<?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-38118024</id><updated>2011-08-20T10:16:32.213+08:00</updated><category term='Unluck...'/><category term='A fight'/><title type='text'>taygq</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>245</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-1237957472891751522</id><published>2010-09-29T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T15:39:25.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl With Two Faces</title><content type='html'>Her name's Lalli. She's dead, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, she's taught me how to see things in greater perspective. On how there are always people even more drastic and unfortunate than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate my life. I appreciate my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was moved to tears when I saw the grief of her family when she died of a massive heart attack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-1237957472891751522?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/1237957472891751522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=1237957472891751522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1237957472891751522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1237957472891751522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2010/09/girl-with-two-faces.html' title='The Girl With Two Faces'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-8840415449953054172</id><published>2010-09-29T15:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T15:37:29.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grievances.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Promos, oh GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And I'm still playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Am I even alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Can someone slap me awake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But it's gonna fucking hurt if its someone with loads of strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Still, CAN I WAKE UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-8840415449953054172?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/8840415449953054172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=8840415449953054172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/8840415449953054172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/8840415449953054172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2010/09/grievances.html' title='Grievances.'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-899777178858803739</id><published>2010-09-16T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T21:09:28.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hellish Days...</title><content type='html'>I know my blog's dead. I think everyone who comes here knows that. No matter what, finally its time to air some grievances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promo's coming in a few days time, and I haven't done anything about it. In any case, I think I retain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my parents sure &lt;em&gt;kan&lt;/em&gt; me for sure. Tell me that I wasted that 1 year in MJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd like to direct this to MOE. Why the hell can't they do something great about their severely-flawed education system that only promotes mugging? What's the point of education if it only teaches you how to memorise (via rote learning of course)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying in Singapore is plain bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've reached breaking point twice. Glad to have friends that helped me cope. And I didn't realise I had so many friends around me. As in, I don't talk much to them, yet I have a couple of friends who came over to my comfort and help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. If I didn't have such friends, I don't know what else's great about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I worry for a few people. They are also facing troubles of their own, yet I can't come to their assistance. I feel so worthless and selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are certain tutors in my class that can be fucking anal about stuff provided their mood. Certainly, there are quite a number of tutors in my class who seem like they have bipolar disorder. They scare the hell out of me. Real anal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom told me to go poly. But I don't know what to pursue in poly. So you tell me go poly do what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go JC. Coz I thought it was a delay of time before I truly discover what I want. Maybe I want to be teacher. Secondary school teacher. Maybe teach Maths, secondary school Maths so fucking easy to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But teacher is like, not say the pay very high arh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what now? I want to be banker, but it means I have a hell load more to mug if that's the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a life. How I wish I'm stupid so I don't have to face up to expectations. Expectations are sometimes very painful, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life. Such complicated and messy philosophy. A painful journey of experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house just replaced the air-cons in the rooms. Sadly its so powerful I'm practically living in a fridge. Cold, cold, cold! I'm feeling it now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the meantime, I'm watching some really lousy lawyer drama on Channel 8. Channel 8 is now degrading and degrading. So suck, I can't be bothered to watch it. Many actors and actress in Channel 8 totally can't act. I rather watch Channel U, much nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's enough crap to air for now. Adios people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-899777178858803739?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/899777178858803739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=899777178858803739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/899777178858803739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/899777178858803739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2010/09/hellish-days.html' title='The Hellish Days...'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-4074385262474945371</id><published>2010-03-10T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:51:02.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 March, 2010, Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Jack Neo's affair is unbelievable. It has increased to 10 people in a mere few days. Although he can't beat Tiger Woods, it's coming all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder whether it is that the girls never had an affair with him but are so desperate for fame that they are coming up to say that they were his mistresses so as to gain fame. Sadly, people love to cheapen themselves. Prostitutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework is mostly out of the way, with projects coming in to replace homework. Life can really suck, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To match it all, Mr. Lionel Lye is departing from our class due to some arrangements. Let's do the 21 gun salute~! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, *sobs*, he's a cool and fun guy who had to scold idiots (or not-yet-17 17-year-olds) for playing with candy, the bell and paper balls. Epic fail sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wonder how future GP classes will seem like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays... maybe I could form an equation with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remaining holidays = No. of days of actual holidays - no. of days spent on doing homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If remaining holidays follows definition of MJC (Law of MJC states that there is a severe influx of work and mugging),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence No. of remaining holidays = 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck off man, so much bullshit to do. Can't they stop chucking this shitload of hell like almost every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have finished most of my work. Dread the times after the holidays, after I got grilled by Chemistry test, which I fortunately got a 'C' (pass) for. Especially when there's 2 tests after the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What holidays?" I might want to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I have lost my momentum. The first few weeks of school, I managed to mug off everything. Now, I think that it's like a leaking pail. You fill up the water but it just keeps running of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to put it in my situation, the water represents the mugging. The pail represents the homework. The work is only totally finished when the pail is full. Yet, the hole lets my efforts seep away, meaning it soon becomes a lifetime of mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sleeping lately for these few nights. After going to Investiture 2010 (which I dare say was severely screwed up), watching Zombieland (a gore-medy) and seeing the others do all the shit-fuck, I feel that it's nice being a YAL. Even though it requires me helping out. At least I don't do the shit-fuck saikang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to salvage whatever free time I have left now, maybe I shall go read newspapers, play computer games, surf Facebook, check MJC portals and my own mail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-4074385262474945371?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/4074385262474945371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=4074385262474945371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/4074385262474945371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/4074385262474945371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-march-2010-wednesday.html' title='10 March, 2010, Wednesday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-752124873951950719</id><published>2010-02-23T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:01:00.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 February, 2010, Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I'm inundated in tutorials and whatever crap there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the biggest shock of my life. Gym-ing every Tuesday and Friday. My 1st session starts tomorrow. Fucking scary sia, I thought I was gonna go to school early and eat shit. Should have kept wishing for that though, cuz gym-ing wasn't exactly ultimately better. So much for 'bulking me up'. What the fucking fuck sia.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, to the picnic @ Marina Barrage. It was sort of cool actually. Pretty fun. Spend so many times suaning and irritating Jaslyn. About her height, her BF, all that whatever fucking nonsense. Then over-stocked on goodies and then in the end cannot finish. At least the wind was sort of nice, played cards and then some people went to fly kite (which was epic fail cuz the string fucking short). At one point, Zhen Yang owned her. Or pwned her, must say. Here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaslyn was interested in Dallas, Joel, Ashley and Ryan spamming poses for photos. Then she went to Zhen Yang and started asking him on why he did not want to take photos with them. That's only the beginning of a fucking funny WTH drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He begins to explain that his religion prohibits him from taking photos (LOL for his explanation for defacing God...) and the religion's name starts with 'X' and is hard to pronounce and all that blah blah blah. And then Jaslyn was like totally mesmerised with all that talk. Some more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then starts rattling off WTFH funny stories about his father being an Arabian and all that crap. Then he says must go pilgrimage once every blah blah blah. All that bullshitting...&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he says got height limitations. ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, he tells her that it was all a joke. Jaslyn was like, total jacked, and then she cried at some point. That got me worried about her for a moment. Maybe she couldn't take jacks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say that she got so convinced because Zhen Yang chucked like so much information to back his joke up and then... Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, Jaslyn has this very funny controversy surrounding her, she and her BFs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, she's a nice gal and she's cute. At least very humourous when we start suaning her. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't mistake that as something. I'm NOT, NOT her BF. So shut up about this load of cow farts. It's DALLAS. Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, people got even funnier. Loo Yong became the target of Ryan's harassment at one lecture. As usual, cuz I kena-ed it fucking hell bad during one lecture. He tap tap here, touch touch there,  then whack my head. Then pretend it wasn't him. SO OBVIOUS lah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in Physics Prac lesson, people were gang-touching on Kai Tai. Then Ryan go and tap him and Kai Tai turned around so fast and saw his hand. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, people sabo here and there, then Ryan look like pervert in front of Physics teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got one time, assembly period, gt some spastic skit about locker rental. But also quite funny ("ARK KOOL AAAAND THROW", "wash butt, wash face, ... ..."). Fucking spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, screw the people who call me "Xiao Qiang (小强)" or "Qiang Qiang (强强)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The former refers to "cockroach". The latter sounds gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, have a great day everyone. =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-752124873951950719?