cheaper bayleaves for her. Since one of my plant is a sugar plant Fishy also demanded sugar from me. Sigh... that what I have to do since she gifted two of her festive machines to me, costing 50k in restaurant city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mum said that we will be eating out for dinner today!!! At Sakae Sushi:D&amp;nbsp; After which I will borrow and return books at the library. Since it's Christmas tomorrow we will be going to orchard road and I can buy more books :) Read finish most of the books I bought the other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thing to do for christmas: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get Xmas presents for my friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish up Mum's Xmas present.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get presents for sis and bro even though they are extremely noisy and unreasonable most of the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a Xmas wish list.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yo&amp;nbsp;Santa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been a relatively good girl this year, and only snacks on potato chips from time to time and maybe shouting at my bro and sis for being noisy, so I guess I am not being demanding by wishing for the following items:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A room of my own, completed with blue, white, grey and black&amp;nbsp;furnitures, such as a&amp;nbsp;tall bookshelf with seven shelves of varying height to&amp;nbsp;put my books, a&amp;nbsp;long white desk, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An electric blue&amp;nbsp;laptop (the latest best model)/tablet PC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stitch and Doraemen collectibles :D:D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Example of above: the huge huge stitch plushie I saw at jurongpoint.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the food I want XD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Books: Vampire Academy, Frostbite, Shadow-kissed, Blood Promise and the upcoming fifth book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DVD: Jurassic Park movies, Lilo and Stitch, Bug Bunny :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chardolph to be emo no more! (afterall she is a human version of your Rudolph)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get out of current CCA, basically change CCA successfully.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;M&amp;amp;Ms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Endless supply of sushis and coke and green tea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plushies for my sis and bro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turtle/turtoise plushies for my bro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Games for my sis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give Fishy a more well-behaved brother next year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cookies :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slaves to do all my homework for me muahahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SzLyJ7_v6dI/AAAAAAAABFw/0SVhPFKV_Gs/s1600-h/trade.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SzLyJ7_v6dI/AAAAAAAABFw/0SVhPFKV_Gs/s200/trade.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Just traded with Fishy on Restaurant City:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My cute little wasabi gone! Traded away for an ugly brown onion. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Erm the only time I ever tasted wasabi was in China back then in September. I got tricked into eating it! We were at this restaurant there and Uncle ordered some weird looking seafood which I've never taste before. And then he put some wasabi paste on the food and asked me to eat it (say it taste very very delicious). Erm under force and blurness (got no idea it was wasabi because I was wishing for roast duck) I ate it, and spit out everything -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I suspect my sis is senile. She just told mum that she wants her to buy sis a chinese assessment book since mum only bought english, math and science books&amp;nbsp;for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-7345935127291108422?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/7345935127291108422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/7345935127291108422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/7345935127291108422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas-eve.html' title='[xmas eve]'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SzLyJ7_v6dI/AAAAAAAABFw/0SVhPFKV_Gs/s72-c/trade.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-2424309293185502436</id><published>2009-12-23T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[the interpretation of murder]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In a great mood today&amp;nbsp;because I have done up my blogskin (as you can see, in blue, grey and mostly white and black). A big big thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fishy&lt;/a&gt; who let me use her &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=260588&amp;amp;action=Preview"&gt;blogskin codes&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and erm, patiently wait for me to write my codes, which I finished after three hours or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My great mood just vanished into thin air. Gladys said that you need a reason to quit CCA. *sigh* CCA is going to kill me sooner or later. The physical training are tiring and I get sick due to that. Erm, basically I cannot take the whole training because it's too physically demanding. And I get nightmares too. About CCA, because the seniors are way too mean. So maybe I can put reason as: Physical harm and psychology trauma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't care gonna ask my mum about that. One thing for sure is that I definitely have to quit CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually Gladys said that Ms Goh Lee Kian won't like personal reason as reason for quitting but never say anything about whether it is vaild or not. Aiya don't care. Say health reasons can lao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fishy's not online! HOW HOW HOW. Nobody to talk to and erm, complained to because I am suddenly feeling stressed and depressed and overwhelmed over CCA and certain other matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Slept late yesterday night because I was reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Interpretation_of_Murder"&gt;The Interpretation of Murder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I like the author's style of writing but some parts of the story are quite *ahem* repulsive. Not that they describe censored scenes. Just that some terms they use and some theories are quite disgusting (like girl want to have sex with the father). Other than that the storyline is nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was reading&amp;nbsp;the book&amp;nbsp;late in the night, around 12am or 1am and the author was describing a decaying corpse and people getting killed or abused. For example this lady from the brothel got tortured by a insane (psycho) man (I think the name is henry thaw or harry thaw). She was tied to this chair or something (erm yes clothes torn off) and the man whipped her (yes whipped) for pleasure. Another sicko pervert burned the area near the privates with his cigarrette. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And because in primary five or so I was quite obsessed with Egyptian mummies and myths and culture (blahblahblah) and during research, I always search for mummy photos, when they mentioned how decayed the corpse is (plus it's kept in a trunk) I kind of visualise how the corpse looks like. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the main character (I think there ain't any protagonist or antagonist in the story since it's all psychology stuffs, erm, and it mentions Hamlet. ARGH my life sucks. Why must it be Romeo&amp;amp;Juliet for literature next year?? I thought this only happen in America?? I rather have Hamlet or Macbeth or something that are much nicer instead of a tragic love story between a&amp;nbsp;thirteen year old girl and some other weird guy who doesn't even look hot in the drawings. Plus this section near the end of the book states that some lines -by juliet, nurse and some other guy- are obscene, and I tried reading those lines but it wasn't obscene, more of the abstract kind, actually I don't really understand certain lines too). Er digressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay so one of the main characters, this beautiful lady named Clara got married to a sicko who loves to have sex with beautiful young ladies (but that guy don't rape, he seduce) but he refuse to *ahem* Clara because he's afraid that she got pregnant and ruined her beautiful figure so he got her to perform even more sick acts, though the exact specific names&amp;nbsp;wasn't&amp;nbsp;mentioned in the novel but basically they are sick sick sick pervertic disgusting repulsive stuffs. Well you get the idea.&amp;nbsp;And Clara is a masochist (enjoys hurting herself errr) so she doesn't really mind I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other main character (also the victim) Nora is a lesbian/homosexual so she likes Clara and is jealous of her father (whom Clara had an affair with so that the father won't care if his daughter have sex with Clara's husband, and since Clara is describe as someone every man wanted so obviously the father is pleased). Err&amp;nbsp;complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My new favourite book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zzzz. I didn't know sis and bro are so hardworking. They are mugging in the room now and not making any noises at all. So the whole room is very quiet and I decide to blast some music.&amp;nbsp;And watch some video. Fishy find your internet connection wire quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just realised it's two more days to christmas. I wonder if Mum gonna give me christmas present. Actually I think so. She said she is going to let me buy more books (also because we had one more 20% off popular voucher and don't know what to spend it on). Uncle is probably bringing me, sis and bro to sushis if he can afford it. WOOOHOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Errr. I just remembered something. Mum wants to bring us to orchard and sell christmas hats, but I guess it's cancelled. Selling christmas hats sound fun though. I can get the ang-mohs there to pay ten bucks or more for the hat muahahaha -evil laughter-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;GREAT NEWS. Zhixin just told me that changing CCA doesn't require a valid reason afterall! Just have to go for trials, get selected and then submit the forms to the teacher-in-charge. :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It makes my job better now that I don't have to think of a convincing reason to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HILARIOUS! I found a chinese version of Beat It by Michael Jackson (stumble across it while searching for Shin Chan videos on youtube).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0eyHUl8R5pc&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0eyHUl8R5pc&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lyrics:（我们本来都是一个个良名；从小就是天天向上好好学习；天生不是坏蛋；我们全部都是；被。。。逼的！你应该知道人之初姓本善；没有哪个妈妈希望孩子变坏；我们也不想变坏；可是身不由己；被。。。逼的！我们全部都是；被。。。逼的！逼的！没有人能够逃出去；我不做个坏蛋；就得滚蛋；我不欺负别人；就会吃亏；被。。。逼的！被。。。逼的！被。。。逼的！被。。。逼的！全世界都不卖XO给你；你只能被逼的出来四处寻觅；所以我们都是；一点都没有办法；被。。。逼的！十万块钱一瓶酒的确不便宜；但我想你是不会在乎这点钱；你不能不接受；应为你没有选择；被。。。逼的！你不能不接受；被。。。逼的！逼的！只有我们可以帮你；你们已经六次；从我这里买；全部都是十万 块钱一瓶；被。。。逼的！逼的！只有我们可以帮你；我们都是黑帮；拿人钱财；黑帮就是我们；替人消灾；被。。。。。。逼的！）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semicolons means line-breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not sure if Fishy seem this yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fishy:&lt;/strong&gt; Ahehe you put two hearts beside my name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fishy:&lt;/strong&gt; But the background too light and the sidebar too long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fishy:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha this skin is f-ing pretty (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fishy:&lt;/strong&gt; Sian ): POST. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fishy:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey you admitted yourself that his songs get stuck inside your head. &lt;br /&gt;XD thanks! lol. I like long sidebars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annie:&lt;/strong&gt; the ending reminds me of wallace and gromit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annie:&lt;/strong&gt; but hate it that they didn't explain where that thingy came frm D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annie:&lt;/strong&gt; I MANAGE TO WATCH THE HOST IN THE END! i quite like the movie. &lt;br /&gt;I want to know where the monster came from too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-2424309293185502436?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/2424309293185502436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/interpretation-of-murder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2424309293185502436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2424309293185502436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/interpretation-of-murder.html' title='[the interpretation of murder]'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-5949557952268937839</id><published>2009-12-22T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[counting down...14days]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just two more weeks before school reopens. Annie came over some days ago and we played games and eat and walked around downstairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday I went to takashimaya with Fishy to search for "Moonwalk" by Michael Jackson (autobiography of some sort) at the Kinnokuniya bookstore there. But first we waited at the Nokia Care Center for approximately 30 minutes tsk-ing at a chikopeh with a red phone flirting with a pretty young lady at the counter. Fishy got back her phone afterwards and tell me how she is going to blast music from there for 24hours straight everyday so that her phone would break down and she can&amp;nbsp;ask her mum&amp;nbsp;a new one -. We bought some food (fishy:curry puffs and prawn; me:fish ball and prawn nuggets). After Fishy found her book she bugged me with: "Should I buy this book?"s .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then walked rounds and rounds (according to Fishy it's five rounds) around the bookstore while I look for this serial killer psychology book which I saw the last time I came here. Couldn't find that book though. I think Fishy's annoyed at me. We flipped through a few books and then went off. Fishy still didn't purchase the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off for a search for sushis but couldn't find any so gave up and had KFC instead. Then we went &lt;strong&gt;borders&lt;/strong&gt; and read books while waiting for my mother to fetch us. Fishy was reading Perfume, which is really sick. I read Amazonia, and there's this part about humans mating with jaguars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahblah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for my dream blue colour skin. Actually making my own except I keep screwing up the codes, or am too lazy to write. Not in the mood to post due to pre-school-reopening stress and cca stress and want-nice-blogskin-but-cannot-find-and-don't-feel-like-writing stress. Basically I feel overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr sister and brother are complaining and making noises in the background..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-5949557952268937839?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/5949557952268937839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/counting-down14days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/5949557952268937839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/5949557952268937839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/counting-down14days.html' title='[counting down...14days]'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-1133251286542070730</id><published>2009-12-16T13:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[fishy's house... again]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't really feel like writing but Fishy is bugging for me to do so. So here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was supposed to meet Fishy at 1pm, but in the end I was 30 minutes late. Not quite me (I usually go early). This was due to my tummyache acting up because I have ice cold yoghurt and hot milo for breakfast. I was delayed for about ten minutes, and then slowly walked towards KFC, near my house. The traffic lights are against me, because whenever I reach the pedestrian crossing the man will turn from green to red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The old lady at KFC was really slow and lag, so I waited for 15 to 20 minutes for her to pass me my two sets of zinger burger meal, student price. Actually I was only allow one set because I only has one student card. I don't exactly see the different. The shorter way is of couse the old lady, seeing that I am in a rush of time, allowed to&amp;nbsp;(only this time round) to purchase two sets with only one student card, but the longer way would be to buy one set, go outside, wait for 15 minutes, walked into KFC to a different counter with a different person attending to it and order another set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, when I reached the station where I was supposed to meet Fishy, I set my heavy bags of zinger meal on the floor and look around, just in time to see Fishy, in a red and brown stripe shirt and black pants rushing to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I didnt take good care of her&amp;nbsp;book: "Wishful Thinking", because the cover was folded, and she claims that her books are never folded and are in the same excellent condition as when she bought&amp;nbsp;them from bookstores. Not believing her, I be 厚脸皮 and peek into her bookshelf where she kept her most precious novels, but she slammed the door shut in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank coke, bought from the store downstairs while watching Fishy search Michael Jackson at &lt;a href="http://y3.com/"&gt;Y3.com&lt;/a&gt;, turning out this result: a hilarious animation of a twisted version of Smooth Criminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="400" width="550"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.y3.com/games/files/Michael_Jackson_Sings_Smooth_Criminal.swf"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.y3.com/games/files/Michael_Jackson_Sings_Smooth_Criminal.swf" width="550" height="400"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishy fumed over how insulting this animation was while me and her brother laughed like shit over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, Fishy found a video of MJ zipping up his unzipped trousers during a concert or something and due to the bad video quality, we at first couldn't see how his pants was unzipped, and at which point did he zipped it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2YtzyRfEl8&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2YtzyRfEl8&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was a weird video trying to prove that Michael Jackson is still alive, even though most people know that he is very well dead (perhaps buried somewhere).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ndE-dD2PB1Q&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ndE-dD2PB1Q&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really see how the video proves that MJ is still alive -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some MJ's ghost video,&amp;nbsp;a baby's imitation of Billie Jean and a&amp;nbsp;news article that reports MJ sighting in the clouds, but those fluffy red clouds really don't resemble MJ's face, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started raining in the evening so mum came to fetch me, and Fishy gave me the souvenior she bough for me in Hongkong, this really really cute orange notebook that I think I will 舍不得用. (thankyouthankyou :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s: in case any of you wonder why this post is flooded with MJ-related stuffs, it is because my dear friend Fishy did nothing much when I go over to her house except showed me&amp;nbsp;loads of videos of him (most of which I am not exactly interested in) and ogle over his crotch-grabbing dance move and how 'hot' and 'cute'&amp;nbsp;he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;pp/s: just to clarify I am not a MJ fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-1133251286542070730?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/1133251286542070730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/fishys-house-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/1133251286542070730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/1133251286542070730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/fishys-house-again.html' title='[fishy&apos;s house... again]'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-3253715692132445838</id><published>2009-12-14T12:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[the host]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Over the weekend, I manage to finish reading &lt;strong&gt;Map of Bones&lt;/strong&gt;. I hate thriller endings. Like the&lt;strong&gt; Lost Symbol&lt;/strong&gt; one, the author ended it with a single word: 'Hope'. And for Map of Bones, it ends with Grayson&amp;nbsp;Pierce going back home, wanting to put the m-state gold powder into his father's&amp;nbsp;(who had some sort of disease that causes him to be forgetful, and loses memories (??) )&amp;nbsp; orange juice (the powder, according to scientific research the thoeries, strengthens memories). However he changes his mind because he thought that things cannot be forced, so he have to accept it &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt; and started telling his father about the lady&amp;nbsp;he worked with. And in the end, the gold key was fake so after all the challenges of some sort, they didnt manage to get to the place with the treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing much happened on saturday. On sunday, I actually wanted to go to Vanessa's housewarming party, but I wasn't free, and Mum didn't allow me to go. Instead, I stayed at home until 2pm or something (after a five minutes lunch) I went to the library. Borrow a few fiction books (though they don't seems nice) because I can't find &lt;strong&gt;Blood Promise&lt;/strong&gt; and is too lazy to go down to the non-fiction section. Couldn't find Foxtrot comics too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After paying my library fines (a total of 7.20bucks for three books -.