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/752124873951950719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=752124873951950719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/752124873951950719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/752124873951950719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2010/02/23-february-2010-tuesday.html' title='23 February, 2010, Tuesday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-542754844107340226</id><published>2010-02-17T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T19:17:28.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 February, Wednesday, 2010</title><content type='html'>Just to recap on the day before CNY, where we still had SCHOOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sort of potluck-cum-Thanksgiving. Some people in my class were giving out little snacks like marshmallows and chocolates (mostly girls). It was cool, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had this troupe which came to perform 3 dances: Dragon dance, Xuanwu dance and Lion dance. The dragon dance wasn't that all good because of the extremely limited space in the assembly plaza. The Xuanwu looked so weird, for I don't know why. The lion was in hot pink, plus it was trying to catch oranges thrown by chosen participants. End up it missed some times and finally smashed the poor lil' orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was terribly boring. Next up was some retarded concert, whereby the only thing funny was the Xiang Sheng. The MCs Daniel Yap and Melissa (from the OMG Dance Club)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Daniel Yap's attire was weird.&lt;br /&gt;2. Melissa and her 'ark kool' (act cool). Maybe she's the next Ris Low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more retarded was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, they said it was the end of the show, could go home, let the teachers go first.&lt;br /&gt;And then, they said, stay back for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, they said, go down to the canteen for some Friendship Week event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I FUCKING CARE about this stupid retarded Angels and Mortals (Demons XD) bullshit. Though I received an &lt;em&gt;origami&lt;/em&gt; butterfly from a gal (angel) I don't know. At least I received something.  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, things are shifting back to a serious note (although the teachers are good jokers at times). Homework after homework... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got to adapt to JC life now (which is boring me off now...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to add on, ate a plate of sucky chicken rice for lunch at school canteen. All skin and crappy rice. OMYGAWD sia, I'd definitely eaten better stuff than that....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-542754844107340226?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/542754844107340226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=542754844107340226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/542754844107340226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/542754844107340226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2010/02/17-february-wednesday-2010.html' title='17 February, Wednesday, 2010'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-6158498679170482511</id><published>2010-02-11T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T20:34:34.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MJC Part 3</title><content type='html'>Just to sum up on life in MJC so far,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A Maths lecturer is afraid of phones (maybe due to the fact that she got jacked thrice by someone's phone). One time, someone else's phone (probably another lecturer's phone?) vibrated and the phone was next to her. She thought it was a student's phone and commented out loud that she could hear someone's phone vibrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up it was the phone lying on the table next to her. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time, a phone somewhere around my class rang and she didn't hear it. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Some subjects are simply OMFGWTF. Especially today. Physics was starting to become difficult. Somemore I don't understand everything about Economics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Meridians are classified into 2 very distinct categories: the one who REALLY mugs, and the one who REALLY doesn't mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to the former. Cuz I finished my tutorials for Chemistry and Maths already. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. MJC does not have the policy for paying for subscription of Times magazine with Edusave. Costs a bomb, you know. $232.20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it's my mom's $$$. Not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's bag was especially heavy, cuz gt some Chrystal Diary book and i also broght along the whole Econs stuff. And the new timetable finally came. Nightmare begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chrystal book is a serious load of bullshit. Not like it's very useful, with only small blank spaces to write down stuff or anything. Only enough for crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somemore, one of the teachers in charge of Chrystal is gay. The way he sways his hands and gives his talk. Reminds one of Hossan Leong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's CNY celebrations, HALF-DAY~!!! Happy EARLY CNY everybody!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-6158498679170482511?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/6158498679170482511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=6158498679170482511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/6158498679170482511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/6158498679170482511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2010/02/mjc-part-3.html' title='MJC Part 3'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-3560907929803957534</id><published>2010-02-06T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T19:11:25.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MJC Part Two</title><content type='html'>Well, for the second day of school (or so is it?)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that Times was plain rubbish. Can't even pay by EduSave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it, man. Bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm skipping subscribing to Times. And there goes my free MP4 too.... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beforehand, had some hell lot of slack time, so my class went to a corner to play R-O-C-K and Hai-Nan-Ji-Fan-La (海南鸡饭辣).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, R-O-C-K was some game whereby we sit in a circle and go in rhythm (2 claps after saying something). First a guy begins with saying a category and his first item in the category. Then, the person next to him must continue by saying another item and so on and so forth. The one who failed to continue will get one 'strike'. 3 strikes will get you to make a forfeit. One guy kena-ed but lucky that for him, time was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hainan Chicken Rice game was easier. Everyone says a word of  海南鸡饭辣 in order and the 辣 word is special. For every round the above phrase is completed, the 辣 word will be added. Means to say 1 round passed, hence have to say 海-南-鸡-饭-&lt;strong&gt;辣&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;辣&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must agree some people are retarded. Even common items also can't think up of one. Like stationery. But one got me stuck. One guy said 'Sports brand' and all those I knew were taken up. It was soon to be me and which I will 100% kena 1 strike but fortunately, the guy before me screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God save the queen. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was loads of slack and bullshit. Mostly about CCA stuff. Some HOD of PE gave some really retarded talk about choosing CCA and stuff like that. And the only thing exciting about the talk is some guy performing archery. That was the only thing cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Although the bow looked retarded and fucked-up strange. Had some very long protruding end somewhere at the bottom of the handle of the bow...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we just slacked. Looking around for slack CCAs, walking around aimlessly, like some wandering zombie. (or like LEOW  XP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the CCA showcase had its own benefits. We got to go home early!!!! No more rubbish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly hope that JC life could be manageable....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-3560907929803957534?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/3560907929803957534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=3560907929803957534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/3560907929803957534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/3560907929803957534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2010/02/mjc-part-two.html' title='MJC Part Two'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-726831984148429643</id><published>2010-02-04T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:47:30.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New days, new school, new life... in MJC</title><content type='html'>Meridian Junior College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their orientation, named Odyssey 2010, was for 3 days and begun on 1st February. Day 1 was quite hectic. Playing games outside the extremely hot, scorching sun. Dancing all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept getting me to lead a cheer. Gave me a hard-to-remember one somemore, considering that my memory was epic fail. At least they acceded to my request for hinting. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the girls... All don't want lead cheer. Keep getting the guys to do it. Then a girl finally got forced to lead. And she got an easier cheer. Sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;同人不同命...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much sun, I succumbed to illness. I suspect is heatstroke. Came back feeling sick all over, burning up with raging fever. Got myself 2 days MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. It seemed to be a blessing in disguise. Orientation day 3 was practically a nightmare, I can really imagine that. Coming back home at 10pm +++ is definitely tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had my first record of hitting a temperature of 38.1 degrees when I made a trip to a nearby clinic. It got me pretty shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't understand was that why would I get runny nose when I've been cooked under the sun for fucking long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moral of the lesson : Exposing yourself to the sun sure helps give you vitamin D, but don't bother trying to get too much of it. The heat of the fucking sun can torment you enough, or maybe fry you nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, at least I survived one day to receive my Odyssey Pack.&lt;br /&gt;Contained a bandana, some Post-It notes, shoelaces, 2 shirts, some tattoos, a shoebag, a piece of cloth (a handkerchief?) and a badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I hear some funny guy lamenting about the pack, which he alleged was 'stupid' cuz last year's batch got thumbdrive and some other blah blah blah which was far better than our bleh bleh bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better not hope too much. What if the thumbdrives had Trojan horses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for vitamin D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after all that blah blah blah about orientation, it was finally the first day of school (not anymore if you count orientation as the first day, but most people don't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiok hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, not that bad. At least got loads of time to slack myself off. Pity that I had nothing to do and ended up lazing around for around 2 fucking hours cuz there were no lectures for my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, things get really ironic. When we feel shack, we want slack. Then when He gives us slack, he overdoses it and ends up we don't want slack anymore. What an imbalance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, MJC is fucking hot most of the time cuz there's not much shade inside there. So much open space to the fucking hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I feel dread for tomorrow's schedule. CCA recruitment. I'm so undecided (although I'm not in a position to comment on whether the CCA sucks cuz I'm not physically fit that will make them want me)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit lah. Maybe I just settle for some fucking slack CCA. Then slack my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to good health and a better tomorrow~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-726831984148429643?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/726831984148429643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=726831984148429643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/726831984148429643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/726831984148429643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-days-new-school-new-life-in-mjc.html' title='New days, new school, new life... in MJC'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-3920618671310442111</id><published>2010-01-11T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:02:16.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 January, 2010, Monday</title><content type='html'>Hi hi fans, long time no see~! (or more of talk?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got 9 points for my L1R5 of the O Levels. I feel sad for KT for getting 10+, but I don't know what to say to make things better. Today's the bittersweet moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, the first nightmare's over. Now to decide which JC to go, with a weird-cum-shitty point of 9...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It'll be 2 years more down the road before we see whether the Mayan prophecy was true. 2012!!! (the movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ris Low recently named as Most Famous Person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Malaysia crumbles under the argument of using the word 'Allah' in Christian publications, Muslims set fire to churches and a Christian school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a terrible and cruel dilemma. The PM will either have to favour the Muslims, which dominate the population here and will bring the disfavour from minority races, or favour the Christians (basically minority races), which will result in Muslim anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to add, a substitute Malay word for God is &lt;em&gt;Tuhan. &lt;/em&gt;But I wonder why the Christians do insist on using 'Allah'? Or maybe, Jesus was like Allah, so the Christians wanted to give Jesus a proper status?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is definitely for Malaysia to handle. Not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, life's filled with loads of things. Just that we do not listen, observe, think, feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Treasure life no matter what the sky chucks at you. Without your life, you fail to treasure many other things. -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-3920618671310442111?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/3920618671310442111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=3920618671310442111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/3920618671310442111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/3920618671310442111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2010/01/11-january-2010-monday.html' title='11 January, 2010, Monday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-2130571935607870891</id><published>2009-11-18T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T10:46:44.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dover Park Hospice fund raising project proves a hit for wrong reasons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE: Charity fundraisers are common in Singapore. But an initiative to raise money to help care for the dying has highlighted a less charitable side of the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunflower is a symbol of palliative care and Dover Park Hospice began selling them at Raffles Place on Monday to raise funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who donate S$5 can either plant a flower nearby or take it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on Tuesday morning, volunteers arrived to find empty grass patches as all the 1,000 sunflowers planted the day before had been taken away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefanie Yuen—Thio, chairperson, Dover Park Hospice, Fund Raising Committee, said: "Singaporeans may not have known what this was about, they may have thought it was the gerberas from the kindness movement."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no signs to indicate the sunflowers are part of a fundraiser, creating a moral dilemma for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said one woman in the street: "If everybody is taking it, people will think that it’s free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But discreet tags on the flowers pricked the conscience of some who had taken them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yuen—Thio added: "When some people who had taken it and read the little tag on the card, they found that the flowers were part of a fundraising effort. They felt really bad. A lovely lady who had taken it by mistake came back and she apologised, and she made a S$40 donation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prevent the sunflowers from being taken again, they will be put up in the morning and removed in the evening, everyday, until the Dover Park Hospice walk on Sunday. — CNA/vm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an even greater issue on this day's society. What's with people getting their every chance on 'free things' even before the Singapore Kindness Movement implemented a project about giving away sunflowers to people who want to give them to people they want to thank?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that project, there comes another one. Dover Park Hospice Care's fund-raising. But most Singaporeans are dreadfully and awfully mistaken about it. It was meant to be SOLD and NOT FREE. And people just had to take them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like saying, I go to your house when you're out and nick off something just because I think is free. Isn't it outright STEALING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sympathise with the efforts of Dover Park Hospice Care. And I utterly HATE ugly Singaporeans. Loathe them. The failures of society. In fact, I do not think it's plain ugly. It's disgusting attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that for those with conscience, they could come back and make a donation. At least pay for the $5 price tag that was set for those sunflowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have no conscience, you can go to hell and rot. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, things are getting about just fine. No more studies, making me aimless. All those playing making me sick too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tried Left 4 Dead with Janus and Kin Tuck. I was an utter disaster. Couldn't see the gun's aim and had a hard time trying to figure out how to get along properly.&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry lah, I just started mah, a beginner leh! =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Left 4 Dead wasn't as creepy as I thought. Until Kin Tuck said, "Don't shoot anything lying on the floor and has red eyes. It's a Witch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounded very ominous. Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zombies. And more zombies. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon invited me to watch Paranormal Activity with others, but I didn't enjoy ghost or horror movies, so sadly, I declined. But I really hoped to watch some comedy. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still feel bored. Too much free time. Maybe I could find some free time to &lt;em&gt;lelong&lt;/em&gt; my old school stuff....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-2130571935607870891?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/2130571935607870891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=2130571935607870891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/2130571935607870891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/2130571935607870891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/11/dover-park-hospice-fund-raising-project.html' title=''/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-1235143793847824925</id><published>2009-11-07T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:26:32.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 November, 2009, Saturday</title><content type='html'>A day after the fucked up written papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration time, but it's not really time to forget that there are still MCQ papers yet to be finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Biology paper 2, I was walking to the pedestrian crossing and I saw one big bunch of people waiting for the 'Green man'. After what seemed like minutes, I was wondering how come the traffic lights did not turn red. Then, I walked further and saw that NO ONE PRESSED THE GREEN MAN BUTTON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of over-excited idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I read loads of news and I guess some of them are far too ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Malaysian politics (Note: POLITICS)&lt;br /&gt;First, they start claiming territories. But they failed for the case of Pedra Branca. I pity Spratly and Ligitan islands. Now they are caught in a tussle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they start claiming food.&lt;br /&gt;Hainanese Chicken Rice is Malaysian? Rubbish, it should belong to the Hainans. Otherwise why is it called HAINANESE Chicken Rice? Fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they claim Bak Kut Teh. Fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't the government do something more constructive, like trying to find solutions to improve their country instead of claiming loads of shit or commenting that they are soooooo much better than Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leads me to my second point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia is going more for the stance of favouring Muslims. I'm not saying it's wrong, but it has certainly caused discrimination and social unrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the case of Malaysia where Malaysian protesters who did not want a Hindu temple to be built fooling around with a cow's head, which is the sacred symbol of Hinduism. So, they think they are freaking big and can go around abusing others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People from minority races feel undermined and marginalised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Singapore. Everyone is EQUAL. No one gets special benefits. Everyone has equal opportunities to excel. No one feels left out, everyone is treated fairly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This system is excellent as no one is favoured. I certainly do not like it when other people get priority for a job just because they are from a majority race. Life would certainly suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I shall not say any more. Politics are best left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, just for some tidbits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM READER [name omitted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST FOR GAGS [sic] ON MOBILE TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message this show gives out not funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a regular bus commuter, I am dismayed at the frequent broadcasting on Mobile TV of a show called Just For Gags [actually it's called JUST FOR LAUGHS : GAGS, JACK-ASS].&lt;br /&gt;All too often, it features situations in which people are set up to be frightened, embarrassed or made to look ridiculous, and viewers are meant to laugh at this.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the episodes, such as a post box that keeps "moving" when someone tries to post a letter in it, are funny. But others, in which the unwilling participants are shown to be frightened or in trouble, are not.&lt;br /&gt;Airing such shows encourages people to see others in difficulty as a funny thing.&lt;br /&gt;We are already facing issues of people not being public-spirited enough, and laughing at someone whose foot is stuck in a manhole or something like that will only make matters worse.&lt;br /&gt;I also worry about the effect this has on children, because the show gives out the message that it is acceptable to laugh at people in difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You also find some stuff funny, so doesn't that imply you are hypocritical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also laugh, so that means &lt;em&gt;your children&lt;/em&gt; will grow up &lt;em&gt;laughing at people in difficulties&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This show &lt;em&gt;won't affect children&lt;/em&gt;, because they will certainly be wise enough to think. Unless you say that they are all idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The unwilling participants are not exactly in trouble. Even if you feel concerned for them, you don't necessarily have to over-react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, life certainly needs some form of humour. Please, this show does not cause harm to those involved. Like the old saying, "&lt;em&gt;Don't like it? Don't see lor&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you public-spirited? If you are not, you have no rights to critise others. For example, &lt;em&gt;are you one of those Singaporeans who do not give up their seat to the elderly&lt;/em&gt;? Pregnant women? People with kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I sure proudly say that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, all these just boils down to one message. Don't like? Then don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is certainly making a mountain out of a molehill. Stop living in the medieval times and think so narrow-mindedly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-1235143793847824925?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/1235143793847824925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=1235143793847824925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1235143793847824925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1235143793847824925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/11/7-november-2009-saturday.html' title='7 November, 2009, Saturday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-4035461340075510067</id><published>2009-11-02T19:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:17:54.