-) I went to Ikea to buy materials to add an extra shelf&amp;nbsp;to the bookshelf above my desk, so that I have more space to put my books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the way to Ikea, we witnessed a car accident. At the cross junction near Chinese Garden MRT, this white car (i think) drived past and the tire exploded so the car spin or something like that and knock into another black car beside it and the car spin over a few meters. And because car tires exploded and gasoline is flowing out of the exploding tire car (the back of the car is terribly damage, with metal pieces all over the floor) so I predict that the car will burst into flames soon and wanted to stay back and watch. (by the way the driver fainted) But mum got damn shock (well she couldn't be blame since the exploded car is only one meter away from ours) and decided to drive away, also because she reckons that the place will be jammed with cars later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So um, mum decide to take the longer route to Ikea, and on the way we saw fire engines and ambulance, all rushing to the accident site. I supposed the car exploded? Which is real cool! Won't the driver be burnt to death?? (oh no. being sadistic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We reached Ikea, and sis and bro were feeling sleepy since they refused to go home. Okay back to the point, I bought a light brown wooden board and this thingy which is supposed to support the wooden block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" rs="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyW39DY3QwI/AAAAAAAABFg/Mz7WkjVV85Y/s320/desk.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Picture not clear enough, but the second shelf at the right (the shorter one) is the shelf I added. So it's top shelf: textbooks, files, fullscap...etc; middleshelf: DanBrown and James Rollins thrillers, and this book Huien gave me for birthday last year. Bottom shelf consist of Singapore flag, my coins box, the white tiger Zhixin gave my for birthday, the pink clock Zhixin gave me, my stationaries, calculator, dictionaries and other stuffs, notebooks, my wordsearch books, library books, bluetack, a tiny cute coat hanger and the plaque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dinner at a vegetarian restaurant (mum being vegetarian). Bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyW5ePyf5nI/AAAAAAAABFo/5sx-KIiVgm4/s1600-h/the+host.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rs="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyW5ePyf5nI/AAAAAAAABFo/5sx-KIiVgm4/s320/the+host.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Host_(film)"&gt;The Host&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at night. Don't like the movie. It's basically a mutated black amphibian gobbling people up. At first, when the main character's daughter called him for help, you expect that daughter to survive, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole family (daughter's grandpa, father -main-, aunt and uncle) all tried to find the swer daughter's hiding in and rescue her. Unfortunately the main character and his siblings left their father to be killed by the monster, while the main character got captured by the Korean people because he was supposedly carrying a virus, which turns out to be non-existant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main character escapes and found the sewer his daughter is hiding in, but before he reached, the daughter got swallowed up by the monster and suffocated to death. Another boy survived and got pulled out of the monster's mouth together with the daughter (who yes, suffocated to death) before the main character and his siblings set the monster on fire, killing it. Ends with some sort of TV news that offers no explanation to how the mutated monster comes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the monster looks fake. Jurrasic Park is nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishy is possibly coming my house tomorrow, together with her brother. If her mother allows, then I am going to buy sushi for her first, before fetching her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKING FORWARD TO IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Fishy to be ‘乖女儿’and be super nice to her mum when she returned home from work so that her mum will allow her to come over :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;tagreplies:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fishy&lt;/strong&gt;: I WANT TO GO OUT WITH YOU ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fishy&lt;/strong&gt;: LOL my imprisonment is making me sound les &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fishy&lt;/strong&gt;: **** I miss Miss Loh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fishy&lt;/strong&gt;: S.H.I.T. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fishy&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey hey what do you mean you'll only treat me if there's money left? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fishy&lt;/strong&gt;: HUMPH your good friend here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fishy&lt;/strong&gt;: And um you spelled Billie Jean as Billie Jeans again ): &lt;br /&gt;Err. sorry. keep remembering it as billie jeans. 'Cause Jeans is 牛仔裤. &lt;h&gt;Lol OKOK I treat you to sushi but remember to bring my souvenior. Hope you can come tomorrow... :(&lt;/h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiona&lt;/strong&gt;: HI WENXINGYUE. I MISS YOU &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h&gt;Muahaha. When you come back from HongKong (why is everyone going there anyway?) bring me some stuffs! (greedy)&lt;/h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-3253715692132445838?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/3253715692132445838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/host.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3253715692132445838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3253715692132445838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/host.html' title='[the host]'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyW39DY3QwI/AAAAAAAABFg/Mz7WkjVV85Y/s72-c/desk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-1393008575903594081</id><published>2009-12-12T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[jp with biying]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you're gonna be late, then be late and not just 2 minutes - make it an hour and enjoy your breakfast."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- David Brent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Biying dragged me to Jurong Point with her to get her parents an anniversay gift. I was late for 1minute and 37seconds, and after I got down from the bus, I rushed to the entrance of the new JP (the one with this weird christmas tree that has the middle part of it missing), calling Biying on the way. I thought I heard her said she wore white shirt, but she was wearing black. When I spotted her she was standing near the tree, back facing me and we are still talking on the phone, so I went:"Hey! I see you" and she replied:"Huh? what?" so&amp;nbsp;I said:"Turn around! I am behind you!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Biying turned around and spotted me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We walked around the shopping mall and Biying found this keychain at &lt;strong&gt;minitoons&lt;/strong&gt; and bought it. There ends our search. We walked around somemore for a lack of better things to do and went Popular for a while, but basically we just walked round the round in circles (at one point of time, searching for Levi store so that Biying can get her jeans changed). I spotted cute plushies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyJmqVILXNI/AAAAAAAABEw/vkIjMxyl_hE/s1600-h/stich.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyJmqVILXNI/AAAAAAAABEw/vkIjMxyl_hE/s400/stich.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;STICH STICH STICH!!! :D I also saw this really huge gigantic stich plushie. It has been added to my christmas and birthday wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyJnHqmSuyI/AAAAAAAABE4/mNrnAhqx3i0/s1600-h/DSC03847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyJnHqmSuyI/AAAAAAAABE4/mNrnAhqx3i0/s200/DSC03847.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the right is this weird toothpaste-shaped pencil case. Annie and I saw it the other time but I didnt take down any photos. The body of the toothpaste container will contain the stationaries, while the cap of the toothpaste container become a pencil sharpener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Creative idea, but the pencil case looks ugly in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While walking around we discuss about the story we are writing. However the mall is too noisy and we are walking around aimlessly anyway, so we went to the library and discuss. Saw Gladys there. The only thing about the library I don't like is that you can't talk loudly. Suffocating :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went over to Biying's house afterwards and watch her drew manga for one and a half hours before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Grr... sister and brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I suddenly have the feeling that one of those disks I stored my photos and pictures in are missing. You see, after every year I will store the photos and pictures I had in that year into this disk and label it. So I have disk for '05 all the way to this year. And the '07 disk is missing. I tried to dig it out but was very very unsuccessful because in the process my room looks as if it had been hit by tornado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think the disk is in one of those unpacked boxes that my mum stored away after we moved house and I didnt bother to unpack it. Will find it some other time. I managed to find some of my old diaries/random notebook kept for scribbles and feel so paiseh reading through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Charmaine went online in the morning today. She went back to school for debate but couldn't find the debate people so she went up to the library and logged into ebuddy. I decided to make her a nicer blogskin, but I couldn't get the codes for the navigation blogskins. Keep messing up the codes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I swear that if I am free tomorrow I will must definitely &lt;strike&gt;try to&lt;/strike&gt; finish up the codes for Char's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Annie refuses to tell me what she like/want for her birthday so I am reading all her twitter post and facebook statuses for clues, but give up halfway when reading the facebook status because there were just too many. But xingyue is still determined so I gave one last shot at her blog. Should have went there earlier. Annie stated there in black and white that she likes tees, handbags, food and sneakers. Get one of those for her then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got to get present for Christalle too. Feels so tired. Don't feel like buying anything for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gah. I dread school reopens. &lt;u&gt;First thing I dread: CCA.&lt;/u&gt; Thought I told them I am overseas then still keep calling me for what? -roll eyes- &lt;u&gt;Second thing I dread: Jap.&lt;/u&gt; Speaking of which I haven't started mugging jap. I mean, I failed and I don't want to fail again. But just can't make myself start mugging. &lt;u&gt;Third thing I dread:&lt;/u&gt; What if the new teachers are mean and nasty and evil?? D:&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;Fourth thing I dread: School hours.&lt;/u&gt; Waking up early at 5.30am or 6am and reaching home at 4.30pm? I hate this life. &lt;u&gt;Fifth thing I dread: Homework.&lt;/u&gt; Despite the fact that I promised myself to finish up all the homework neatly, I doubt that it is possible. After reaching home so late, who would have the mood to do homework??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyJswL2AwwI/AAAAAAAABFA/V5Ou52MFzdI/s1600-h/apple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyJswL2AwwI/AAAAAAAABFA/V5Ou52MFzdI/s320/apple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And among that, many other little things. School is horrible. School sucks. I have never detest rulang this much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyJsxmmWVYI/AAAAAAAABFI/mDB7OIwAzi8/s1600-h/corridor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyJsxmmWVYI/AAAAAAAABFI/mDB7OIwAzi8/s200/corridor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[left: snow white's poisoned apple and the hallway of doom.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just thinking about the workload and meanie seniors after school reopens give me nightmares. -shudders-&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T&amp;nbsp; WANT TO GO BACK THERE I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK THERE I HATE THAT PLACE. Can there be another outbreak of some highly contagious disease so that school can't reopen for another one month or so? And after it reopens all the co-curriculum activities will be cancelled for another one semester, until integrated scienc program, the only part of school I think I am actually looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My life is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's getting bugged by younger siblings in the holidays or face mean seniors yelling at you even though you're sick back in school. Can't wait for sec four. Finally free from seniors. Being juniors sucks too. Or I am just too used to being senior back in rulang for that one year (or maybe two since back in rulang primary six seniors don't boss you around, unlike those sec three and sec four ones in RGS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyJu9oqJ7sI/AAAAAAAABFQ/tBxuD1bJCwI/s1600-h/stress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyJu9oqJ7sI/AAAAAAAABFQ/tBxuD1bJCwI/s320/stress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I suddenly realised that after school reopens next year I would be officially not the youngest in RGS. Sec two. Sec two means: class 213, mugging hard, deciding subject combination, hoping that I would get into Math Advance, working hard for RA Math, and two more years of CCA torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A moment of silence for me. I hope I can survive next year. Oh no cannnot breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S.T.R.E.S.S.E.D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually I find that the only stressful part of next year and my future life in RGS (apart from sec four) is CCA. And maybe Jap but mugging is easy if I put in effort. Homework and school hours, well, I can sleep on the way to school I guess. And homework are easy too. Meanie teachers... I just have to be guai then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay enjoy the holidays and worried about school in three more weeks. Just three more weeks and no more enjoying!!! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-shoot me down-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;things to do by school reopens:&lt;br /&gt;mug jap. attempts to read Romeo&amp;amp;Juliet. pre-study math and chinese. finish my books. do everything I had to finish before school reopens which includes treating Fishy to sushis (if I still have money left), finish up char's blogskin, write finish as much chapters as I can for the story, find blood promise, go national library, everything else I enjoy. run around the room, pull hair out and screams: "I hate school" five hundred time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-1393008575903594081?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/1393008575903594081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/jp-with-biying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/1393008575903594081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/1393008575903594081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/jp-with-biying.html' title='[jp with biying]'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyJmqVILXNI/AAAAAAAABEw/vkIjMxyl_hE/s72-c/stich.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-1615090172998011780</id><published>2009-12-10T22:36:00.134+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random #14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;my day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyEJKmR0_LI/AAAAAAAABDo/dPspePSUAcE/s320/sleep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;#Slept for eleven hours XD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;My first ever peaceful sleep since the start of the holiday. I slept for eleven hours straight, from 10pm tp 9am the today. No nightmares at all, no waking up in the middle of the night. Plus I slept early too. I didnt sleep at three or something :D Ate hotdog for breakfast, but I don't like the bread, too dry. Make myself a cup of milo mixed with mixed-fruits yoghurt drink. (one of my cranky&amp;nbsp;habit of mixing drinks -eg, coke and green tea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;#Map of Bones&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyEQjIgGofI/AAAAAAAABDw/-04BytDGrRM/s1600-h/map+of+bones.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyEQjIgGofI/AAAAAAAABDw/-04BytDGrRM/s320/map+of+bones.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Map-Bones-James-Rollins/dp/0060763876"&gt;Map of Bones&lt;/a&gt;, one of the five books I bought this holiday. I read till page 139, the part when Grey, Monk, Kat and Rachel were investigating the massecre at the church and they discovered some sort of white powder that is gold in this weird state (I think it is m-state) when the assasins who killed those people in the church came back to finish up their job and threw a grenade at them. Then I got tired and ate lunch. Maggi mee for lunch &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; What the f* I'm sick of maggi mee and it's bad for health too. When maid say she's cooking noodles I thought she meant normal noodles. I want my grandparents back! D':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#Went online&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyESF-h0-TI/AAAAAAAABD4/809yk_mVmvQ/s1600-h/msn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyESF-h0-TI/AAAAAAAABD4/809yk_mVmvQ/s400/msn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On the new computer. -roll eyes- I don't like the new computer because all my favourite links and pictures and documents are in my old one and I am too lazy to save a copy in the new one so I get really piss all the time when I use the new one and I realised that I couldn't go to this page because&amp;nbsp;I favourite it in my old computer so the new one doesn't have it. Plus I'm just not used to typing on the new wireless keyboard and using the super sensitive wireless mouse. At least IE don't have errors all the time and auto-shuts itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#Listen to Fishy rant on about MJ&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I went online Fishy msned me asking why I went online so late (sorry dear I was reading book and was too lazy to turn on the main switch for the computer). Then she rant on and on about Bashir (better known as Bashit, the heartless guy who betrayed Mj's trust in him, oh god am I influenced by Fishy?)&lt;br /&gt;I gave her gory details of how I am going to torture Bashit if I could, like get the MJ fans to write a petition allowing them to torture him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how I'm doing it: Tie his leg to a horse and get the horse to drag him over miles, then eletricute him over and over again, with small dose of electricity so that he won't die. Do not feed him any food for one week and then give him a small amount of food (mouldy bread, maybe?) to keep him going and&amp;nbsp;few drops of water everyday so that he wont be dehydrated and die. The point is to keep him from dying because it's worse than death, muahaha. Then I'll get him to say good things about MJ and Fishy and me (of course must tell me how awesome I am) and if it didnt make me angry I will cut off his fingers. After half a year of this torture I will put him out on the streets and let MJ fans stomp him to death. dx&lt;br /&gt;Er...I won't do that obviously, too cruel. Just imagination, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh god people are so mean O.o I was searching 'Michael Jackson' on Yahoo pictures and the third result that came out was this&amp;nbsp;heavily photoshopped photo of MJ with long hair, feminine features, wearing a loose dress, and BOOBS. So disturbing that I instantly shut down the window)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is this funny video that Fishy send me, an impersonation of MJ Billie Jeans during the Malaysion Idol. With subtitles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bf3NdRMX7B4&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bf3NdRMX7B4&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#blogskins&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyEXMOCX5EI/AAAAAAAABEA/ad4L-ih321E/s1600-h/blogskin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyEXMOCX5EI/AAAAAAAABEA/ad4L-ih321E/s320/blogskin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fishy wants a new blogskin but had not idea how it is supposed to look like, other than that it must have the words 'smooth criminal' and it must be white, so her friend here decides to search all the white blogskins and get some inspiration plus basecodes for her blogskin. I could finally use the blogskins.com codes. Previously when I tried to use them, I'll always get an error message telling me that the HTML code isn't well-formed. Then Fishy told me all I have to do is click the revert to classic template button at the bottom. Can't believe I'm been staring at it for years and didnt realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#eating seaweed snacks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what's this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyEYhN_mkRI/AAAAAAAABEI/00buO28uMns/s1600-h/seaweed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyEYhN_mkRI/AAAAAAAABEI/00buO28uMns/s320/seaweed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WOOHOO TAO KAE NOI SEAWEED SNACKS :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyEZ_wXrS1I/AAAAAAAABEQ/eOMEeyZjSf4/s1600-h/seaweed1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyEZ_wXrS1I/AAAAAAAABEQ/eOMEeyZjSf4/s320/seaweed1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Crispy and yummy :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just looking at the packet makes me salivate. Can smell the snack :D Err&amp;nbsp;I finished up one packet in 20 minutes ._. while talking on the phone with Fishy. Had dinner, rice with fish (jap unagi) and meat (?