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 November, Monday, 2009</title><content type='html'>I cried over Social Studies paper again. What a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not meet my expectations of completing my paper in time, as well as doing them properly. So much for false hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, for the Ris Low Saga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/-Milestones-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Won the beauty pageant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Screwed up her English in a RazorTV interview, giving rise to the 'Boomz' epidemic.&lt;br /&gt;- Sub-milestone - Got slammed by many ironic Singaporeans, but many others came to her defense&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Horse-pee-tell-li-tee (hospitality)&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Steel (still)&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Preenz (prints)&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; rad (red)&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Boomz (Booms) (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Classmates started more Boomz jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Boomz : means having a huge impact ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gained more media coverage, uncovering her past misdeeds (the credit card fraud)&lt;br /&gt;- Sub-milestone - Counter-slammed Claire Lee for 'exposing' her crime, started shaming her in front of media&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stripped of her title, she steps down. The initial saga fades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now a new word added to the Ris Low's dickshennery of spoeken Engrish: SHINGZ~!&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; New controversy arise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Classmates now switch to Shingz randomly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Shingz : means whatever, heck, fuck, etc ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a perfect kind of saga to induce laughter into our lives. But I do admit it's time to stop paying attention to her jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Although I still felt inclined to slap Ris Low for all her crap-talking, like Shingz for the instant...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had a stressful day, just hope that I won't screw up for the O Levels. Good luck everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-4035461340075510067?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/4035461340075510067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=4035461340075510067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/4035461340075510067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/4035461340075510067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/11/2-november-monday-2009.html' title='2 November, Monday, 2009'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-5372761049654916528</id><published>2009-10-15T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:15:34.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 October, 2009, Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a screwed up day for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The birthday party was funny:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. There were no paper plates. Used cardboard torn out from the cake box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I was eating duck porridge and the cake just had to coincide with my lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Many people were either playing chess, pool or table soccer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Some people kept bastarding me. So terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I lost the mood to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Had a mental breakdown from studying stress. Cried after doing a few questions of maths from Crescent Girl's paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was still sort of memorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryan Foo's party wasn't bad, 2 days ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of people came, I was very very surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to prank him ,but he was too blur to be pranked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Wee Liang were supposed to go to him, 'knock knock' on his door, wait till he welcomes us and we say "Hi, only we 2 came, cuz the rest couldn't make it, they're at Clement's house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the rest would spring out suddenly and try to surprise him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was so freakin blur and disorientated cuz we came too early, to think the others blamed us for spoiling the surprise.... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played bridge, chess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people played Twister. One looked very sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/StcQG5bfTYI/AAAAAAAAAkc/wvoAPX0dexQ/s1600-h/LGIM0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392796789480836482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/StcQG5bfTYI/AAAAAAAAAkc/wvoAPX0dexQ/s200/LGIM0033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday cake. Sorry for the blur (Mr. Ikhwan's style: did that on purpose~!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/StcQGegkc4I/AAAAAAAAAkU/XK8oBlKmXcE/s1600-h/LGIM0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392796782254388098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/StcQGegkc4I/AAAAAAAAAkU/XK8oBlKmXcE/s200/LGIM0032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Kai was practically taking Kai Tai for a stool. SICK~! -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted loads of time, stayed until 4++, omygawd! (could be used for studying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, had some great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ouyang sent us (4E guys) a postcard with her handwritten message. Felt inspired to study and was touched by her caring attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU MRS JENNIFER OUYANG~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the best to everyone, study as hard as you can (but don't burst like me) and persevere through this piece of shit. BREAK 10, PEOPLE! LET'S GO~!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-5372761049654916528?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/5372761049654916528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=5372761049654916528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/5372761049654916528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/5372761049654916528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/10/15-october-2009-thursday.html' title='15 October, 2009, Thursday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/StcQG5bfTYI/AAAAAAAAAkc/wvoAPX0dexQ/s72-c/LGIM0033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-4216109852976834935</id><published>2009-10-09T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:28:49.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 October, 2009, Friday</title><content type='html'>Aha, no school today! (as in lessons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Low announced that today was a free day for us, so R-E-L-A-X!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's Graduation Day today, I'm gonna wear a suit. Hopefully I don't look stupid or something... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, there's implications of Graduation Day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wearing formal attire and bringing a casual bag. Looks so weird, unordinary. People definitely will cast looks on us, bleagh..... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Costly. Buying these shoes, shirts, pants cost quite some bomb (for a tiny person like me~!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's gonna be a memorable day. Hopefully it will be really fun (besides the dinner).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, got back my result slip. Got an L1R5 of 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13! What an unfortunate number! (sorry, but I think I'm a bit superstitious =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I think I improved. (with a series of moderation) Feel envious of people who broke 10, sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went for NSP. Clement and Wee Liang were back to their mischevious, noisy state, causing me to laugh loudly and disturbing innocent Yong Yang in the meantime. Sorry, Yong Yang~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did our initial studying in the Flexi room. Switched on the air-con and was so cool. Quiet if it wasn't for those two people I mentioned above XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think they called me noisy... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, couldn't sleep last night, I was soooo looking forward to this great day. I'll be sad to leave this school, cuz I made good friends here (although some just simply like to bastard me...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my good (or best; actually some good some best) friends are:&lt;br /&gt;(not in any order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Joseph (met him since Sec 1, in class 1B : remember Pesvien Neo??? XD)&lt;br /&gt;2. Yong Yang (same as above too)&lt;br /&gt;3. Clement&lt;br /&gt;4. Brandon (bridge khaki)&lt;br /&gt;5. Wee Liang&lt;br /&gt;6. Sean&lt;br /&gt;7. Wei Jian&lt;br /&gt;8. Bryan Yong (actually I met him since Sec 1 in Scouts)&lt;br /&gt;9. Yong Kang (he's sooo nice to me~!!!)&lt;br /&gt;10. Leroy (I apologize for disturbing you in any way, you can whack me to death now =P)&lt;br /&gt;11. Darryl (Although I don't really talk to him much, he's quite a nice guy really. He stands up for me. Thank you very much ^.^)&lt;br /&gt;12. Haafiz (the prefect who's always late, but still is a nice guy XD)&lt;br /&gt;13. Jonathan (the bridge khaki)&lt;br /&gt;14. Zhong Yun (although he keeps bastarding me, but never mind)&lt;br /&gt;15. Qi Koi (same as above, but I met him in Scouts too, he's a nice guy too)&lt;br /&gt;16. Kay Fong (although he's a really big guy, he's nice to small lil' kiddo's like me XDXD)&lt;br /&gt;17. Dong Hao&lt;br /&gt;18. Kun Hao (met him in Scouts)&lt;br /&gt;19. Zi Zun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for those who keeps irritating me. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;1. Si Kai (always call me 小的 - little one)&lt;br /&gt;2. Sean (keeps suan-ing me)&lt;br /&gt;3. Leroy (same as Si Kai, always undermining me)&lt;br /&gt;4. Bryan Foo (never mind, I now exact my revenge!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Kent (keeps making fun of me)&lt;br /&gt;6. Thenaesh (you already know why)&lt;br /&gt;7. Blah Blah Blah (those who irritated me, you know whether you go into this list)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I shall be forgiving, and announce that ignorance is the best policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OCTOBER - DECEMBER PEOPLE OF 4E~!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-4216109852976834935?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/4216109852976834935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=4216109852976834935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/4216109852976834935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/4216109852976834935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/10/9-october-2009-friday.html' title='9 October, 2009, Friday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-3285293487383345758</id><published>2009-10-07T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T18:09:30.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 October, 2009, Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Firstly, studies (*groans* again...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leow gave us ANOTHER Biology Mock Exam paper in class, cuz she gave out the wrong paper during the actual Mock test...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMYGAWD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But fortunately, I finished the paper several minutes after end of school time. So I got home pretty early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, for more news of the fire at the mosque, here's the link:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.ne/"&gt;http://sg.ne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/cna/20091006/tap-652-major-fire-causes-150-evacuate-231650b.html"&gt;ws.yahoo.com/cna/20091006/tap-652-major-fire-causes-150-evacuate-231650b.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;= Memories =&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid things that I managed to find over the internet:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Video of VS khaki-pants-losers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NZAi1ryQIqo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NZAi1ryQIqo&lt;/a&gt; (Episode 1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gbo9KaOQt6s&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gbo9KaOQt6s&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt; (Episode 2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SgForums : Army boys should not be allowed on public buses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgforums.com/forums/10/topics/368533"&gt;http://sgforums.com/forums/10/topics/368533&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Anyway it's got lots of critism against the stupid fella who posted this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby Dancing to Beyonce's video:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.vi/"&gt;http://sg.vi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.video.yahoo.com/watch/6089195/15822379"&gt;deo.yahoo.com/watch/6089195/15822379&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parody of Condolezza Rice and George Bush:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yout/"&gt;http://www.yout&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_N6wbxbihHw"&gt;ube.com/watch?v=_N6wbxbihHw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for some tidbits:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SsxmctGyfVI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Q-ctF5OAcig/s1600-h/Spinning-lady-5693171.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389795497386081618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SsxmctGyfVI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Q-ctF5OAcig/s200/Spinning-lady-5693171.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE Right Brain vs Left Brain test ... do you see the dancer turning clockwise or anti-clockwise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If clockwise, then you use more of the right side of the brain and vice versa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of us would see the dancer turning anti-clockwise though you can try to focus and change the direction; see if you can do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LEFT BRAIN FUNCTIONS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uses logic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;detail oriented&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;facts rule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;words and language&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;present and past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;math and science&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can comprehend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;acknowledges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;order/pattern perception&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knows object name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reality based&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forms strategies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;practical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;safe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIGHT BRAIN FUNCTIONS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uses feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"big picture" oriented&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;imagination rules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;symbols and images&lt;br /&gt;present and future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;philosophy &amp;amp; religion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can "get it" (i.e. meaning)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;believes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;appreciates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spatial perception&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knows object function&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fantasy based&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;presents possibilities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;impetuous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;risk taking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- I'm LEFT BRAINED~!! --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-3285293487383345758?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/3285293487383345758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=3285293487383345758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/3285293487383345758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/3285293487383345758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/10/7-october-2009-wednesday.html' title='7 October, 2009, Wednesday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SsxmctGyfVI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Q-ctF5OAcig/s72-c/Spinning-lady-5693171.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-2617154375066572680</id><published>2009-10-06T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:22:42.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 October, 2009, Tuesday</title><content type='html'>A fire broke out at (or near, I don't know) Kampong Siglap Mosque. At first, there was nothing. That was during the later end of English lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, lots of smoke was billowing out into the sky, then someone in my class shouted 'NUCLEAR BOMB~!' and thus caught our attention. We then rushed out to investigate what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, we couldn't see the fire, only loads and loads of smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zi Zun did the only thing no one else did. Call 995 (although someone else already reported the incident before he did). The rest (sadly, including me XD) just talked, watched, sprout racist comments, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One quote from 2 Secondary 4s was : "Eh, the Muslims dunnid go and pray on Friday lo!"&lt;br /&gt;Somemore, loads and loads of people were taking photos. Forget the fact that I wanted the picture later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was outright horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that, an explosion rocked the minaret of the mosque and something flew out (I dunno what were those things). That was scary. It really felt like a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the fire shown itself. Plus the SCDF came and put out the fire. It took them quite long to extinguish the fire, considering that it was pretty big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost the whole roof got burned off. Will upload the pic next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just had some interesting memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Bedok after NSP (Night Study Programme) with Sean, Si Kai and Yong Kang and the three ate there. I wasn't hungry at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong Kang bought some yam paste, Sean bought Tau Suan and Si Kai bought some Bobo Chacha (called Mo Mo Char Char by the dessert stall).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong Kang ended up eating 'hair gel', Si Kai got some 'sweet potato soup' and Sean got 'bean soup'. I couldn't stop myself from laughing at them -- their desserts tasted horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean was complaining that there wasn't any 'you tiao', Si Kai's Bobo Chacha was over-soupy and Yong Kang's yam paste was tasteless and sticky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food. What glorious food. LOL    XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's all that I wanna say. Talk more next time =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-2617154375066572680?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/2617154375066572680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=2617154375066572680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/2617154375066572680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/2617154375066572680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/10/6-october-2009-tuesday.html' title='6 October, 2009, Tuesday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-5236590841447378184</id><published>2009-10-05T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:34:52.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 October, 2009, Monday</title><content type='html'>Firstly, let's kick-start with studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugged hard enough for SS (Social Studies) on the topic of Governance and Healthcare. I was half-thinking that it would not come out. I did not study Venice because it came out during Prelim 2s. To my amazement, Healthcare came out and I let out a shout of 'YES~!!!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's the point? Come on, it's NOT MARKED, we couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, back to my life (aww... always boring...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers are getting ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I came back home, saw my brother sleeping in the bedroom with the lights up along with the fans, the TV power still on (although the TV wasn't on)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intended to switch off the lights, but the pull-switch for the lights broke, so it meant I had to climb to the bed he was sleeping on and twist the bulb until it disconnects from the electric casing (ah wadever...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't want to disturb him, so I just settled that part with switching off the power of the fan-cum-lamp. I also went to switch off the power of the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still, my 2nd brother was still playing computer games (POKEMON, WDH~! For HIS AGE of 17???). Heck, that was always part of his life: eat, sleep, drink, watch TV, play, nothing constructive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after a bath, my brother woke up and started swearing at me for his stupid fan. I proceeded to question him about the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OMYGAWD, he said that he left the TV power on purposefully. WDH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think he'd always kao-peh-ed at me for conserving power. One awful hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, my brother was playing computer games. Sigh, what a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another awful hypocrite: Thenaesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like laughing at him. Not for his hypocrisy. But for what exactly happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenaesh kept saying he wanted to pon-tank Camp EMERGE. I thought, okay, go ahead, no one's stopping you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day itself, he came. Without a tie somemore. We're supposed to wear a tie on that fateful day. He changed his mind. Last-minute, by the looks of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he kena scolded my Mr. Maran. Pwned upside down. My insides were rupturing with trying to hold my laughter. Total ownage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things are getting less tiring now. Surprise Mock Exam 1 is ending tomorrow, or so I think. I'm hoping there won't be a Bio Mock Test tomorrow, Ms Leow shocked my whole class when she wrote on the whiteboard that she gave us a combined science Biology paper instead of the VS Mock Paper we were supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMYGAWD! How could she be so careless? So blur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she has a heart of gold. She bought everyone in my class a bar of Toblerone chocolate. Swt~*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't eaten that bar of chocolate. Spam-bought chocolate at a chocolate fair in my school canteen, hosted by 'The Cocoa Trees'. A whole array of chocolates, OH MY HOLY~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone now. Sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And onto before Graduation Day (which is on this Friday...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I went to Tampines Street 80++ to find clothes for my Graduation Day. Two shops I went to told me either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) They don't have my size of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;2) They don't sell long-sleeved clothes.&lt;br /&gt;3) Tailoring takes too long, can't make it on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never mind, went to Bedok to get my clothes. Yeah, they got my size (not really, over-exceed by quite a little bit. Just fold in the excess section can le  =D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a blazer, long black pants and a white long-sleeved shirt. Went to buy my leather shoes at Bata, still at Bedok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long live Bedok~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total cost : $150+&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I've gotta dig out my savings to pay this amount to my dad. Owned my savings. WDH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the controversial Ris Low (as well as her 'Boomz'):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One article that appeared on the newspaper really got my attention. Ris Low (the dethroned beauty queen) and Claire Lee (the runner-up) engaged in a battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ris Low claims that Claire Lee backstabbed her about her credit card fraud case. She said that she told her that she had a case. Claire Lee denied this.&lt;br /&gt;- Insert - : She's supposed to declare her criminal records if any, according to rules of the beauty pageant. She didn't, claiming that no one asked her about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, never ask doesn't mean they don't care right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ris Low also said that she had a recording of a conversation between Claire and herself, and it contained Claire saying things about hating the pageant or something. Claire denied this too.&lt;br /&gt;- Insert - : Now then you bring it up? Zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for her powderful speekch on RazorTV, some of her bloopers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Currently I'm majoring in my Diploma in Health Science and &lt;strong&gt;Horse Pee Telly Tee&lt;/strong&gt; (hospitality) and Travel Tourism."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right now, I'm studying &lt;strong&gt;steel &lt;/strong&gt;(still)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I'm feeling naughty, then I'll wear something &lt;strong&gt;rad&lt;/strong&gt; (red) and loud. Something, you know, &lt;strong&gt;BOOMZ&lt;/strong&gt; (booms)!