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#tv show&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyEcqxzZ_JI/AAAAAAAABEY/LZZRA6P94BA/s1600-h/tenbrothers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyEcqxzZ_JI/AAAAAAAABEY/LZZRA6P94BA/s320/tenbrothers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sis and bro were watching this DVD, I think it was 十兄弟 (this lousy i-don't-know-where-made drama about ten brothers with superhuman powers). The graphics are lousy, and the last brother (whose special power is crying and spraying water out of his eyes) is totally redundant because during fighting scenes the brother can do nothing except stand there and cry and the older brothers would have this extra annoying job of keeping him out of troubles, because unlike the older nine brothers who are about 20 of age, that crybaby is only perhaps 10. And the acting in the show is lousy too, I get goosebumps just watching it. Not to mention their weird hairstyle and the 'special powers'. Let say one of them can fly. So normally flying would mean levitating perhaps? Well but levitation and flying are different things, so if someone can fly it got to be like a bird, yeah? And since it is supposed to be like a bird then the person would have wings, right? But unlike Warren Worthington/Angel (angel sounds stupid)&amp;nbsp;in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/X-Men:_The_Last_Stand#The_X-Men"&gt;X-men: The Last Stand&lt;/a&gt; who had big beautiful white wings, that person had ugly chicken-like retractable wings. Yellow and green to be precise. And that pair of wings looks fake and ugly and small. And the other powers are lousy too, for example, an ultra big mouth? A pair of legs that can grow long? Hands that can extend? Ewwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;#&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Temptation_of_Wife"&gt;妻子的诱惑&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(those who didnt watch can skipped this part since you wont understand anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyEiIYzSaVI/AAAAAAAABEg/FdwAuls45XM/s1600-h/temptation+of+the+wife.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyEiIYzSaVI/AAAAAAAABEg/FdwAuls45XM/s320/temptation+of+the+wife.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This show quite nice. And it's until this point when Qiaobin and Encai are about to divorced. According to wiki it is going to be 129 episodes long. So far what happen is that Aili the bitch revealed that she had a son and brought him over to Korea.&amp;nbsp;(I find that son quite qian bian) The mother-in-law was super mean at Encai because her brother almost killed Qiaobin. At least most of the family still sides with Encai. Tomorrow's episode would be erm, Encai's father discovered about Aili's son and Aili report Qiangcai to the police. Then they are plotting to kill Qiangcai I think. And Xiaoxi went missing too. Her mother is sending her over to USA so that she can gradually forget about Jianyou, who she is in love with, but I guess she escape and ran off or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;#Shin Chan&lt;/u&gt; (you can skip this part too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyEjCqaBUlI/AAAAAAAABEo/staSXCVkGG0/s1600-h/xiaobai.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyEjCqaBUlI/AAAAAAAABEo/staSXCVkGG0/s200/xiaobai.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Gah I got nothing to do at all. Sick of reading fanfics or books or watching youtube videos. And I feel bored. So I watch my Shin Chan disk -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Getting sick of that too. Nothing is funny lao. And everytime I watch disk on the computer I will lower the volume a bit so that it won't disturb sis and bro, but they end up disturbing me instead because they make too much noise, especially my brother, I don't know how he got the energy to talk everyday. I don't even know what to say to others on MSN most of the time and he can just rattle off like nothing else matters. And it bugs me&amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;[ I hate it when it gets too noisy. Can't concentrate on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I slept from 6am to 1pm some two days ago so I am now determined to get my regular sleepin patterns back, which means sleeping at 10 and waking at 7. It's getting really late now (although when I went into the kitchen just now I see no cockroaches).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tagreplies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fishy&lt;/strong&gt;: And wtf you just don't understand the vid 'cause of Debbie's accent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fishy&lt;/strong&gt;: It's hammock lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h&gt;I DO UNDERSTAND THE VIDEO!!! &lt;/h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annie&lt;/strong&gt;: yay jacob! YAY THE VOLTURI &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annie&lt;/strong&gt;: bella should totally choose jacob. at least he's HAWT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annie&lt;/strong&gt;: AND THERE'S THIS SCENE WHERE HE'LL GO HALF-NAKED I'M GONNA FLINCH AND SAY EWWWWWWWWWW &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annie&lt;/strong&gt;: ROBERT PATTINSON IS GROSS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h&gt;I hate rob. damn eww. he looks old and retarded.&lt;/h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.:&lt;/strong&gt; [b][big][url=http://plushie-ice.blogspot.com/][color=red]♥INSTOCKS♥Plushies&lt;br /&gt;Chea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h&gt;huh?&lt;/h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annie&lt;/strong&gt;: the video damages my brain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h&gt;Lols. The video is funny.&lt;/h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Going out with biying tomorrow. :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting mosquito bites all over and the itch cream mum gave me doesn't help much DDDDDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-1615090172998011780?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/1615090172998011780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/1615090172998011780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/1615090172998011780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/random.html' title='random #14'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SyEJKmR0_LI/AAAAAAAABDo/dPspePSUAcE/s72-c/sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-3260420291523091979</id><published>2009-12-09T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[new moon]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First, before writing about the trip to Jurong Point today, I went Fishy's house yesterday! I was hypering, because it's really aweful being trapped at home with your brother and sister who talks 24/7. And I tried all kinds of methods to shut their mouth up but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I reach the MRT station where Fishy is suppose to fetch me and walk to her house, look around for Fishy, and saw her looking somewhere in my direction so I waved to her. Only that she turn around and look somewhere else, apparently being to blind to see me waving to her (I wasn't wearing my specs and was standing a few meters away, but i regconise her blue shirt). So I walked in front of her and wave again.This time she saw me. We walk the short cut way, which means passed this muddy place where Fishy shrieked at how gross the road looks, while I leap across patches of wet ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bro/" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sx5SsaW1juI/AAAAAAAABCY/cfqlErSWYIY/s200/DSC03816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I arrived at her house, I notice that both her and her brother are wearing blue shirts and blue pants. Nice! Siblings so loving. I'm not very sure, but I guess her brother didnt&amp;nbsp;change out of his pyjamas because he is stilling wearing a pair of long pants despite the hot weather (singapore's weather can be suffocating at times). While Fishy was talking on the phone, her brother bumped his butt against Fishy's, causing her to shout her her mischievous brother (poor brother).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishy treat me to green tea and the whole afternoon was basically watching Billie Jeans (or rather how MJ did crotch grabbing...boring), this hilarious impersonation of MJ during Malaysia Idols, MJ footages (I almost fell asleep watching it), Paul's impersonation video, Shin Chan, and Fishy playing games. Fishy had this candy with soft slimy sweet thing inside that ooze out of the candy. NICE:D And Fishy's pissed with her brother for ruining her books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;today;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Jurong Point to watch NEW MOON with Annie :)&amp;nbsp; I didnt bother walking to the MRT station so I waited 15 minutes for the bus. I reached the station 5 minutes later than I was supposed to. But Annie is later. So while waiting for the new train to arrive in six minutes' time, I noticed that the tv screen at the station was playing Michael Jackson videos today. And they slow-mo the moonwalk and crotch grabbing parts (Fishy's favourite) among various others. However the train station is too noisy so I only heard a faint singing sound, not loud enough to tell which song it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie is coincidentally on the next train so I went on it and we took to Boon Lay. Went up to the cinema to buy the tickets first. We sat at the last fourth row. After buying tickets, we went down to FairPrice and bought chipster tomato, like we agreed the previous night, smuggle them into the theatre. I bought coke too. Annie is healthy and bought apple juice with aloe vera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk around for a while. Found a shop selling this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sx5SwFISatI/AAAAAAAABCg/001C6Gsthuk/s1600-h/DSC03822.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sx5SwFISatI/AAAAAAAABCg/001C6Gsthuk/s320/DSC03822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dog's eyes are so big that they are freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to Harris bookshop and look through a opened Guiness Book of Records 2010 (which by the way costs 56 bucks). This person with long nails look freaky D:&amp;nbsp; And there was this guy who had tattoo all over his body so it's 100 percent body covered with ink. OMG.&amp;nbsp;And another one had peircing all over his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sx5S4OdXPQI/AAAAAAAABCo/GS6twaiQA58/s1600-h/DSC03823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sx5S4OdXPQI/AAAAAAAABCo/GS6twaiQA58/s200/DSC03823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moving on, we also went passed this shop (I couldn't remember where it was but there is this really gross toy they sell there. YES. AS YOU SEE its a lady in undergarments pole dancing. Annie and I also spotted another game which you hit anything that pops out, and that anything is butts, so basically in the game you try to hit as many lady's butt as possible. SICK. WHY ARE THERE SO MANY SICK GAMES NOWADAYS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pervert -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was nearing 12.30pm (which is when movie start) annie and I walk back to the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;New Moon was... not as bad as other said it was, but bad. I don't like that part when bella curled up and got depressed because edward left, and the counting months thing were funny too. Like october, november, december. I don't get why others cried when reading New Moon and realise Edward left Bella. WTH its just a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I am totally freaked out by Bella's screaming during her nightmares (i can't stand screams). I know nightmares are scary but hey, don't scream that loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The papercut incident keep making me think about this new moon parody I watch where an ugly bella had a paper cut and all the blood were gashing out in this super exaggerating manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Jacob looks okay when he took off his clothes since he had muscles&amp;nbsp;but when edward (aka robert&amp;nbsp;pattinson)&amp;nbsp;did so, I was so shock that instead of biting on the chips I bit my&amp;nbsp;lips hard enough that it was swollen even now. Firstly rob has&amp;nbsp;no muscles. Then theres something weird with his nipples (it sounds obsene) and he had chest hair. He&amp;nbsp;just look gross. That red robe he had on doesn't help either since it makes him look sissy and pregnant and gross, and&amp;nbsp;when Jane&amp;nbsp;uses illusion&amp;nbsp;on him,&amp;nbsp;he looks like&amp;nbsp;a retard. Wait, he looks retarded all along. It just make him&amp;nbsp;looks more retarded." I choke when he took out his shirt. ROBERT PATTINSON IS UGLY GROSS DISGUSTING EWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Edward Cullen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A psycho who goes into girls bedroom to watch them sleep. May or may not sparkle. &lt;em&gt;Eg: This guy is a total Edward Cullen!Crept into my room again last night!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Jacob Black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy from the twilight series by Stephany Meyer who took bella in and unzombified her while that asshole edward was away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jacob black: oh so il just stop by your crypt after school &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ed and bella: ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;^^above is the definition of edward cullen and jacob black on urban dictionary. Pretty sumarise up the whole new moon movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The theatre sound was booming. Especially the part when there's werewolves, the sound was so loud that I had to cover my ears. Hello can you lower down the volume? People can all hear it very clearly, and if they can't, it's time to get hearing aids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Annie find the Voulturis cute. I find that all of them have big red eyes O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This person, Heidi I think, brought some tourists into the castle, remakring that they taste delicious, and moments after the tourist enter (including this very kelian little young boy), there were screamings, so i guess the Volturis eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I think Alice looks better than Rosaline, and I just realised Victoria has red hair, not blond. Jasper looks too stiff. And when Bella tried to see Edward (or the delusions of him) by trying out dangerous stunts, some of the illusions seems really fake. Ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sx5S66HRkcI/AAAAAAAABCw/BrlAhl7rZV8/s1600-h/DSC03826.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sx5S66HRkcI/AAAAAAAABCw/BrlAhl7rZV8/s320/DSC03826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the movie, Annie and I went to buy sushis from the basment. I manage to stuff all six sushis into the box provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Left: the delicious sushis :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the set of tables outside the jurong west library to eat. At first we sat on the hamlock(I think. Forgot what it's called) and was about to feast when some kids tried to climb on it, so we changes positions, and sat at a bench nearby, but it so happens that theres grass cutting process behind us, so the person told us to move again. This time we sat at the row of tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sx5S8q48E7I/AAAAAAAABC4/gyTbQlegvqo/s1600-h/DSC03827.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sx5S8q48E7I/AAAAAAAABC4/gyTbQlegvqo/s320/DSC03827.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes! thats my wonderful sushis on the left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unagi, crab, the red fish eggs thing, prawns, crab, egg.&lt;br /&gt;And you eat it with the soysauce, or what ever it's called, the salty nice sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even looking at the picture now makes me hungry, I wishing that I had bought more sushis just now. Mum's bringing me for sushi at restaurant this sunday :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH SALIVATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie borrowed a book (mega book of useless information) from the library and then we went back to JP again. Saw a lot of pretty cute stuff, a cranky weird pencilcase in the shape of a toothpaste in which the cap is a pencil sharpener, BIG BIG STICH PLUSHI (people buy me that for birthday!), doraemons XD, and some cards for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sx5S-xu9o1I/AAAAAAAABDA/eYgZV0irK-0/s1600-h/DSC03828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sx5S-xu9o1I/AAAAAAAABDA/eYgZV0irK-0/s320/DSC03828.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sx5TAFUJk1I/AAAAAAAABDI/DlvFUaD1ASo/s1600-h/DSC03829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sx5TAFUJk1I/AAAAAAAABDI/DlvFUaD1ASo/s320/DSC03829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sx5TBI7nJUI/AAAAAAAABDQ/iz1m1D0uqMA/s1600-h/DSC03830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sx5TBI7nJUI/AAAAAAAABDQ/iz1m1D0uqMA/s320/DSC03830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sx5TCmhVI2I/AAAAAAAABDY/GakbtEYWpXQ/s1600-h/DSC03831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sx5TCmhVI2I/AAAAAAAABDY/GakbtEYWpXQ/s320/DSC03831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We bought one of the cards, but the shopowner lady damn lagged keep walking away from the counter so we only manage to pay 10 minutes later, or maybe just five minutes of waiting. That shop also sell censored stuffs! Like this baby guy totally nude OMG. Since the shop is near MiniToons, annie and I went into minitoons, hoping to find annie a pouch for her handphone, but there's nothing there that she fancy. We got caught up with one of those cute massaging sticks at the entrance of the shop, and this very very very very cute handphone stand thing on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I saw a blue one at another shop, it was a doraemon handphone holder. Gonna get that next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sx5TD007esI/AAAAAAAABDg/G3pgdjV1L5E/s1600-h/DSC03832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sx5TD007esI/AAAAAAAABDg/G3pgdjV1L5E/s320/DSC03832.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WOOOOO!!! Me hitting annie with the cute green turtle massaging stick. Annie's bum, however, got stuck in the mini chair she was sitting on and I helped her got out of it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Annie bought coffee at starbucks and we walk around while she drinks it. After scribbling some words onto the card we bought with annie's red zig marker, I send annie to the MRT station and went home by bus myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Then at night, while using computer just now, brother spilled his herbal tea all over the computer table, and some liquid drip down onto the mass of wires below the table, wetting the plugs and causing the whole house to plunge into darkness because there's a short circuit and therefore electricity cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Just over a cup of spilled herbal tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;After the whole matter was fixed, meanwhile I was fuming, (i have two computers at home so) mum got me to use the newer one, with the wireless keyboard and over-sensitive wireless mouse, because she needs the older computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Played the sherlock holmes game with Annie and sucessfully solved two cases, I got the unlucky job of questioning the suspect, which got me pissed off and annoyed, especially when this old nun kept telling me that her nuns are pure and 100% devoted when evidence are pointing at her nun having an affair with a volunteer. Preaching me somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Feeling sleepy for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-3260420291523091979?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/3260420291523091979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3260420291523091979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3260420291523091979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-moon.html' title='[new moon]'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sx5SsaW1juI/AAAAAAAABCY/cfqlErSWYIY/s72-c/DSC03816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-4346045056425411096</id><published>2009-12-06T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[@juronglakepark]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another art outing at jurong lake park today in the morning. Art teacher spent one hour just telling us things like how important it is to know how to queue up according to height and not to have a queue too long; repeated stories of sergeant finding rubbish on the ground and asking who threw it there during his army days; how to find the toilet, eg, walk to the end of the road and you see the main gate to chinese garden, there's a camera in the toilet so remember to flush; where to go when it rains, the community hall housing over 100 people; introducing the art leaders (how come don't have any from rgs??