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The thing I've worn is a piece of &lt;strong&gt;bigini&lt;/strong&gt; (bikini) and just jeans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love safari, I love leopard &lt;strong&gt;preenz&lt;/strong&gt; (prints). You know, &lt;strong&gt;zebraaaaa&lt;/strong&gt; (zebra)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, many Singaporeans speak like that and they trash people like that. Look at other people, their &lt;strong&gt;LAH, LE, LOR. &lt;/strong&gt;I feel bad about Ris Low's plight but this is our society that we are talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This greatly reflects a society problem that needs to be corrected urgently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-5236590841447378184?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/5236590841447378184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=5236590841447378184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/5236590841447378184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/5236590841447378184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/10/5-october-2009-monday.html' title='5 October, 2009, Monday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-7299714592236370546</id><published>2009-09-22T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:32:09.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 September, 2009, Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Prelim 2 results are coming back, slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EM: A1&lt;br /&gt;PHY: A2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R2 = 3 (eeee Bryan Yong got 2 cuz his Physics got A1 XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I felt that I have improved for this time's English, i got 28/50 for paper 2, not like my last times' epic failures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Physics remains a mystery for me... it's still stuck at A2 - B range. My MT marks were disappointing though. Kept getting lower than Leroy and Yong Yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong Yang beat me in Physics too, with an A1. Bleagh XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies aside, I'm intending to start off muggin soon. But my spirit and my mind is always nagging at me to play. Strange symptom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, lessons with my Humanities teacher is getting dull, boring and unbearable. Maybe it's because he's bastarding me many times from last year until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I am  just gonna notify people (who got my Physics notes) about some erratum and create a timetable for the O-level exam schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the ultimatium within my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father blew up one day for perfectly nothing and made me disappointed and agitated with his weird antics. Shouting for no particular reason (so what if me and my brothers did not pray immediately? -- I'm a Taoist, by the way) and that my brothers did not even help to tidy the bed and mattress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got me to my limits. This time, I'm gonna ignore him. I do my things, he does his. If he isn't happy, that's his own problem, cuz he's doing his own things. I'm fed up of him and his shitty aggression, and that's gonna make me stay away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's feeling lonely and he's trying to get me to pay attention to him. But, no way, never, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He threatened to tear up the whole family in front of my mum. If he ever dares to do that, I'll take a knife and stab it through his neck and severe his head off his torso. No way shall he do anything. He's not gonna dare to hurt my mom, cuz I love her. She was the one who showered the most care on me (besides my grandmother) and thus I feel that it's my duty to protect her, safeguard her feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ruined family. What a terrible life. And there's freakin retards out there picking on me because I haven't reached the freakin puberty and have a short stature and a high-pitched voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genetics. What fuckers are those who are educated but are simply happy to pick on me. Fuckheads. Fucked up assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is indeed terrible, I am hoping to be blessed with a peaceful and normal life after I died and reincarnate. If not, I swear that this life is filled with many many sad and grave regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what have I done in my past life to deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, let's look at the bright side. Anyway, I am slightly hopeful that my results are improving. My English, and my Physics. I am grateful that my results are not an epic fail form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good luck to everyone taking the O's. May we beat this huge challenge and get it over and done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-7299714592236370546?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/7299714592236370546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=7299714592236370546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/7299714592236370546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/7299714592236370546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/09/22-september-2009-tuesday.html' title='22 September, 2009, Tuesday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-454359903446558640</id><published>2009-09-15T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:46:12.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 September, 2009, Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Finally Prelim 2's over. Plus 2 days of marking day to do (ahem MATHS?) my own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But teachers~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to spoil the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths teachers giving out Maths worksheets to do. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But worse are those who signed up for some course. All their slack marking day filled up with crap. HAHA~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy marking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to talk much now, trying to recover from aftereffects of studying or slacking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-454359903446558640?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/454359903446558640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=454359903446558640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/454359903446558640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/454359903446558640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/09/15-september-2009-tuesday.html' title='15 September, 2009, Tuesday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-7979359003264901192</id><published>2009-09-07T17:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:04:16.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bride Can't Stop Laughing During Vows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/clw7SAJs_6w' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/clw7SAJs_6w'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tis' funny... she keeps laughing for the rest of the ceremony, just because her husband pronounces 'lawfully' as 'wawfully'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWL~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-7979359003264901192?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/7979359003264901192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=7979359003264901192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/7979359003264901192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/7979359003264901192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/09/bride-can-stop-laughing-during-vows.html' title='Bride Can&amp;#39;t Stop Laughing During Vows'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-1982674398496037959</id><published>2009-09-04T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:53:11.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 September, 2009, Friday</title><content type='html'>Whoa, finally free now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a terrible nightmare having flu. I'm actually still having it now but it's not so bad le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember the first few days... terrible seh. Sneeze over 20 times. Go IKEA restaurant also sneeze. But I got to eat my spaghetti, their special salmon with really great sauce, Swedish meatballs and cheesecake~! WOW, i recommend you guys find just 1 day to dine at IKEA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity they ran out of cream of mushroom soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the fucking flu, it was a nightmare. Cough, running nose, sneezing, sore throat. Unfortunate that I didn't measure my temperature or else I could conclude with a fever and get 7 days leave of absence. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly wished that the H1N1 would receive more drastic measures like the closing of schools so that we have sooo much more time relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Actually so freaking wrong to say this in light of the ongoing Prelim 2s and the around the averagely-distant Os.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet paper was my Jesus. My goddess. Salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Not diarrhoea, but the constant flow of mucus. (YUK) Horrible hellish nights to spend. Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;Now not so bad, although I am attempting to resist taking drugs and ending up failing. Took Decolgen (TM)... 2 pills or 3 and Zerin (TM). 1 time my headache so bad, I so fucking couldn't think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so stupid as to elaborate on flu right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I missed the Teachers' Day celebrations and the cool party that came along (wanted to play cards there) and wanted to give those female teachers gifts (I dunno what to giv for male ones, but I wonder whether I could give Mr. Ikhuan (er, U or W?) a jack-in-the-box... Give him a nice cool insult for once, for all the time he's whacking me in place of Kun Hao when he's the one talking; perfect punch to his face.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the flu, I enjoyed myself for having the whole day to myself. Prelim 2s scaring the hell out of me, especially when I studied only the theme on governance for SS and found out it was Venice + Bonding + XXX... =.= (lucky I had last minute coverage of Venice but I still think I will fail).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger.com having a 'got-hacked' scene and I'm keying everything in that page. Wonder the future implications. But I don't think hackers will want to steal my passwords or even bother about it cuz it's all about childish stuff like Msplestory, my personal mail without business passwords and other lame stuff, like music accounts, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to things like that, it also includes my FaceBook... hmm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWSPAPER REPORT IN THE STRAITS TIMES REPORTED ABOUT A FACEBOOK SCAM WHICH SENDS MAIL TO FRIENDS INDICATING THAT 'HE' IS STUCK IN SOME COUNTRY WITH NO MONEY AND INTENDS FOR YOU TO WIRE TO HIM SOME MONEY WHEN THE 'HE' IS IN FACT A HACKER MANIPULATING HIS ACCOUNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. It's great to read up newspapers (nah, not the sports section).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories, stories and more stories. Can't believe I'm doing this at 9pm to 10++pm, going to be at 11pm. OHMYGAWD~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great time ahead as you brace yourself for exams, guys~! Wish you all good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-1982674398496037959?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/1982674398496037959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=1982674398496037959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1982674398496037959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1982674398496037959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/09/4-september-2009-friday.html' title='4 September, 2009, Friday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-9022593781256073480</id><published>2009-08-07T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:14:21.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 August, 2009, Friday</title><content type='html'>Just found Brandon's blog. Lots of really shocking stories from him, that really made me worry about him. His life, his feelings, all took me by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from one of his posts, he wrote about Kai Yi losing his PSP. I really felt sick and saddened by this. That must have cost him loads of money. Why seek such desperate measures just to get fun or lay hands on something? Even more so that the item does not belong to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are INDEED stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When humans first evolved, there was no such thing called 'machines' or 'technology'. All they had were just raw materials. Yet, they were smart. They knew how to start a fire, how to hunt, how to dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When machinery and technology wormed their way in the later centuries, people start to become stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There's one nice Earth for us to live in, yet what do we do? We pollute it and cause such devastation. Yet we all start wondering, 'Hey, what's going on? Who did this? What the heck?'