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My legs were tired from all the standing so I was glad when he finally brought us around to see what sort of sceneries to draw, there's one with a big tree (and a lot of branches) at one side of the lake and two pagondas but me and biying decided on another spot instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxvEiHqFZSI/AAAAAAAABBs/V7qeipAc_sc/s400/DSC03810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ignore the old man and the ugly white construction wall that cover up the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I tried to be extremely meticulous today and took great efforts to get the two joggers and the shelters and community hall right. I am nearly done with my drawing when it starts drizzling. I was convinced that the drizzle will stop so I told biying there's no need to take shelter. The drizzle unfortunately didn't stop and my paper is getting wet so we moved to under the white shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After what seems like ages, teacher picking on how little branches the trees I drew had while those in the park is full of tree branches, so I tried to add more but it looks unnatural. Got Biying to help :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I tried to be extremely careful again and colour everything in detail (I kind of give up when it comes to painting the trees though). While painting Biying and I discuss about how the story (that we are writing) is going to be, and I was keen on making Ryo (one of the twin, the one who had retrocognition, or else better known as ability to see into the past)&amp;nbsp;die because I do not like that character, though I was the one who created it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At first when I paint the guy I drew, the beige paint I applied was a little too dark and he ended looking like a really tanned person or a malay, as my other friend thought. Not being racist, but I do rather have chinese in my painting so I recolour him. And Biying was way ahead of me :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The roofs of the community hall that I paint appeared colourful because I used a few shades of brown, and then there's the ugly lamp that looks fat on top and thin below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At this point of time I felt tempted to call Fishy, ask her to come down and watch me paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After 2&amp;nbsp;hours of painting I finally finish it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxvHWr49GVI/AAAAAAAABB0/zMkPnSsPwrE/s200/jurong+lake+park.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;painting at the left; &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The girl's pants was supposed to be white at first, but the teacher said it's not obvious enough and told me to paint it yellow, which I tried and failed, because my yellow paint is contaminated with some green paint earlier on when I tried to mixed different shades of green, so when I paint it on the girl, her pants blend in with the grass, which looks really freaky. Thus I paint it red with black lines abeit now it seems to blend in with the pink shirt, but at least it doesn't looks freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This scenery is slightly altered from the earlier photo taken. Move some trees around so that it looks better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I just have to go for one more lesson next week then no more lessons lao :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Afternoon went by as normal. Saw sis and bro playing this game so I tried it out too. Basically your task is to draw the same picture that was shown by memory. Red pins were given to help you remember the shapes and the more carefully you draw the better scored you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gamesgames.com/game/Sketch.html" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxvKXygnliI/AAAAAAAABB8/IobL8TpW0uc/s320/sketch.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Not bad for first try! 80% accuracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;second try: 87.52%&amp;nbsp; (draw letter B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;third try: 92.7%&amp;nbsp; (draw letter C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;fourth try: 82.78%&amp;nbsp; (draw letter D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;fifth try: 95.46%&amp;nbsp; (draw letter E)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;sixth try: &lt;strong&gt;98.63%&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt; (draw letter F)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The letters in the games looks cute! But letter B looks pregnant and letter F looks like it has long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Before dinner, my stingy mum suddenly become kind (have yet to figure out the reason) and brought me to NTUC especially just to get some snacks. I got twister, chips, white chocolate and ricola blackcurrent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The soup for tonight's dinner is too bland so I mixed the rice together with it. Mum made some unagi fish :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Been using computer till now. Fishy didn't went online! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And I need not go back to school for CCA tomorrow because they are going somewhere really far... Pasir Ris! I'm only going there to play in escape theme park. Fishy and I are not going, instead I am going over to Fishy's house and maybe watch 蜡笔小新 together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The bug outside flying in the living room is creeping me out. It just landed on my packet of blackcurrent ricola and I don't dare to eat it now. Getting maid to kill it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flu update!&lt;/strong&gt; Block nose turn into runny nose.&lt;/em&gt; Biying kept going who knows about your block nose (rhymes?) as I sneeze into her tissue. I nearly use up her whole tissue pack in the morning. At least it was better than the last time my runny nose got this bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;My voice is finally starting to sound like me again. Biying suspect that I've got H1N1 (I don't know its symptoms but she told me it was similar, erm, runny noses, sore throat and cough) because she got it from her dad and when I went over to her house she was still ill. Well she don't look ill to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Heck care if it's H1N1 or what. Doesn't matter. I will still get better in the end. H1N1 is just like normal influenza. Except more contagious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-4346045056425411096?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/4346045056425411096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/juronglakepark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/4346045056425411096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/4346045056425411096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/juronglakepark.html' title='[@juronglakepark]'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxvEiHqFZSI/AAAAAAAABBs/V7qeipAc_sc/s72-c/DSC03810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-1503300430180555128</id><published>2009-12-05T23:40:00.112+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[20percent]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had art outing at Mount Faber early in the morning today. Because I went to bed late the night before, I could barely&amp;nbsp;open my eyes when mum try to wake me up at 7.30am, since the I have to reach the meeting place before 8.00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Halfway to the meeting place I realised that I forgot to bring the ten bucks mum gave me the other night to pay for the bus fares to Mt Faber (art teacher booked a bus to bring us there). Mum only had four dollars with her so together with $2.50 leftover allowance from last week and fifty cents from my sister I manage to pay the fares (so that the teacher won't give me glares since I am damn ai mian zi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We reach the drawing venue at 8.30am and after the art teacher brought us&amp;nbsp;around to see the different sceneries we can draw, I found a seat under the shelter and start drawing. Since it was really easy, I finish my sketch faster than usual and start applying water colour paint on it. Halfway through the painting, at about 11am, (i was left with painting the bushes and shadows, so you can say the drawing is near completion), it started pouring. And the rain even went into the shelter, so my painting was wet and I had no mood to continue anymore since no 1, it was raining, and no 2, everyone else is in the shelter to prevent getting drenched. I kept my painting and wait for the bus to arrive so that I can go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxuhtV34MII/AAAAAAAABAs/WkbRLqOZqDE/s320/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;What my paiting would have look like ^^ this is the part of mount faber I'm drawing. Cable cars (at the background) are in blue 'cause i like blue! There is a couple in black outline. Yeah so basically the painting composed of trees, bushes, the light brown shelter and one couple holding hands (art teacher say mt faber is romantic -no it wasn't in my opinion- and got the secondary school pupils to draw couples).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I reach home just in time for lunch, and it's porridge with fish this time. GRRR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxuifUth9zI/AAAAAAAABA0/TsPLWQo5InE/s200/pacxon1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lunch I played pac-xon again, getting into level 11 this time, but couldn't pass it. Note: there is I think 3 or 2 blue ghost (I hate the blue ghosts), two of the fat red uncute ones that destroy the blue tiles I tried to make, and the three dumbass pink ghosts. I finish 78 % of it and was nearly passing the level when the blue ghost ate me up (that's why i hate it). Since I have zero life left I have to restart the level, but it's time for me to go Ion Orchard with mum. Don't be mistaken, we are going there to buy books at prologue for me, not shop for clothes. AND LUCKY LUCKY LUCKY SIS AND BRO NOT GOING! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;On the way to orchard, it was pouring heavily once again and my mum could barely see where she was driving because even with the help of windscreen wiper. Visibility was low, so mum&amp;nbsp;was driving really slowly while I entertained myself with the pit-pat sound of raindrops hitting the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;After my mum parked her car at lucky plaza, we walk to Ion Orchard just opposite the road. She was amazed at how I seem to know my way around the place and so I told her that she's just bad at telling directions. Mum defended herself, claiming that she rarely comes to orchard, other than bringing me and sis and bro there during chrismas. "Yes mum. You brought us to orchard on the 25th of December, make us take photos with the annual christmas decorations and go home. If you were in a good mood then we go home eating ice-cream -.-" Mum burst out laughing for god-knows-why. I don't get adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;At {prologue}, I couldn't find 'The Interpretation of Murder' at it's usual place so I went to the counter for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Sorry, I am looking for this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady at Counter&lt;/strong&gt;: What's the title of the book you are looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Um... The Interpretation of Murder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LaC&lt;/strong&gt;: Sorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Um... I am looking for The Interpretation of Murder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LaC&lt;/strong&gt;: Of mother? The interpretation of mother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: -what??? I am not looking for those old-fashion philosophical book on filial piety!- Erm, no, I mean murder-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LaC&lt;/strong&gt; called another lady, let's call her LaC2-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LaC2&lt;/strong&gt;: Sorry, what is that book again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: the interpretaion of murder. -annoyed-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LaC2&lt;/strong&gt;: Mother??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: No no no, it's M-U-R-D-E-R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LaC2&lt;/strong&gt;: OH! Murder (pronouncing something that sounds like moulder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Gosh. I know that my voice probably sounds weird due to my cold so i pronouce weirdly too, but was it that bad? And what's with murder sounding like moulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The ladies called this man to help me find the book, and he end up digging up the entire fiction section. Then I realised they just placed the book one shelf below the original position-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sxupc1Zk75I/AAAAAAAABA8/x8ZzR_xXRzk/s200/DSC03778.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proceeding on, I took 4 other books. At first, one of the book, Angels and Demons by Dan Brown, had this ugly green sticker on the cover saying 3 for 2 (three books for the price of two) and I find it near impossible to take away the sticker without damaging the nice cover so I tried to find one without the sticker. It took me 20 minutes but my efforts paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why they paste that ugly sticker. Firstly it damages the cover. And readers like me would not want to buy the book (because I hate ugly covers and I don't like damaged ones too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[left: book with the ugly green sticker]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I paid about 70 bucks (due to popular's 20% discount voucher I pay 18 bucks less) for this books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxusKDcAZ-I/AAAAAAAABBE/bcVyGeb58Jw/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: The Interpretation of Murder by Jed Rubenfeld, Angels and Demons by Dan Brown, Maps of Bones by James Rollins, DeceptionPoint and DigitalFortress by Dan Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My collection of Dan Brown thrillers is finally completed. Actually out of the five books I read four of them before, during last years PSLE period when mum completely banned me from computer. Since I didn't want to revise (primary school syllables are easy) I borrowed some thrillers from friends and read them, under the file, pretending to be revising. So basically I read under the risk of being discovered by mum who will then confiscate the books and the pressure to return the books in one week (as I promise my friend). Therefore not good, cannot enjoy the story. I am going to reread the books!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sxutbhjjl3I/AAAAAAAABBM/xTITYduqaCY/s200/DSC03776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While searching for the books, I came across this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Know who's that on the right? Those who watch Twilight (either as hard-core fans or reads the book and dislike it and just want to mock the movie, like me) would surely know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the disgusting ROBERT PATTINSON who acted as the handsome Edward. I got no idea why out of all the hotter actors (though I do not find actors hot apparently there are people who does) the producer chose him. WTH?? Just the face makes me puke. Like what's with his hair? Gross. And the pervertic look in the eyes? Gross. And he clearly didnt shave, or did but not properly. Gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EW EW EW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are girls who find him hot -.- Must be too crazy over Edward that they 爱屋及乌. Poor things. No taste. And there is a book with unglam photos of him which is suppose to be bought by Pattinson fans to stare at and salivate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More EWs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find my mum so the best guess is that she is choosing assessment books for my sis (poor sis D: ) at the 'supplementary' section. While making my way there, I passed the chinese section and found a chinese version of the twilght saga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxuwCkUeOCI/AAAAAAAABBU/c7Wd95DNkSg/s400/twilight.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: Twilight, Eclipse, New Moon, Breaking Dawn. BUT THEY HAD THE ORDER WRONG! It's New Moon before Eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to buy this book (which I saw when I went off) but decide against it since I ran out of money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxuwxMxZrNI/AAAAAAAABBc/QoWIt8qAahg/s1600-h/DSC03793.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxuwxMxZrNI/AAAAAAAABBc/QoWIt8qAahg/s200/DSC03793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I couldn't remember what the blurb says but I think it was about a psycho guy who kill people and make them into mummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That psycho sort of collects dead people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cover looks kind of disturbing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the story seems interesting. Maybe I get it next time, that is if I had enough money, and space in my shelves, because I think I am running out of space to put all my books. Got to get a new shelf soon, but then I won't have space in the bedroom to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went Takashimaya for dinner. There's a dummy at the shop that reminds me of&amp;nbsp;the other mother in 'Coraline'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sxu3HyOD7xI/AAAAAAAABBk/J2iJHjBGyc4/s1600-h/coraline.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sxu3HyOD7xI/AAAAAAAABBk/J2iJHjBGyc4/s320/coraline.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the similarities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night after dinner I spend 3 hours writing three chapters for biying's story. At first I had writer's block and got no idea what to write, so I went kitchen to get some snacks, and then I suddenly had inspiration, so after one chapter I felt tempted to write more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shut down the computer at 1 o'clock plus&amp;nbsp;because there is art again in the morning tomorrow and I have to wake up early. However before sleeping I got maid to cook maggi mee for me (hungry! ._. ) I really got to learn how to cook it myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When walking back to the kitchen to put the bowl in the basin, I saw a&amp;nbsp;patch of the living room tile covered completely by tons of black ants crawling all over, there is this big flying light brown bug with white spots in the air and two cockroaches dating in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left as soon as I dump the bowl and dashed back into my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flu update!&lt;/strong&gt; I can finally talk, have some voice, but there's blocknose that appear overnight so I sound funny when I talk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thank god when I talk to Fishy she said I don't sound 'gentle' anymore, because apparently when I talk to her on the phone yesterday I was trying hard to make some voice come out of my mouth so it ends up sounding girlish and 'gentle' according to Fishy, and she likes it very much -_- BUT NO I hate that voice. Want&amp;nbsp;my normal one back. Guess Fishy is dissapointed when I don't sound as 'gentle' today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-1503300430180555128?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/1503300430180555128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/20percent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/1503300430180555128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/1503300430180555128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/20percent.html' title='[20percent]'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxuhtV34MII/AAAAAAAABAs/WkbRLqOZqDE/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-1353524149519073116</id><published>2009-12-04T17:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random #13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;number thirteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;unlucky number. I lose my voice because of the sorethroat and couldn't speak now. There is literally no voice coming out of my mouth and I have to try really hard to have some sound when Charmaine call me. That's why I am so glad that sister went over to her friend's house and my brother isn't annoying me. I won't have to shout at them to keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up and have been playing computer since morning. At first I played&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Draw&amp;nbsp;My Thing&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;at OMGPOP and we both got equal points, so at the last round, Fishy play cheat and end the game early so that she could have more points than me and get the gold medal. We then played LetterBlox and I won all the rounds (ain't I awesome??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxjBP5MKJgI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Y_Fw67RWyHU/s1600-h/maggi+mee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxjBP5MKJgI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Y_Fw67RWyHU/s200/maggi+mee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For lunch I ate maggi mee while Fishy enjoys her chicken rice and coke. But oh well she have to wash her own dishes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I did the OC profiles for Biying's story at the website we are setting up. I finished with Keiko's profile long ago so I made some minor changes to both Keiko's and Shou's profiles while Biying start on Hazake. Then I wrote the first chapter of book one of the story, about how Keiko end up in Tokyo with the other five OCs. Well that&amp;nbsp;chapter was badly written because I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN A STORY BEFORE. But it was my first try&amp;nbsp;anyway.&amp;nbsp;I will aimed to include more flowery phrases in future chapters. Now thinking of what to write for Ryo's point of view. And wondering when Biying would finish drawing the manga part of the first chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Biying added on her author's profile. We briefly talk about Keiko and gang's enemy. And I got a brilliant idea for it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went on to play more games:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxjUbKm7J2I/AAAAAAAAA_0/jeOvvbJiToI/s1600-h/pacxon.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxjUbKm7J2I/AAAAAAAAA_0/jeOvvbJiToI/s320/pacxon.