. Fancy we doing stuff without even knowing that we ourselves did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nice parks and beaches to relax in. What do we do next? Just chuck a hell load of rubbish into the seas, the grasses, thinking that, 'Hey, no one's watching, I can do A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G I want~!' and then we just pollute poor places just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if you were a plant. Would you fucking hell of enjoy having rubbish thrown on your head? Or smeared right all over you? I swear you will definitely not like it, I bet my whole life on it (unless you tell me you are a swine and enjoy wadding in the mud and getting yourself as filthy as shit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Advancement of technology only caused much devastation to Earth. How I wished for the time, where there was no such thing called technology. There, perhaps, would have no exams, nothing shitty and stressing, like homework or enduring shit projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate present humans who are simply too dumb to think. So what if you have the intellect? Without conscience or civic-mindedness or common sense, you are just a lone soul cast aside by the majority. Brains does not necessarily mean everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say this, but humans are sending themselves to their graves. I wonder why no countries are taking up really solid measures like banning personal cars on roads. Although this might get an outcry from fucked-up slackers who insist on having comfort, I swear this will drastically improve the global warming situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I should stop being over-reactive. Now back to the PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so freakin good about stealing a PSP and feeling good all over it? It's STEALING. It's a moral sin and I bet that that idiot thief must have no conscience at all. What's so great about stealing a PSP? The thrill? No, it is a sin that will destroy your morality. So what if you think, nope, I don't feel anything? Maybe far into the future, you might envision yourself sitting behind bars. That's the jail, you perfect arsehole of a thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the really pathetic thief who think's he succeeded: You are dumb and plain stupid and I feel utterly sorry for you. Your future is now covered in shit and I have nothing else for you now. If I ever know that you did it, I swear to the heavens I will turn your shithead of a name in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after some really stupid exams, like O Level SPA and Mock Exams, still more screwed up exams. Prelim 2. Couldn't they just abolish the freakin mock exam when we already have more than enough worries drifting and looming over us? It just feels like a 10-tonne weight resting on our shoulders. So much shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is stupid. Perhaps our extinction will approach soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08 minutes 13 seconds  for light to reach us. When the sun explodes, we will expect to see total darkness after this period of time. Worse off than solar eclipse. All hell will break loose. Everywhere will feel cold and will be enshrouded in golbal darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life. Will. Perish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time since I've blogged, needed to expel my pent-up emotions boiling within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is getting stupider and stupider. I really wished I was never born. Never. Life is filled with lots of crap. Can't take this stress taking a toll on my body. Life is like a hopeless route to death. Simply filled with exams, work and illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, everyone will die. But everything is a matter of time. Maybe dying early could really feel better.... Like this, it's a direct end of the road of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught in anguish and frustration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ カウントダウン ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1453627389400695847562.........:56:07 [ 回良い探しているが、時間を蒔きの計数は、右側の最後の最後に... ]&lt;br /&gt;04:44:44 , 04/04/04 [ 死の前兆 ]&lt;br /&gt;12:34:56 , 07/08/09 [ 別の前兆 ]&lt;br /&gt;03:14:15926535.... [ π 前兆 ]&lt;br /&gt;00:00:00 [ 生活消滅する. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ この日は、太陽が死ぬときは、全世界を闇に投げ出される... すべての場所、凍結地獄のような寒さになります。地球温暖化を徐々に、地球上の損失をもたらすだろう。人々は、地球の土地を、永遠の孤独感でいっぱいにスローされますが消滅する... ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-9022593781256073480?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/9022593781256073480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=9022593781256073480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/9022593781256073480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/9022593781256073480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/08/7-august-2009-friday.html' title='7 August, 2009, Friday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-4481851411467717681</id><published>2009-07-28T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:52:09.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 July, 2009, Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Things are getting really frustrating right now, Mock Exams taking a toll on my free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is getting really horrendous, lots of work to do and stupid exams twisting my brains like knots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of life is seriously unbearable. Can't they just leave us to study in peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NSP (Night Study Programme) not helping enough too. Too hot in there, couldn't they use some other facility to let us cool down and not chuck us at the canteen, where it is freakin hot after the hot afternoon sun. Felt like toast, and got even worse cuz the NSP I attended was on Monday, where I had PE lessons on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, celebrate on my passing of Standing Broad Jump. After tries and tries and making my feet go sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is working night shift now, so I won't get to see her much if I keep falling asleep at 10pm. My dad also have some night shifts too, leaving only my brothers and my grandma (whom I love so much, she dotes on me =D). I like my grandma, although the only thing she does to get at my raw nerve is to keep nagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that nagging kills, but she is constantly nagging about things that I already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, according to a chinese idiom, 'Bu ting lao ren yan, chi kui zai yan qian', meaning that if we fail to listen to old people's words of wisdom, we will only get into trouble. Well said, but I haven't received the full impact of this effect yet. Haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am feeling pretty stressed out and hopefully the stinking mock exams will clear up soon. Teachers stuffin homework after homework into our bags, I'm pretty sure I feel like punching them soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-4481851411467717681?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/4481851411467717681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=4481851411467717681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/4481851411467717681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/4481851411467717681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/07/28-july-2009-tuesday.html' title='28 July, 2009, Tuesday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-7933200365941471370</id><published>2009-07-25T08:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:52:35.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 July, 2009, Saturday</title><content type='html'>It is now many many weeks since Michael Jackson has died. But investigations to his death is still going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad for him because he died full of regrets and sorrow. For instance, his debts, his accusations of having sex with a child, and many other things pointing their fingers at him. Hopefully he will find peace and freedom in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, many tests are going on, and I screwed up my O levels MT listening comprehension. Felt devastated... Words meant nothing to my sadness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the latest issue of solar eclipse, a never-before-seen-phenomenon occuring finally after last 15 years of my birth XD. But Singapore did not get the full impact... Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a nice sight to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all we got was strong winds and heavy rains. Samuel Lee said there was going to be a tsunami, but the sea was fogged out soon after. All I felt was cold and more cold. Bleagh~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, I screwed up my Geog Humanities paper too. Luckily I had a clue. (can't reveal exactly... this is a grave matter that must be kept confidential!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are certainly not going as well as expected... hopefully things will get better soon, for me. Exams and more exams in full fledge, who won't find it stressful? (except for those who did not study at all, not even a page....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-7933200365941471370?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/7933200365941471370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=7933200365941471370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/7933200365941471370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/7933200365941471370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-is-now-many-many-weeks-since-michael.html' title='25 July, 2009, Saturday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-2165764697468886459</id><published>2009-07-06T11:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:40:04.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 July 2009, Monday</title><content type='html'>I had some very bad misfortunes within this week or perhaps, last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. O level Chinese Oral Exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get the reading aloud section off me easily, but I totally lost myself to nerves and I forgot key stuff that I wanted to say. Lost in translation maybe, but I felt so disappointed with myself... I was freakin nervous at that time, since it was my Os, and I had to go and screw it up~! I swear that I am fucked up... Simply words can't express how I am feeling now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mother Tongue teacher says she will know how we fared, so I hope that when I get back my results I will not slam myself on the table or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo-ing most of the time now........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Scariest Place on Earth documentary: The Bathory Castle in Transylvania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really really really scary... Never watched anything as scary as this. 1 unlucky family got chosen to investigate the Bathory Castle which was really eerie... Stories say this woman, Elizabeth Bathory murdered loads of people and bathed in their blood, and hence so many ghosts come and haunt this castle. In fact, they are called &lt;em&gt;strigoi&lt;/em&gt;, and according to the documentary, they are powerful spirits living inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, to show you how powerful and horrifying the place is, every gypsie who passes by the castle will perform a protection ritual before they ever go in, and a cleansing ritual before they go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family were supposed to investigate the place using thermal scanners, some crystal on a string or something like that, 2 rods (you were suppoed to hold them loosely such that they can turn about and when a ghost is present at a certain spot, the rods cross over each other), and lots of mumbo-jumbo stuff. It was really creepy with the show screening at night, plus lots of things were shaking and certain places turned really cold for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before they rode on a boat to the castle, some gravestone carver was screaming and shouting that they were crazy to go there and that they were seeking their deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity 1 woman who was alone in a place in the castle. She broke out in tears, to show you how terrible it was to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on, there was this narrator with a really creepy voice, sounding like a young female child with a hoarse voice sounding like pure evil. Totally freaked me out, and I came close to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole investigation, the family went on to perform the cleansing ritual. When they met at the Museum Director's Office, the gypsy who was present was speaking in some foreign language, saying only 3 of them had successfully completed the cleansing ritual, but 1 did not, and hoping that the spirits would not follow her back home, before giving a eerie laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly felt like screaming in fear~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went in at night. from 12am to 3+ am. Scariest time for this kind of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I will never want to watch this again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More information on &lt;em&gt;strigoi&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Romanian mythology, strigoi (same form singular or plural) are the troubled souls of the dead rising from the grave. Though some strigoi can be living people with certain magical properties, the strigoi vii. Some of the properties of the strigoi include: the ability to transform into an animal, invisibility, and