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I reached level 9 of Pac-xon only to be eaten by that red monster. After several attempts, I gave up trying to make pass the level. But in the latest attempt two of the orange monster died :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It's frustrating watching my younger siblings play pac-xon because they are too scaredy cat to move the little yellow thing in case they got eaten up by the monster and took 15 minutes just to complete one level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;There was this nail decoration game on Y3.com that fishy sent me and I tried mixing a black nail polish but ended up with a brown shitty colour. There's this blue thing between the toes so the toes looks disfigured. Fishy said it was to keep the toes apart so that painting it would be easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxpF1n_c9aI/AAAAAAAABAM/sSTXvogVX0E/s1600-h/nails.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxpF1n_c9aI/AAAAAAAABAM/sSTXvogVX0E/s320/nails.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Above^^ : the disfigured toes and my shitty&amp;nbsp;nail polish colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;My voice is still missing. I can't speak. Well, I can actually, but it takes more effort than usual, and the voice don't sound like me. It was squeaky high, and kind of like I just ate sandpaper (?). Which is why I can't shout at my sister and brother (my sister now return from her lessons already) for being noisy. And also why when I talk to Charmaine on the phone she thought I was crying -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It was raining a while ago. I thought the room temperature would go down but now it's still as stuffy hot as ever. And I think the house just ran out of ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I slept late again yesterday. At 5am (sigh...) and woke up at 6.30am. I did sleep a bit before 5am but I keep waking up. I have art lessons again tomorrow and it's early in the morning.&amp;nbsp;So I need more sleep if not I end up snoring in the middle of the lesson. Hoping that Biying is going too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Afterwards mum is bringing me to buy books :D One more things off my list! I better start mugging jap tomorrow. If my sore throat and headache gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Great. I just passed up my chance of going to USA for three weeks and have fun. Mum said it's snowing there. I have never seen snow before. Unless snow city counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-1353524149519073116?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/1353524149519073116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/1353524149519073116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/1353524149519073116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-13.html' title='random #13'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxjBP5MKJgI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Y_Fw67RWyHU/s72-c/maggi+mee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-4155794099422653393</id><published>2009-12-03T21:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[baking @ chardolph's house]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chardolph = Charmaine plus Rudolph (her nickname) btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to charmaine's terrace house yesterday to bake :) In order for me to wake up early and on time, since I slept really late recently and woke up as late, I set alarm at 8.30am and but woke up one hour than the alarm. Too excited I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before I set off to Charmaine's house at 9.40am, I decided to use the computer for a while and ended up setting up much later because I got, once again, too engross in this article I was reading. I took MRT and well, there is no seats becasue it was too crowded. My legs were aching from the 20 minuted walk to the MRT (I don't exercise much). Until I reach the MRT interchange when more than half the people in the carriage went out and I spotted some vacant seats (ahh... finally have somewhere to sit). But my joy was short-lived because a pregnant lady was standing right in front of me and I feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a 40minutes I reached Orchard and went out of the station to buy takoyaki for brunch (since I forgot to grab some breakfast before setting off). This fat guy and thin guy queued up in front of me. The fat guy ordered 66 takoyakis (3 sets of 10pieces and 3 sets of 6pieces). The thin guys ordered 6 pieces in total only. I find it really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;By the time I reach the MRT station where I was supposed to meet Charmaine, I was famished and about to die of thirst. I walked out of the station and bump into Charmaine, which give me a fright. We took bus to her house and along the way talk about why I never read my sister bedtime story because, number1, my sister did asked me before but I ended up freaking her out with all the horror stories and since then she never dare to ask me again, and number2, I was too lazy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Charmaine played a trick on me D: She said, half way on the bus, that it was the wrong one. We talk about ghost and stuffs (how we accidentally freaked people out at night, mainly our younger siblings).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got down at the bus stop and Charmaine bought me a drink (as my BELATED BELATED birthday present) since I was complaining about how I havn't drank a single drop of water since morning. Unless you count swallowing saliva? We slowly walked back to her house because Charmaine sprained her ankle (the first time ever for her). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since she live in terrace, there is a gate which can only be open by a special key or this button on the inside of the house. Meaning you press the button and gate open. SO DAMN COOL. The interior of her house is as cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxdduQ5ZLjI/AAAAAAAAA9s/-C5bKSG9tR4/s1600/DSCF2890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxdduQ5ZLjI/AAAAAAAAA9s/-C5bKSG9tR4/s320/DSCF2890.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ate my brunch while listening to Charmaine's brother (let's call him RL since I can't figure out how to pronounce or spell his name) talk about his spoon inventions. So basically he made a hole in two plastic spoon, one had a tissue stick to it underneath the spoon while the other as a straw poke through it. The on with the tissue acts as a filter, like when he is drinking soup, he could use the spoon and filter out the ingredients, since the soup, according to him, will seep through the tissue and back into the bowl, but no thanks I have soup with a normal spoon. I got no idea what is the other spoon use for. (Note: He has yet to try out his invention)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Other inventions includes pasting his book on the wall, a pocket made of paper paste on his door so that others could drop his messages, and a robot. (I talk about my weird inventions when I was young.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[picture: RL with her paper bag?? he made for his friend.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is a cute picture of Charmaine on the dining table :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After I finish eating Charmaine let me tour her four storey house. Well, we only went up to the third floor because it was raining and the fourth floor is not covered up, and because charmaine is anxious to start baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxdcZhetgxI/AAAAAAAAA9k/XBh13rsY3OU/s1600/DSCF2895.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxdcZhetgxI/AAAAAAAAA9k/XBh13rsY3OU/s320/DSCF2895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;BUT WHATEVER HER HOUSE IS ULTRA COOL. I like her room, there is a balcony and the best thing is that she has the whole room to herself, unlike me -.- have to share with my sister, and obviously my sister have less things than me, considering that she don't even read books, so her side of the room is neater too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[picture top: staircase that leads the first floor to the second; picture right: ingredients and equiments, with exception of my coke bottle]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxdeAZoTtWI/AAAAAAAAA98/BmSCViVpUUw/s1600/DSCF2910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxdeAZoTtWI/AAAAAAAAA98/BmSCViVpUUw/s200/DSCF2910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Okay move on to the baking process. I try to remember the recipe. So first we pour/measure 3&amp;nbsp;1/4 cups of flour, 1 2/3 of sugar, 1 teaspoon of salt and 3 teaspoons of baking powder into the mixing bowl. Stir and mix it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Then add in one teaspoon vanilla essence, two eggs, milk (i forgot how many cups), half a cup of butter and beat it with an electronic egg beater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxdeG5Qov9I/AAAAAAAAA-E/QGLWxAFNB6Y/s1600/DSCF2911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxdeG5Qov9I/AAAAAAAAA-E/QGLWxAFNB6Y/s200/DSCF2911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's where things started going suay. So what happen was Charmaine was trying to fit the two egg beaters into the machine, but she kind of failed. I took over and notice a slot there and explain to Charmaine that she had to fit it into the slot (something she had never realised). Then Charmaine tried connecting the egg beater wire to the fuse while I fixed the mixing bowl onto the machine. My hand was on the egg beater when Charmaine switch it on so YES. I injured my hand cos the egg beater machine started beating my fingers. But thank god I pulled my fingers out in time and scream a bit (shocked mah), so Charmaine switch it off and gave me a plaster. But one of&amp;nbsp;the egg beaters spoilt. okay&amp;nbsp;my first first first time ever to Charmaine's house and I already left a ''excellent'' impression of myself (more like horribly terribly clumsy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The cupcakes turned out to be quite successful :D&amp;nbsp; Didn't get food poisoning as I have initially thought. &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[picture top: recipe]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sxdd6Iizn1I/AAAAAAAAA90/H3mmpifEu3I/s320/DSCF2906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Step one: the flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxdeNPPxC0I/AAAAAAAAA-M/RyOPGYrPh50/s320/DSCF2914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine mixing the ingredients from the first step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxdenXsFNZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/BEfoq1h8Ca8/s320/DSCF2924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken egg shells (broke by me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxdeTia6bpI/AAAAAAAAA-U/LzEpsYG_yTE/s320/DSCF2917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egg beater (And I have now a fear of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxdeZ88eR1I/AAAAAAAAA-c/jYzCmbYuHxE/s320/DSCF2921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final mixture :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sxdeg0qTd5I/AAAAAAAAA-k/cZhQIWyU4YU/s320/DSCF2922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six paper cups lined up nicely, waiting for us to put in onto the tray and fill it with the mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxdgQj6sMoI/AAAAAAAAA-0/kpjqv4KV0wk/s320/DSCF2926.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine scooping up the mixture and putting them into the paper cups. Since this was my first time making cupcakes I at first pour the mixture into the tray without the paper cup supporting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxdgXN3_JwI/AAAAAAAAA-8/EVdG2qNuOZI/s320/DSCF2929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half to two thirds of the cup filled with the mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxdgqUlDfcI/AAAAAAAAA_U/atv7RYNqNkM/s320/DSCF2933.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINAL PRODUCT :D&lt;br /&gt;The cupcakes looks huge and the paper was burnt because Charmaine's brother bake it for 40 minutes even though it was stated on the recipe that 20 to 25 minutes is enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and RL made some icings for the cupcake using food colouring, icing sugar and hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sxdgj89PlGI/AAAAAAAAA_M/oAyMZOjOIoo/s320/DSCF2931.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RL pour too much icing on his cupcake that it overflow. (green apple because RL loves green? and i like this shade of green)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxdgdDsgX7I/AAAAAAAAA_E/KrQ1pqgjzrI/s320/DSCF2930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine: I took a bite off one of it. I made blue icing. I wanted baby blue but add in too much colouring so it turns an ugly shade of dark blue. The food colouring created a blue patch on my hand and mouth (mouth wasnt that obvious) and the stain refused to budge even under the pressure of soap and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it only stains food? Unless well, the colouring considered humans as food too (you know, since we humans are food for cannibals -okay although they are humans too-. weird logic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxdgxQtLvPI/AAAAAAAAA_c/BvGzZ8wWDfs/s320/DSCF2936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After baking me and charmaine and RL enjoy our cupcake while watching The Incredibles on RL's small white television set in his room. Jack-jack is cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the movie end, me and charmaine took bus back to MRT station and spent 20 minutes at the shopping mall right outside it. On the way I tell her about what I read about&amp;nbsp;zero point energy (as mentioned in&amp;nbsp;Incredibles when Syndrome froze the incredibles family), I read about it in&amp;nbsp;BLACK ORDER.&amp;nbsp;Charmaine bought chocolate sundae at Macdonalds. Since I don't have much cash with me, I ask for a cup of water at the counter (thirsty as usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After eating and complaining about how unfair the world is, I went home. And slept throughout my whole way home because I was simply too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess that results in me not being able to sleep later in the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This got to be one of my longest post ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-4155794099422653393?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/4155794099422653393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/baking-chardolphs-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/4155794099422653393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/4155794099422653393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/baking-chardolphs-house.html' title='[baking @ chardolph&apos;s house]'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxdduQ5ZLjI/AAAAAAAAA9s/-C5bKSG9tR4/s72-c/DSCF2890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-8938248133758832078</id><published>2009-12-03T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random #12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had trouble falling asleep as usual... So yesterday I pour myself some yoghurt drink and snack on dry seaweeds, while reading fishy's 'Wishful Thinking' book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally fall asleep after 3 hours, and&amp;nbsp;had a really weird dream about grace (no offence):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was at school and the class is have Physical Education lesson. I fell down (or was it tummyache?) so anyway I got injured in some way or another and Grace actually volunteered to bring me up to the classroom to rest. Another girl (um... nicole i think) also came along. I got no idea why people are having PE lessons in pinafores. So while walking up to the classroom (through this weird spiralling staircase which looks nothing like the one in school, the real school i mean) I suddenly noticed that Grace looks different. She seems fatter, her face is super chubby and round, and she tied two ponytails high up on her head. And she wore a baby blue hairband on her head. Moving to dress, she wore a babyblue pinafore with a zip pocket across the stomach and has her hand in the two hidden side pockets. One of her hand pull out a babyblue (i got really no idea why everything is in baby blue) teddy bear and squeeze it while sucking her thumb. I was shocked so obviously i asked her: "GRACE is that you??" and she reply in the voice - a mix between her normal voice and a baby's - "Yes I am Grace and I want something to eat WAAAA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Erm so I rush down to the canteen and start making pancakes with Fishy. And by the way the canteen suddenly resembles the hawker center near my house. Huien's Aunt (NO IDEA WHY SHE SUDDENLY APPEAR TOO)&amp;nbsp;got a flour sieve and told us to sieve the flour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Then i woke up. And remembered the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxceRIzz99I/AAAAAAAAA9c/JthnPtjkq9k/s320/toothpaste_tube.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I read somewhere that toothpaste are good for bringing zits down so I squeeze a huge amount of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On my face last night since I couldn't sleep but the minty cool feeling was to strong that I washed away the toothpaste immediately because it is making my eyes hard to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a waste of toothpaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I could have brush my teeth two times with that amount. I'm bad at squeezing stuffs from tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I couldn't find the USB for my camera D:D:D:D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Biying showed me this website with a long list of &lt;a href="http://www.phobialist.com/"&gt;phobias&lt;/a&gt; and there are a few funny ones. Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia (OMG how do you even pronounce this?)&amp;nbsp;is the fear of the number 666. Lols. Biying and me are basing our story characters (there are six protagonists) on the number 666, which is number of the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia (again, how&amp;nbsp;do you pronouce this???)&amp;nbsp;is the fear of long words. So ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;patient&lt;/strong&gt;: I have a problem. I don't like long words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doctor&lt;/strong&gt;: Elaborate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;patient&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp;Everytime when I&amp;nbsp;hear or see&amp;nbsp;long words&amp;nbsp;I get very frighten and work up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;docter&lt;/strong&gt;: oh so you have Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia (fear of long words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;patient&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; -vomit foam and drop to floor and die-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have ailurophobia, the fear of cats, due to a childhood incident when&amp;nbsp;I was five (yes i poke a cat which got angry and chase me around the whole HDB and ever since I get super scared of cats). &lt;br /&gt;I think this is funny: &lt;em&gt;Automatonophobia- Fear of ventriloquist's dummies, animatronic creatures, wax statues - anything that falsly represents a sentient being &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; Caligynephobia- Fear of beautiful women.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess people with cainophobia or cainotophobia (fear of newness, novelty) come up with the second hand shop idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cibophobia- Fear of food. (HOW DO YOU EAT??? STARVE TO DEATH??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urophobia- Fear of urine or urinating. (erm, won't the bladder explode?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-8938248133758832078?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/8938248133758832078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/8938248133758832078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/8938248133758832078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-12.html' title='random #12'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxceRIzz99I/AAAAAAAAA9c/JthnPtjkq9k/s72-c/toothpaste_tube.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-4814525038884850106</id><published>2009-12-02T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[fishy's back!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Look at title, SQEALLLLL (not sure if that's the correct spelling but who cares).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay she didnt tell me she came back (hmmph) but let's hope she bought a nice nice souvenoir (soundy greedy) for her&amp;nbsp;goodgoodgood friend here to make up for her one week absence Can't believe she is in china eating delicacies while I am trapped here with two annoying siblings and nothing of much interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxZx-TPlpbI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Yfxo7avcvcI/s1600/beijing+roast+duck.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxZx-TPlpbI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Yfxo7avcvcI/s320/beijing+roast+duck.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I guess Fishy didnt went to Beijing but i missed the 北京烤鸭 there. The first and only time I ever eat it was during the P5 China Immursion Trip. The duck is kind of oily (hate hate hate food with over-excess oil) but TASTE DAMN DAMN DAMN NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Here's how to eat it: cut pieces of meat with the crsipy yummy skin attach (the restaurant will probably do this for you so don't fret if you don't know how to handle a knife), spread them on a 薄饼 and pour some nice sauce on it, roll&amp;nbsp;the 薄饼 (with duck in it)&amp;nbsp;up and FEAST TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait I am digesting. I don't think I can go out much, so probably confined to going to bookshops or Fishy's house. So when I go to Fishy's house (super shiok because her grandma and brother is not at home, so its just the two of us), I am going to show her some videos I watch during the on week which she would definitely be interested in, providing that her love for MJ did not fade. And among that some other equally interesting and hilarious videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, this is not the first time I got so engrossed in something (in this case, writing my profile page for Biying's story on the webhoster I stumble across) that I forgot to eat or become totally oblivious to the surrounding, but I think I just&amp;nbsp;ruin the rare chance of eating cold dessert. My mum bought me ice-kacang (she out of a sudden ask me if I would like some dessert and I SHOULD HAVE CHOSEN HOT DESSERT OVER COLD ONES but...), and after eating a mouthful from it, I went back to writing the profiles page and forgot all about the dessert, even though it is literally right under my nose. So yes, after a long 30 to 40 minutes, I finally remember that HEY I HAVE TO FINISH MY DESSERT and look down, and saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxZ1ezMvAsI/AAAAAAAAA84/wsFy8lTvL0E/s320/melt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Except that number1, the ice-kacang, or rather, water kacang was in the ugly transparent plastic packed box; number2, mine was way more watery than this because it is literally water, with disgustingly sweet food colouring that are unhealthy for the body and do not taste nice; number3, mine has less jelly than the one shown in the pictue, and more corns; and finally number4, the picture above is apparently melted chendol because I couldn't bother taking a picture of it but can't&amp;nbsp;find a single picture on internet that shows a melted ice-kacang. I guess people normally don't leave their desserts to melt and take a photo of it afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking at the state of my originally icy dessert I decided against drinking the remaining syrup+melted ice. But throwing&amp;nbsp;away the&amp;nbsp;whole bowl after eating only one mouthful is too wasteful and makes me feel bad, so i decide that I must at least eat the stuffs they put at the bottom of the dessert (jelly, corns, logan??, etc.). Somehow there is way too many corns for me to pick out and too little jelly, and it's hard to see through the syrup water and try to take out only the jelly. By the way I hate corns, those cook at home are still okay, but I kind of dislike those people sell outside, where they put cook corns in a cup and mixed magarine or butter or some other weird stuffs. It just taste funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I love those popcorns they sell at cinemas and at funfairs though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxZ6D-Q52JI/AAAAAAAAA9I/xGMh5Dwa7Lo/s400/corn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;SPOT THE DIFFERENCE: (incase there are any retards here that have problems differentiating the two types of corns, mainly the pop ones and the un-pop ones, and require clarifications, the left one shows the NICE NICE popcorns, while the right one shows the WEIRD TASTING cooked ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course the cooked corns still looks tempting. And if the aunties and uncle don't act magarine or butter or whatever in it I would still love eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxZ7mUNXYtI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/fnxWcUd9CJs/s1600/white+chocolate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxZ7mUNXYtI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/fnxWcUd9CJs/s320/white+chocolate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All this talk about food is making me really hungry... Let me snack on some white chocolates and try to fall asleep (still having trouble sleeping. Chocolate often helps me). And maybe cook some hotdog sausage and read a book or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(right: MY YUMMY WHITE CHOCOLATE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Just a brief note, I went to Charmaine'e house today and we bake angel cakes, or cupcakes (the more common name). I came home with a full belly and an injured finger. And perhaps a new phobia, or an equivalent of that. It's late now and I didn't bother uploading the photos I took so posting about the trip tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-4814525038884850106?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/4814525038884850106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/fishys-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/4814525038884850106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/4814525038884850106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/fishys-back.html' title='[fishy&apos;s back!]'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SxZx-TPlpbI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Yfxo7avcvcI/s72-c/beijing+roast+duck.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-2566015485017301888</id><published>2009-12-01T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[cancelled] fishy's still in china #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay I am supposed to be at escape theme park, or on the way there now, but somethings happen last minute yesterday, charmaine isn't allowed to go, so the whole trip is postpone to god-know-when and probably cancelled, or move to next year, since it's quite impossible to hold it next week or next next week, and afterwards everyone else isn't free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can imagine the fun we will be having if we actually go today. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just finish posting up the class gathering post and I am really begging for those people to reply (people who are enthu about gathering but refuse to reply).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Holiday is getting boring. Browsing blogshops. And watching random videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went down to buy some snacks just now. I realised that I ran out of money. Ask more allowance from mum later at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright finally give up searching for something interesting. This is an useless post on nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-2566015485017301888?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/2566015485017301888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/cancelled-fishys-still-in-china-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2566015485017301888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2566015485017301888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/12/cancelled-fishys-still-in-china-6.html' title='[cancelled] fishy&apos;s still in china #6'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-2777831594967301420</id><published>2009-11-30T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random #11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9.20am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gah. sick for two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All the runny nose and coughing are getting on my nerves. Reminds me of that paiseh incident back in (was is p5? p6?) rulang when I have runny nose and keep blowing into the tissue then walking to the bin so often to throw the tissues that teacher decided to put the bin right next to me -.- and i felt nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I WANT A LAPTOP D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BUT MY MUM GO BUY ANOTHER STUPID COMPUTER WHICH HASN'T HAD MSN DOWNLOADED ON IT. Plus I am not use to using the wireless mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Too sensitive lao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fishy is still in china ): Annie is not online (i dreamt that she went out on a date early in the morning. But well it's just a dream and she is probably still sleeping. At least no more nightmares. for two days) and Charmaine is not replying my sms. GAH NOBODY ELSE TO TALK TO. Ariel isn't online too. I am waiting desperately for someone to talk to me :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Forget it. I guess I go do that webpage me and biying and doing. Add some contents or whatever shit and try to figure out what those buttons means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Plock freaking refuse to let me beat my all-time high score so I am stuck there. my mouse is going haywire. AND DAMMIT I NEARLY BEAT THE SCORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;10.20am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time pass fast... CAN THAT GODDAMNED PHONE STOP RINGING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am still trying to figure out what to do about the webpage. And I am not sure if I can go escape tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-2777831594967301420?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/2777831594967301420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2777831594967301420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2777831594967301420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-11.html' title='random #11'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-3995234768784454414</id><published>2009-11-27T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[biying's house] fishy still in china #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gee. I slept super late yesterday and woke up later today. Used computer for one hour and then realised it's time to go Biying's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we did at her house:&lt;br /&gt;Basically she showed me her room. Lucky her, have two bookshelves :)&amp;nbsp; Then I got hyper over her tablet PC and kind of irritated her I guess. She played Hit Machine at OMGPOP while I watch and 'marvelled' over how pro she is.(but it's true that&amp;nbsp;she is really good at the game)&amp;nbsp;Then we had lunch. Her mum made cheese pizza, which actually taste delicious except that I got super full because I drank too much orange juice. Ate half of the chicken nuggets which were superb :D&lt;br /&gt;Biying's mum cook nice.&lt;br /&gt;I watch Biying draw manga face (well she got tired so didnt continue). And then we walk to the nearby market and buy bubbletea while she ask me about school and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining when mum come and fetch me... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-3995234768784454414?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/3995234768784454414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/biyings-house-fishy-still-in-china-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3995234768784454414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/3995234768784454414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/biyings-house-fishy-still-in-china-2.html' title='[biying&apos;s house] fishy still in china #2'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-2603948420367003175</id><published>2009-11-26T12:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random #10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i want to go home i want to go home i want to go home i want to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ARGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I realised that more than half of my posts so far are from p5 and p6 when I anyhow write things so the posts end up sounding childish and lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Green tea taste nice... Imagine if I manage to earn 666 trillion dollars (666, number of the devil, erm, six is my favourite number still :) . I FIRSTLY buy a nice big mansion and encourage my close friends and their family to move in with me. Then I build a large zoo a stone's throw away from the mansion which houses all sorts of animals, ranging from common to domestic to eccentric to endangered, excluding cats, tigers, lion and whatever so that is a cousin of cats. Because cats scares me. Then I will be super nice to the animals. Oh wait. Before I build the mansiona and zoo I will purchased a nice island (to build those on) and that island must have clear water, nice weather, blue sky and a clean beach... AHHH how nice... Must have a green tea plantation, high tech places, and nice palm trees... :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-snaps back to reality-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay first I need to figure out how to go home -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As in how am i supposed to go home. Job time over, but boss haven't offcially say I can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(*%#&amp;amp;@$%*!@^$(#!&amp;amp;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-2603948420367003175?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/2603948420367003175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2603948420367003175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2603948420367003175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-10.html' title='random #10'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-4517798558190564246</id><published>2009-11-26T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[slogging away] fishy still in china #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;gee...My last day of work/holiday job today. Posting on the office computer now because my work hour is not over yet. Feel a sudden urge to go home. Sincerely hoping that boss would let me off early. Because I am missing the rulang gathering! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, according to the class blog it is the PSLE results release date and so the ex-rulangnites (like me!) are going back to freak the juniors. But I am still stuck here despite completing all the documents I have to type. So I am probably going to miss the whole gathering (let's hope they organise another one when the results of secondary schools are release, or are they already?). Maybe when I go home by MRT later one I walk home by the rulang route and see if the people are still there. If they are I can stay for a while else my mum would suspect why I am gone for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;D: D: D: D: D: (still sad and dissapointed because I am missing the gathering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't really want to see the teachers because that time during speech day see enough le. Mrs Chan looks as fierce and old as ever... -chills-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My title sounds like some lesbian who's lover is away for a long time -.- (fishystillinchina #1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NONONO&lt;br /&gt;Just that Fishy is away meaning I have no one to talk to on the phone for 1 hour plus everyday. Me and fishy talk on the phone everyday for more than one hour when we can't use then computer. Eeyer she only told me she is going on holiday two or three days before she went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to the National Library yesterday and found BLACK ORDER :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I read finish &lt;strong&gt;The Lost Symbol &lt;/strong&gt;which mentions 12 December 2012, which in the twoohonetwo movie it was when the world is going to end, but according to the book, the world-is-going-to-end-in-2012 is not supposed to be taken so literally. More like the 'dull' (?) world which stupid people are&amp;nbsp;going to end and by that date humans will discovered that they have extraodinary powers (?) and could accomplish things beyong their imagination, alter the physical world with just their mind power, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I started on the first chapter of BLACKORDER on the MRT just now but it strains my eyes and neck (being tall and all) so i switch to blasting music instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I bought a blueberry (!) pancake from Mr Bean at&amp;nbsp;MRT station and felt tempted to eat it on the MRT but fear that I could have gotten caught and fined for bringing food onto the train. Besides, I ate the chicken favoured cup noodle, bought from seven-eleven,&amp;nbsp;at the station and is half-full. So in the end I stuffed it all into the mouth before I went into the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;GOSH NOW IT IS 12.30 LAO. CAN I GO HOME?\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to teleport home D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No, teleport to rulang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LEMME GO HOME NOW I DEMAND IT! IT IS AN ORDER/COMMAND FROM XINGYUE THE AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: I got my pay! Finally can buy books, but I try to spend only one third of it, save the remaining two third in bank and get interest, even though it's really low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pp/s: Let's hope I can remember that on tuesday, I am going to escape with charmaine annie and her bf. Set notification lao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ppp/s: What if my phone broke down??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pppp/s: Okay xingyue better remember this. If not -die- -bleeds to death-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ppppp/s: REMINDER TUESDAY ESCAPE WITH ANNIE CHARMAINE AND HER BF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pppppp/s: Now the above sounds like I am escaping singapore O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ppppppp/s: Oops too many ps'es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-4517798558190564246?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/4517798558190564246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/slogging-away-fishy-still-in-china-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/4517798558190564246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/4517798558190564246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/slogging-away-fishy-still-in-china-1.html' title='[slogging away] fishy still in china #1'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-4989746206501700958</id><published>2009-11-25T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[draw and guess]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha. Fishy introduced a game to me this afternoon: &lt;a href="http://www.omgpop.com/"&gt;http://www.omgpop.com/&lt;/a&gt; -- Draw my thing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Basically the computer will give you a word which you would draw out and get others to guess it. Then you can create a match and play it with your friends. It was hilarious when I played it with Fishy. She drew weird stuffs. Erm, actually I drew weirder stuffs but oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fishy is going off at 3am tonight to china and will be back only one week later&amp;nbsp;I guess. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I played the game later in the night with Charmaine, who drew weirdly too, but can say her crocodile is awesome:D She drew a nice crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then she was trying to draw roller blades but I thought it was hair -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got my pay for work! XD Tomorrow is the last day of my holiday job and then I would be free to go out with friends. Shall post about how the holiday job went tomorrow too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Charmaine went offline out of the sudden and Annie is away D:&amp;nbsp; Fishy is probably sleeping since she have to set off really early tomorrow. Therefore = no one to talk to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel so proud of myself. I finish two more profiles and one profiles special for biying's story (which I unfortunately forgot the name to... Wait i think is it Insanityia) and I am halfway through the first chapter of how Keiko (my character) got to Tokyo and met Biying's character, Shouriu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay write more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-4989746206501700958?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/4989746206501700958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/draw-and-guess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/4989746206501700958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/4989746206501700958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/draw-and-guess.html' title='[draw and guess]'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-1138014594523119544</id><published>2009-11-24T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being so boliao because i have nothing to do so I went to watch videos on youtube. I normally don't post videos but this are few ones which I find interesting. But you can skip this post and read the one below on 2012 though. This one is pretty dumb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DWg3TgDKmhM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DWg3TgDKmhM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-SyfBQpcORI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-SyfBQpcORI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that one above ^^ is scary. Lesson learnt: Read video description before watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R_w4HYXuo9M&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R_w4HYXuo9M&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ Amazing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this one on four-dimensional cube which makes me dizzy. You can search on youtube if you want :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-1138014594523119544?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/1138014594523119544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/1138014594523119544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/1138014594523119544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-9.html' title='random #9'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-2573858627167531144</id><published>2009-11-24T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[2012; twenty twelve]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to watch &lt;strong&gt;two oh one two&lt;/strong&gt; with Fishy,&amp;nbsp;mum and sis last sunday. Fishy keeps wanting to pee during the&amp;nbsp;movie, and to make the matter worse she drank too much coke and can't control her bladder. Meanwhile I was snacking away on tomato favour chipster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mum thinks the movie very boliao -.- NONO DON'T BELIEVE HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The movie is great and awesome and fabulous. I like the effects :] And there are people dying XD gah I'm sadistic, like to see people die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay so I finish most of chipster before the movie starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Movie started with solar flares from the sun, and one can see a bit of other planets behind the sun, in one straight line (later stated in the movie that it was the cause of the global disaster). Then it shows earth in year 2009 (yes this year) when geologist Adrian Helmsley went to visit his friend, Dr. Satnam Tsurutani, in India where he found out that neutrinos from a massive solar flare is heating up the earth's core. And he informed the other leaders of the world who came up with a plan to save some of the world's human population from this disaster so that they can continue the line of humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Satnam's wife: "Hey Adrian! I cook your favourite curry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adrian is funny haha:&amp;nbsp;"[Satnam's wife] is getting prettier and prettier but her curry still taste as bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then in 2012, Jackson Curtis, a not very famous author of this book called &lt;em&gt;Farewell Atlantis&lt;/em&gt; (!), brought his children, Noah (noah's ark! They called the ship where the lucky people are going to stay in and get safe an ark too)&amp;nbsp;and Lily, to Yellowstone Park where they meet a lunatic, Charlie,&amp;nbsp;who says that the world is coming to an end, making references to the Mayan calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When the ground in Canifornia started cracking, Curtis sensed something amissed and rents a private plane to rescue his family members, along with his ex-wife, Kate's, boyfriend, Gordon. (Realised that Lunatic Charlie plus Gordon equals Charlie Gordon from Flowers for Algernon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Erm lazy type out whole story so...: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2012_(film"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2012_(film&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The movie has practically no climax at all because people are dieing every single second and things are exploding and there are tsunamis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like the monk Nima! Especially this scene where his granny is chopping the chicken's head off. Yuri sounds like he is speaking with his mouth full of bubble gums. His twin sons look retarded. Tamara and Gordon are damn 可怜, they noth died in the life-saving ark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Andrian start out a relationship with Laura Wilson, Mr President's (who i think resembles Obama)&amp;nbsp;daughter. And the ending is just people coming out of the ark and breathe in fresh air, so don't like it much, but the middle part with the screaming and explosions and tsunamis are great. I like the effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they should show gruesome scenes of people dieing, but if they did I guess I can't watch it 'cause rating would be NC16 or something. Whatever I am evil XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-2573858627167531144?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/2573858627167531144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012-twenty-twelve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2573858627167531144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2573858627167531144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012-twenty-twelve.html' title='[2012; twenty twelve]'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-7898792373900150793</id><published>2009-11-21T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[things to do during december holidays 2009]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Official final list of things to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;h&gt;#1 Buy books&lt;/h&gt; - &lt;br /&gt;Like those books by James Rollin, especially &lt;strong&gt;The Doomsday Key&lt;/strong&gt; and several other novel. Then there is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Interpretation_of_Murder"&gt;The Interpretation of Murder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which mentions Sigmund Freud, his student (or follower or whatever, i forgot) Carl Jung. I read a few pages of it in Prologue and it mentions Oedypus complex too. There a few books from Vivian, &lt;strong&gt;Vanishing Acts by Jodi Picoult&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Take&amp;nbsp;A Look at Me Now by Anita Notaro&lt;/strong&gt;, which seems interesting. Cheap too, since Vivian is selling them off as second-handed books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;h&gt;#2 Read finish Ariel's&amp;nbsp;TA books and those I borrowed from library&lt;/h&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Of course I must read finish Ariel's book which I borrowed for very long already. Sorry Ariel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;h&gt;#3 Read all the fanfics for Vampire Academy and find Blood Promise no matter what&lt;/h&gt;&amp;nbsp;- &lt;br /&gt;Although some fan fic sucks, it's frustrating when I read and found out some are on blood promise (which i havn't read yet so don't know&amp;nbsp;what the fanfics are talking about)&amp;nbsp;and whenever I tried to find that book in the library it is always on loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#4 Finish reading Lost Symbol &lt;/h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That almost fifty bucks book-.- Just read 3 pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;h&gt;#5 Train my left hand penmanship&lt;/h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;h&gt;#6 Practicing fast sketching noses and eyes&lt;/h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unless I want the people I sketch for art to look like pigs again and get C grade for the sketches again. Well that's what i got for last week. But this also means that during my free time on the MRT or buses I will have to stare at the passengers noses and eyes and try sketching them out(if I have my pencil with me) and freak them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the rest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mug Jap (I am not failing it again next year)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Improve my english and chinese vocabulary and try to memorise some fanciful flowery phrases, oh yeah, and my spelling too because my spelling sucks, i just realise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Biying's story - write a least three posts in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Watch 黄真伊 with Fishy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Science Center Human Body exhibition with Annie and Charmaine (Mum sure let me go, hello mum your daughter is being 好学 want to gain knowledge)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Escape Theme Park with Annie and Charmaine (since Fishy hates theme parks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ion Orchard with Fishy and Charmaine, possible chance of eating sushi, after I get my pay, and eat takoyaki with Charmaine (not sure if Fishy likes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Watch 2012, New Moon and some other movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay so now must finish all the things to do. Other than maybe erm.. the mugging parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-7898792373900150793?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/7898792373900150793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-to-do-during-december-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/7898792373900150793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/7898792373900150793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-to-do-during-december-holidays.html' title='[things to do during december holidays 2009]'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-260167751388890475</id><published>2009-11-19T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is so ahem... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wQFRNfbCOV0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wQFRNfbCOV0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-260167751388890475?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/260167751388890475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/260167751388890475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/260167751388890475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-8.html' title='random #8'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-9086093186902220931</id><published>2009-11-19T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[cheapskate speechday @ rulang]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yesterday...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woke up at 6am and stared at the ceiling for thirty minutes until my maid tried to wake my sister (who had fever the day before or the day before the day before) and got my sister so pissed off that she shouted "I HAVE NO SCHOOL TODAY DON'T BELIEVE ASK JIE JIE" (walao why everything also me de) at her. 'Cause my sister is always playing jokes on my maid so maid don't believe her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then from 7.30am I was playing computer until 9am when my sister complained about me using for too long (once again) so I left home early and go to rulang with dumbdumb annie's bf -.-&amp;nbsp; who got stomachache from drinking coke (LOUSY) Ate hashbrown at Macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At Rulang, I received two or three sms from Fishy asking me if I were at Rulang yet and a call telling me to wait for her at the main gate. At that point of time I was at the hall so I hurried down to fetch the 大小姐. Then we walk around the school trying to find our other ex-classmates who were supposed to come rulang today but instead bump into Mdm Chng, our primary five teacher. That was quite creepy (actually bumping into any form teacher is creepy for me). Mdm Chng told me to inform any 6R people who are coming back today to go to the hall at 10am for photo-taking. After she went off, I got a hard kick on the leg from Fishy. &lt;strong&gt;-ouch-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went over to the main gate again and spotted Jie Min this time so we told her about the photo-taking thing. Me and Fishy bought some cold bottled drink from Rulang which is still as cheap as ever :) and I smelled the pack food beside the drink stall. Smell chicken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went back to the hall and make several trips to and fro the hall -to see my Chinese Orchestra juniors&amp;nbsp; and Fishy's Chinese Dance juniors rehearsing for the performance later- and music room -to see Fishy's juniors and bully one of the bitchy ones-. We saw this little girl who Fishy say she doesn't like so as a good friend, and being hyper that day, I went forward to her and said: "HELLO 你认识我吗？" to which the girl shakes her head and smile, probably thinking I'm a retard. Fishy desperately tried to drag me off so before I went off I noted her colourful eye shadow and said: "你的眼睛好像&amp;nbsp;RAINBOW 哦！"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fishy laughed like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So after waiting for&amp;nbsp;approximately 40 minutes, in between I went to see my juniors rehearsing and got spotted by instructors Mr Teo and Mr Goh who give me a&amp;nbsp;shock look and then Mdm&amp;nbsp;Leong the teacher IC who bugged me about why my sister is absent today, me and&amp;nbsp;Fishy went back to the gathering venue and waited for a while before&amp;nbsp;we finally took the photo. Don't like taking photos (especially&amp;nbsp;when its group photos) so was a bit annoyed when they keep&amp;nbsp;retaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;RULANG IS SO CHEAPSKATE FOR THIS YEAR's SPEECH DAY SEH. I mean i do understand that since&amp;nbsp;next year is the 80th anniversary&amp;nbsp;rulang&amp;nbsp;plans to make next year's speech day very&amp;nbsp;grand and this year's would be simpler, firstly to save up the money for next&amp;nbsp;year and to highlight&amp;nbsp;next year's grandness, but this is&amp;nbsp;way too simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's bad enough&amp;nbsp;that this year's speech day is held in the afternoon, and there are sucky decorations,&amp;nbsp;like, yellow ribbons&amp;nbsp;and blue ribbons against red??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwVEoWyeaHI/AAAAAAAAA78/j_FC1MSVojs/s1600/DSC03664.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwVEoWyeaHI/AAAAAAAAA78/j_FC1MSVojs/s320/DSC03664.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwVEsAv2YSI/AAAAAAAAA8M/W_zU-7wuwe8/s1600/DSC03665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwVEsAv2YSI/AAAAAAAAA8M/W_zU-7wuwe8/s320/DSC03665.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwVErFWf_7I/AAAAAAAAA8E/MGcpqgZ-GEU/s1600/DSC03662.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwVErFWf_7I/AAAAAAAAA8E/MGcpqgZ-GEU/s320/DSC03662.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;[left: yellow ribbon, right: blue ribbon, bottom: red ribbon]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Worst is that they didnt even bother to provide lunch, and we have no table to sit at (WE ARE VIPs!!! actually no but we are important mah) so we have to sit at the back corner and strain our eyes trying to see the performance, which is a epic failure. And they had this stripy green animation I found pretty lame to pass time, followed by speeches, like this one by Yilun, ex-head-prefect (aka vandi-something; they used this cheem word). It sounds very um... cheem, but it turns out they wrote the speech for him, he only have to read it out -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a every-year-the-same-old-thing skipping performance in ugly costumes, we were lead to the backstage in a certain order, RGS girls first :D to receive the plaque from the CIP, some mayor lady whose name I forgot&amp;nbsp;(Fishy's blog said it was Dr Khor). Since Melissa and Stella weren't present yesterday, Mengxue went up first, and I'm the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You see, I have stage fright and is hyper-ventilating, legs turn jelly and trembling, and had a sudden urge to pee -.- so I thought I would probably screwed up and faint on the stage. Guess Fishy was annoyed by my constant whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So um, I went on stage and shake hands with the lady (by then my hands were covered in cold sweats), took the plaque (damn cheapskate they actually use scotch tape instead of some nice glue), and the lady ask me: "So how's RGS?" as we turn to face the camera (okay i got no idea where it is) . Nervous and all, I didn't realised she was asking me this question until 10 minutes later back in the hall at the chairs so I stammered: Errr... ya....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally went off the stage and me and fishy hurried back to sit at the chair. Legs were still jelly-ish for about 15minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since they didn't provide lunch, we took some shots of the food outside the hall and went to seven-eleven to buy a nice curry cup noodle. Then we went to Macs and fishy bought double cheese burger, complaining about how she hate pickles, and I bought apple pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwVIAgbQ6_I/AAAAAAAAA8U/rgGh8oSK3AI/s1600/DSC03696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwVIAgbQ6_I/AAAAAAAAA8U/rgGh8oSK3AI/s320/DSC03696.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwVIBAP_UJI/AAAAAAAAA8c/vplzUmb8h60/s1600/DSC03698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwVIBAP_UJI/AAAAAAAAA8c/vplzUmb8h60/s320/DSC03698.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It looks a bit gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went back to my house, on the way the very-irritating annie's bf called and asked if he can come over to my house to bully my sister, so since it's bullying my sister, I agreed. (he damn guailan just early in the morning tell me phone no money cannot call then afternoon call to ask if can come over -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unfortunately the plan backfired and my sister and him gang up to bully me instead :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meanwhile Fishy hogged the computer and give some ideas to torture me. I tried to hide myself in the toilet because I can't stand the teasings, only to have Fishy banging at the toilet magnetic door and trying to force it open (poor door! D: ) , pretending that she had stomachache and needs to poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I opened the door and came out afterwards she said I didnt took good care of the guests =.= =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I send Fishy back home (not entire way&amp;nbsp;back, just until the markets) and walk home, jaywalking cross the road nearly got knock down by the oncoming cars. Car driver screeched at me and shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I told Fishy about it and she replied: Serve you right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What kind of friend is that?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back at home in the night we had a pleasant conversation about MJ's psychology (Fishy interested in MJ and me interested in psychology).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then&amp;nbsp;I slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And woke up today and realised that four days of holidays just passed and I was slacking the whole four days D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Havn't even done a single thing on my things to do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-9086093186902220931?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/9086093186902220931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheapskate-speechday-rulang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/9086093186902220931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/9086093186902220931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheapskate-speechday-rulang.html' title='[cheapskate speechday @ rulang]'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwVEoWyeaHI/AAAAAAAAA78/j_FC1MSVojs/s72-c/DSC03664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-2756508381058476929</id><published>2009-11-19T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not exactly a hardcore MJ fan (that's my best friend not me) and in fact my mum don't really likes him. So erm, I am not a fan of MJ but Fishy was at my house that day and she happen to be reading on MJ's psychology which interested me so I read the articles with her. There is one that is really guofen, at least i thought so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;They served a search warrant on me which allowed them to view and photograph my body, including my penis, my buttocks, my lower torso, thighs and any other areas that they wanted.&lt;sub&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;full article:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lsiscan.com/michael_jackson_s_statement_.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;http://www.lsiscan.com/michael_jackson_s_statement_.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahem. I know that you people LOVES Michael Jackson like crazy and would go to extreme measures to keep stuffs of him, but exert some self-control, yeah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is really frustrating. The media is always protraying a negative image of MJ, what for? For money. For money they do whatever they can to ruin someone's reputation. For money they hurt people. For money they maligned people. Although it is not clear whether MJ really did the bad stuffs or not, it is indeed true that the media altered some of the things he said to make him appear evil and bad. It is also true that some of them are shallow people who simply jump to conclusions that because MJ did so many comestic surgeries, and appear to look like a lady, he had gender disorder. Like Ariel said, just so that he did not look like what the western culture expects a man to look like doesn't mean he don't look like a man but a woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-2756508381058476929?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/2756508381058476929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2756508381058476929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2756508381058476929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-7.html' title='random #7'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-7776472866838720939</id><published>2009-11-17T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[surprise; that was so last-minute]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a pleasant surprise. At 3pm (when me and sister are watching movie), somebody called. So being the one nearer to the sofa I picked up the call, and this erm, don't-know-how-to-describe-voice went: "Can I speak to Xingyue?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thinking that it was the ususal cca people, I asked "who are you?" before saying "hi I'm xingyue (because if it really turns out to be the cca people I can lied that xingyue's - me - is not in and say byebye)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So she went "Hey I'm ANNIE:D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought she wanted to chat, except that I think she is just dismissed from house committee meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then she went: "Can I go your house now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-shock- Annie lives really far from me and it's quite late that time so even if she come she can at most only stay for one hour. Some confusion and then she told me that she is at school now and she will take bus from school to my house. So I tried giving her instructions on where to transfer bus but I got no idea how to describe the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So annie decided to call me&amp;nbsp;a while after she get on the bus and then describe the surroundings to me so that&amp;nbsp;maybe I can roughly know where she should alight. She and charmaine (oops forgot to say that charmaine's coming too) called me at the exact moment where they reach the bus stop where they should transfer bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And Annie erm, navigated (?) her way to my house, and got lost at one point of time. When she and charmaine finally found my house charmaine feel like killing both me and her (kidding kind of killing - hey! alliteration! :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We browse through several unglam pictures of charmaine and then charmaine played a round of 'stress' with my sister and lost terribly. Afterwards annie decided to be a paparazzi and take some sneak photos of her bf who is playing basketball across the road from my house so i lead her there and she hired the awesome photographer (me! jkjk not that awesome) to sneak those photos. Unfortunately due to charmaine and annie's eye-catching buckle shirt and my height we got caught, um her bf spotted us -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;above&amp;nbsp;happened in 40 minutes and annie and charmaine went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: Melissa sounds like a guy on the phone... no offence. I got freak out when she call me because i was thinking: Who is that person??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pp/s: Getting plaque tomorrow:D for my four Astars XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ppp/s: Next time tell my sister not to abruptly shut down my msn because there is people talking to me and thought I am just appearing offline -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pppp/s: Work today was okay:D Went to ‘参观’the family and juvenile court. But it's boring. And i didn't know lawyers have to learn psychology. Cool XD And I got a large packet of chips and wasted money on a few bottle of cold drinks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ppppp/s: That's a lot of p/s 's up there. Got to sleep. byebye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-7776472866838720939?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/7776472866838720939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/surprise-that-was-so-last-minute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/7776472866838720939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/7776472866838720939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/surprise-that-was-so-last-minute.html' title='[surprise; that was so last-minute]'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-1158369722012982721</id><published>2009-11-16T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[tomorrow]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gee. First day of work tomorrow. I feel lazy. Suddenly don't feel like taking a 40 minutes MRT (not including 20 minutes walking to the station) to workplace. Want to use computer at home instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okie xingyue will reward herself with a bag of chips after work tomorrow. But I need to save money... Mainly to buy a few novels and a $45 davinci book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the rest, erm... buy chips??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Fishy had this cute Revenge of Paf La Chien games on facebook where the doggy kick his owner instead.&lt;br /&gt;Except I got no idea how to play it -.-&lt;br /&gt;Actually is throw guy up into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my brother had an obsession with fake walls in boxhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-1158369722012982721?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/1158369722012982721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/1158369722012982721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/1158369722012982721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/tomorrow.html' title='[tomorrow]'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-2886502956121528903</id><published>2009-11-16T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Goodness Fishy. That 'freaky' show which my sister got freaked out by isn't 2012 (which i thought we are watching this sunday?) but this 11.00pm show called Forest Of Death. Which isn't at all freaky (well that's what i think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, my sister got so creeped out by this show that she decided to go sleep instead of watching it with me. But i manage to persuade her to stay with me until halfway through the show (at this part where a second body is found and there is some board thing pinned to the tree nearby so the policewoman went to find this guy at the station) when my mother return home and demand to know why my sister refuses to sleep when she looks exhausted. Turns out that my sister is afraid to go to bed because 'a ghosh might eat her up while i am watching the show outside in the living room, or she might just die in her sleep' -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I couldn't finish watching. But according to annie it wasn't that nice anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Storyline quite diao actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-2886502956121528903?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/2886502956121528903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2886502956121528903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/2886502956121528903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-6.html' title='random #6'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-6749376213377191819</id><published>2009-11-16T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gah. My first day of peaceful holiday at home without sister and brother irritating me. As you see, my sister is primary three so school holidays applies to her. As for my brother, he is going to primary school next year so he will have school holidays this year too. If it is only my sister at home then I am still able to 'bribe' her not to tell mum how long I have been using computer (which is one whole day). But if my brother is at home too, with his big mouth, both me and sister will be banned from using computer T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And sister plus brother equals noise which annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if fishy's awake yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;tagreplies;&lt;br /&gt;Yuxin :): Lalalalala &lt;br /&gt;Yuxin :): Eyer reply reply &lt;br /&gt;Yuxin: Don't be superficial &lt;br /&gt;Yuxin: And so what if he's 50? &lt;br /&gt;Yuxin: But it's hard to be any crazier if your dad's moonwalking across the TV during Avatar &lt;br /&gt;Yuxin: Actually I was crazy about him before he died &lt;br /&gt;Yuxin :): I just want to keep my private life with my friends to myself &lt;br /&gt;Yuxin :): I AM DAMN SOCIABLE OKAY &lt;br /&gt;Yuxin :): AND WTF? &lt;br /&gt;Yuxin :): Prefect sitting behind me &lt;br /&gt;Yuxin :): I wasn't hiding &lt;br /&gt;&lt;q&gt;I realised that you are the only one spamming my tagboard -.- oh and can send me the MJ personality articles you were reading through at my house that day? Because some are damn 过分 and i want to post about it.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Fishy, Annie, Charmaine and Zhixin&amp;nbsp;all not online :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-6749376213377191819?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/6749376213377191819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/6749376213377191819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/6749376213377191819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-5.html' title='random #5'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-7587935402594454377</id><published>2009-11-13T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>term 4 #45</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Century Gothic; font-size: large;"&gt;aka LAST DAY OF SCHOOL AND TORTURE XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Art fest finally over too. Heck those le. Holidays officially starts and I can finally have some time to sleep (having headaches more frequently now and sometimes gets very dizzy, probably due to lack of sleep).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;bought this ultra cute crocheted brown rat for 5 dollars :]&amp;nbsp; (Grace laugh at me because in one of the poster i drew I&amp;nbsp;mispelled crocheted, I wrote 'crotched' and then realised that it's the wrong spelling -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think it was thursday, bought the fondant with all the nice chocolate :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;I pon the last part of today with fishy and carol slacking away at the shaw lab. I played bubble troubles with Carol but keep losing lifes (First time playing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sv57WzEpVzI/AAAAAAAAA6o/WCeKIOhZLck/s1600-h/DSC03634.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sv57WzEpVzI/AAAAAAAAA6o/WCeKIOhZLck/s320/DSC03634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sv57WPJaawI/AAAAAAAAA6g/9Gyv60GWZaY/s1600-h/DSC03633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sv57WPJaawI/AAAAAAAAA6g/9Gyv60GWZaY/s320/DSC03633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The little guy looks cute :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Afterwards help Annie clear out her locker and I spent 5 minutes trying to get the locker combination right (got confused between clockwise and anti-clockwise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fishy came over afterwards. Here's how it happens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After I cleared out annie's locker, we decided to have cup noodles (I'm eating it quite often recently which is very unhealthy) at Redhill station so we took 132, after 105 (the bus I normally take home) left. Since Fishy is carrying her toy, and I am carrying annie's files, we decided that it is not wise to just barge into Seven-eleven carrying so many things because it would be difficult to cook the noodles, that requires both hands but sadly for we have none available. Furthermore I'm clumsy. So Fishy stayed outside seven-eleven looking after our bags while I take my time inside cooking the noodles. I paid $1.50 in cash and 15 cents using my ez-link card. I guess the lady at the counter recognise me and thinks I'm weird since the last time I bought noodles, I told her that I'm paying 5 cents using ez-link and then give her $2.10 in cash. (Since the noodles cost $1.65, after I pay 5 cents, I still have to pay $.160 so I gave the lady $2.10 and she will give me a fifty cent coin in change)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After eating, I went to top up my ez-link card with the five dollars note and then buy another fishball stick with it. Fishy damn slowpoke so after she finally finish her noodles and we are going to enter the MRT station, her ez-link card had little value left and she can't go into the station, which equals she can't go home. That's when she started blaming me for not lending her the five dollars -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But her awesome friend who had the habit of memorising bus routes when bored figure out how to take bus from redhill back home, except that we have to take two bus (take one then transfer to another).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now the problem is how to get pass the road to the bus stop, because it was raining quite heavily. While fishy and me stare at the bus stop trying to figure out a way, this lady asked if we need help and say that she guarantee can help us. I told her we need to get pass the road and she shake her head, saying: "Oh this is that one thing I can't help".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess that lady thinks we are trying to get somewhere and got no idea what bus to take. Underestimate me /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We still got home in the end but out pinafore and fishy's toy got wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At my house we read on the personality disorder (and I think fishy got narcissitic disorder) while my sister played boxhead outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After sending Fishy off I walk home in the rain and took 40 or 50 minuted to get home, because I took the super long road from rulang back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-7587935402594454377?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/7587935402594454377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/term-4-45.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/7587935402594454377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/7587935402594454377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/term-4-45.html' title='term 4 #45'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/Sv57WzEpVzI/AAAAAAAAA6o/WCeKIOhZLck/s72-c/DSC03634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-5387954872577633061</id><published>2009-11-12T07:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[boo]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ARt fest and mass dance later. ARGH. Blogging school computer and time to go down le. dammit. byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Art Fest shots: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwCq6xHJVgI/AAAAAAAAA6w/PJDxc5R6DFc/s1600/DSC03166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwCq6xHJVgI/AAAAAAAAA6w/PJDxc5R6DFc/s320/DSC03166.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwCsKnVBz6I/AAAAAAAAA64/-oCs3xYI5p8/s1600/DSC03169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwCsKnVBz6I/AAAAAAAAA64/-oCs3xYI5p8/s320/DSC03169.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crocheted dolles made by nanshan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwCsPbm0lcI/AAAAAAAAA7I/XdEX1MtkMTQ/s1600/DSC03176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwCsPbm0lcI/AAAAAAAAA7I/XdEX1MtkMTQ/s320/DSC03176.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp; art fest basket :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwCsP14NvtI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/lDjpFjS91NA/s1600/DSC03589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwCsP14NvtI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/lDjpFjS91NA/s320/DSC03589.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Board?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwCsQbA-TqI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/JUXOPKeC9zY/s1600/DSC03597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwCsQbA-TqI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/JUXOPKeC9zY/s320/DSC03597.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwCsQ9jIxoI/AAAAAAAAA7g/quN3hAI2vFw/s1600/DSC03599.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwCsQ9jIxoI/AAAAAAAAA7g/quN3hAI2vFw/s320/DSC03599.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Left pink poster: not made by me, right pink poster: made by me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwCsRigz5JI/AAAAAAAAA7o/NJuvd1xDndo/s1600/DSC03600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwCsRigz5JI/AAAAAAAAA7o/NJuvd1xDndo/s320/DSC03600.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwCsR6uFm3I/AAAAAAAAA7w/5weUgAYeKHg/s1600/DSC03601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwCsR6uFm3I/AAAAAAAAA7w/5weUgAYeKHg/s320/DSC03601.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[in above two pictures: Lingwei, Nicole, Sarah, Annie, Xinhui, Genevieve and Charmaine (and her camera)]&lt;br /&gt;Setting up the store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store is too small... -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-5387954872577633061?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/5387954872577633061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/5387954872577633061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/5387954872577633061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/boo.html' title='[boo]'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SwCq6xHJVgI/AAAAAAAAA6w/PJDxc5R6DFc/s72-c/DSC03166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-526152058396585833</id><published>2009-11-10T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[this is it; michael jackson]</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Intimate portrait of Michael Jackson as you've never seen him before, to be presented exclusively for a two-week limited engagement around the world. Michael Jackson's THIS IS IT will offer Jackson fans and music lovers worldwide a rare, behind-the-scenes look at the performer as he developed, created and rehearsed for his sold-out concerts that would have taken place beginning this summer in London's O2 Arena. Chronicling the months from April through June, 2009, the film is drawn from more than one hundred hours of behind-the-scenes footage, featuring Jackson rehearsing a number of his songs for the show. Audiences will be given a privileged and private look at the singer, dancer, filmmaker, architect, and genius as he creates and perfects his final show.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gv.com.sg/moviedetails/gv_moviedetails_8023.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://www.gv.com.sg/moviedetails/gv_moviedetails_8023.jsp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its nice and awesome :) And some funny parts too. Erm to say the truth I am not a fan of Michael Jackson or whatever because my mum doesn't listen to his songs and since he's 50 years old, and me being a music idiot, plus I only started listening to songs last year end or this year start, so I only know that he is a singer but got no idea how his songs sounds like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And fishy? Not much better: presenting to you a conversation between me and fishy at popular bookshop after the show ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fishy: Ahhh. I want to buy this book on MJ :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: -not interest- orh. Buy lo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fishy: Not enough money ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: -upon hearing money got interested- how much is it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fishy: 40plus dollars. HOW?? I WANT THIS BOOK BADLY. Okay I'm going to save up for it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: So since when did you become so crazy about MJ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fishy: Since he died!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: -faint-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The movie is mainly okay, I admitted that due to my lack of interest in MJ I fall asleep during the first 20 minutes of show but it became more interesting afterwards. Except that the dancers are flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then there is this part where they showed a girl in the woods which instantly reminds me of LRRH (due to my intensive research on this topic) and then MJ appeared out of nowhere so I pointed to him and whispered werewolf to Fishy, who then burst into laughter. (No offence MJ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now I know how they filmed horror shows (which - the process - &amp;nbsp;is quite spastic) so will never be scared of horror shows having people pop out of nowhere, but still scared if face looks distorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Out of a sudden want to watch jackie chan shows and rewatch X-men and maybe spiderman :)&amp;nbsp; Superman is retarded because firstly the guy isn't hot (not that the previous are but i know people who think superman is hot), and he wears his underwear on the outside, plus his powers ain't that amazing since he is from outer space, unlike X-men, which has the sci-fi element and those people have 'powers' due to mutation :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then watch huangzhenyi with fishy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Addition to things to do in holiday: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch jackie chan shows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Re-watch X-men&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch HuanZhenYi with Fishy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-526152058396585833?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/526152058396585833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it-michael-jackson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/526152058396585833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/526152058396585833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it-michael-jackson.html' title='[this is it; michael jackson]'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-4333193476219787333</id><published>2009-11-10T12:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a brief note: Annie and Charmaine over at my house now and going off to watch &lt;strong&gt;Michael Jackson's This Is It&lt;/strong&gt; with Fishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And my mouse is weird today. By&amp;nbsp;mouse I'm talking about the computer mouse. It seems damn crazy. When i tried to close the window, it somhow double click and close the other window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4999095148278026610-4333193476219787333?l=complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/feeds/4333193476219787333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/4333193476219787333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4999095148278026610/posts/default/4333193476219787333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedcrevasse.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-4.html' title='random #4'/><author><name>muons</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lky8wGd9UGA/SV7cQ_TJPRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BiG_1js_v8o/S220/xiaobai.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4999095148278026610.post-1025304033792040778</id><published>2009-11-09T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:45:15.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>term 4 #41</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah the thing is finally cleared out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TODAY WAS BORING BORING BORING (though way better than going back home but still...). I see no point of olympics day(as always with other post-exam-activites). C'mon WHAT IS SO HARD ABOUT MOVING THE ART FEST DATE FORWARD SO THAT THOSE RGS IDIOTS DONT HAVE TO PUT SO MANY USELESS AND TIME-WASTING ACTIVITIES IN ORDER TO DRAG UNTIL ART FEST AND WE CAN ALL HAVE AN EARLIER HOLIDAY (and no cca either:] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olympic day is so redundant. What the hell. Wth's with promoting olympic values or whatever shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Should just let us have holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the shooting game was still fun. Other than the gun was heavy and leg must be straight and body must to perpendicular to table and no shooting or accidentally pressing the trigger unless you aim because the trigger is sensitive (wasted two bullets because i accidentally pressed the trigger while trying to pick up the gun, again, it is heavy. and i have no arm muscle -.-) parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the other three shots all zhong! So i got three bullet holes on the paper/cardboard even though it is no where near the circle. Annie got one in the black area. (Annie got quality, i got quantity!) Nanshan shot one outside of circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to annie's house afterwards. I change out of house tee into class te