the propensity to drain the vitality of victims via blood loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strigoaică (singular feminine form) is a witch. Strigoi are also known as "moroi" in northeastern Romania. They are close relatives of the werewolves known as "pricolici" or "vârcolaci", the latter also meaning "goblin" at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These names are derived from strigă, which in Romanian meant "witch" or "barn owl", cognate with Italian strega, which means "witch", and descended from the Latin word strix, for a shrieking vampiric bird. Strigoi viu (plural: Strigoi vii) is a living vampiric witch. Strigoi mort (plural: Strigoi morţi) is a dead (undead) vampire. They are most often associated with vampires or zombies. According to Romanian mythology a strigoi has red hair, blue eyes and two hearts. The strigoi can change into a variety of animals, such as barn owls, bats, rats, cats, wolves, dogs, snakes, toads, lizards, spiders/insects, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several ways for a deceased person to become a strigoi. One way is if a person dies before they are married they are at risk of becoming a vampire. Most often in a situation like this, the corpse is wed to another unmarried person around the same age to prevent them from returning to the grave. Though, if this technique fails, the strigoi will return to have sexual intercourse with their spouse, and will attack family members. The corpse should then be stabbed through the heart with a sickle or other piercing object, to prevent any more attacks. Corpses walked over by cats are also at risk of become strigoi. To get rid of them, bury a bottle of wine near the grave. Six weeks later, dig it up and drink the wine with relatives. Whoever drinks the wine will be protected against the strigoi, who will not return. A person who is filled with pain and regret will turn into a cat or dog after death and return as a strigoi to torment his/her relatives. Piercing the body of the strigoi with a needle will prevent it from leaving the grave, as will placing a candle, coin or towel in the hand of the corpse. Walking around the grave with burning hemp will cause the strigoi to become helpless. One remedy against strigoi is to bury a bottle of whiskey with the corpse. The vampire will drink it and not return home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a child is born with a caul atop their head they are said to be likely to become a strigoi vii.[1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garlic is said to be potent against the vampire. Due to this weakness, most burial ceremonies have rings of garlic around the corpse, coffin and grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way to dispatch the strigoi is to drive a stake, made from wild rosebush or aspen wood, through its heart(s) and into the earth to hold it to its grave. The vampire must be set on fire before it gets up. Another way is to remove the vampire’s heart(s) and burn it and the vampire, or do precisely that and decapitate the vampire as well. Then bury the remains at a crossroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One gypsy remedy for killing a strigoi is as follows: dig up the vampire corpse, remove its heart(s), and cut the organ in two. Drive a nail into the forehead, place a clove of garlic under the tongue, and smear the body with the fat of a pig killed on St. Ignatius’s Day. Turn the body face-down in the coffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strigoi are said not to be fond of light, though there is no suggestion that they burn from sunlight. Travelers often stay close to a bonfire to protect themselves from the vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that if the strigoi goes undetected for seven years, it can travel to another country or place where another language is spoken and become human again. Once human, the strigoi can marry and have kids, but they will all become vampires when they die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the finer parts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUTH DAY HOLIDAY WHOOTS~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free play time before we go back to school... Sigh..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-2165764697468886459?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/2165764697468886459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=2165764697468886459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/2165764697468886459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/2165764697468886459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/07/6-july-2009-monday.html' title='6 July 2009, Monday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-7936801695871187035</id><published>2009-06-21T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:59:10.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 June, 2009, Sunday</title><content type='html'>Whew, finally got some breather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished loads of homework, let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Physics WB and E.M.I WS&lt;br /&gt;2. Bio WB on Ecology&lt;br /&gt;3. Chem Theory WB, SPA WB, SPA WS&lt;br /&gt;4. EL comprehension&lt;br /&gt;5. AM homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my calculations, I guessed that I have finished 88.9% of everything (homework only).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in addition, I have compiled Physics notes all the way to Domestic Electricity. Turned out my notes was 30+ pages. WTH &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for some kayaking course on 12 to 13 June. There was only me and Janus. Janus told me Wee Loong was also supposed to come but turned out he fell sick (with high fever) and hence left with 2 Sec 4s (I'm a Sec 4, mind YOU~!) and some no-life Sec 3s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame Zhi Yuan started cracking jokes like free flow, all sick jokes. They kept laughing at other things too, although I didn't really catch much of what they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated being weak for that course. 1st day, I couldn't steer very properly cuz the waves were swishing me off-course... Also, I had no strength to carry the kayak.... Felt so useless. But learnt loads of strokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instructor was stern and sometimes also joking. But once we entered the water, he was absolutely stern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hated the capsize drill. 1stly couldn't properly capsize myself. Secondly I immediately floated off to surface of water before I could tap 3 times on the how. Furthermore still got saltwater into my mouth and eyes. Stung my eyes + disgusting taste of saltwater. YUK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, 1st day was quite fun. I think I got sunburnt but I didn't feel the full-blown effect of it. Not until the next day. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, it was draining. Rescue and capsize drills. Freaking tired out by these. I failed miserably at being assisstant rescuer and got my partner 'rescuer' into deep shit cuz my kayak gathered LOADS of water. Everyone in my team had a hard time trying to get the water off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had a nice assisstant for my role as main rescuer. Ivan had loads of strength for helping me and hence I performed my main rescue perfectly. But the victim was Wen Jie, I was wondering exactly HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I still managed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when everyone was getting ready to receive the cert, I was wondering where was the theory test (in a test paper maybe?), but it didn't come in paper (the instructor initially mentioned that there will be a theory test). I had already read the manual on kayaking earlier on when I was on my way to the Water Venture Changi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I was reading on the parts of a kayak.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I was being tested on the parts of a kayak.&lt;br /&gt;I only managed 5 out of 6 kayak parts. The last one was: What is the base of the kayak called? (Ans: How)&lt;br /&gt;How could it not come to my mind when we were practising for so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was really glad that I got my cert. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-star Kayaking certificate. I initially thought it was a First Class requirement, but after realising that Bryan did not turn up and nor did KFC, I knew it was optional. Bryan initially wanted to go but didn't have the form. KFC did not even think of going and so left me and Janus alone. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never mind, at least it was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time, I got really badly sunburnt and now much of my skin is peeling. i look gross and I really hope all of my skin will peel off soon. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-7936801695871187035?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/7936801695871187035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=7936801695871187035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/7936801695871187035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/7936801695871187035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/06/21-june-2009-sunday.html' title='21 June, 2009, Sunday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-5002721712954965568</id><published>2009-06-09T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:45:31.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 June, Tuesday, 2009</title><content type='html'>Things have undergone a big change for my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1stly, I don't intend to play much DotA but much MapleStory instead. That was drastic because I found myself being addicted to DotA in my last year. When the DotA Clan consisting of my fellow CCA-mates introduced it to me. Gasp! At least I feel comforted about this news. That means I won't worry about when I gotta stop playing. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to note, Clement, YY and Sean are joining too, at Cassiopeia world. While I try my best to train more for my Cass account, I still feel more like playing my account in Bootes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ndly, I'm finding myself losing self-control. AHHHHHH. My mom was right, she should just sell off the laptops. So that I can STOP playing..... This is messing me up... AHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rdly, I found myself more initiative in handling my studies and homework. Thing is I'm slowly and starting to lose it all. God Save Me Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I try my best not to think so much about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Janus, Bryan, Mavrick and KT (surprisingly he turned up after last minute decision) went to Tampines Central Community Centre to play badminton. I was certainly having the most fun of it. I won 2 people (KT and Mavrick) and lost to Bryan. He certainly could make me run like a mad dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everyone except KT called me 'hyper' or 'energetic' because I was bugging them to play with me. HaHaHa... XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they keep telling me that they were tired. Aww, I seriously hoped that they would play with me. Ah well, I can't force them to, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am honestly looking very forward to more of these. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Homework (SO FAR) ain't really hell of much, but in addition to my decision to compile notes, I think my workload is beginning to swell like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I have a Google desktop sidebar. I have 'pinned' a 'Scratchpad' gadget to it, so I can tell myself what I want when I log on to my account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time for me to start work now... But honestly, homework is getting too much.... I totally deserve it for playing all the time in Prelim 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-5002721712954965568?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/5002721712954965568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=5002721712954965568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/5002721712954965568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/5002721712954965568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/06/9-june-tuesday-2009.html' title='9 June, Tuesday, 2009'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-4330018088585445069</id><published>2009-06-05T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:44:37.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 June, 2009, Friday</title><content type='html'>Last day of lessons (but have kayaking course that I wanted to sign up for, of course X( due next week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in addition, I (actually everyone) got back their results slips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My L1R5 wasn't 20: It was 19~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz they rounded up (or increased, I don't know) the EL marks and I got a B4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew... I think I can do better. Reflections? Let's look on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I admit I was playful during this period, so I felt that I absolutely deserved this results and I have no right to emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. From the above point, I can decide that I shall study very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. For instance, doing practice papers according to schedule and revising certain weak subjects (homework not applicable for Bio XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is just an addition to previous posts, so do not expect to see much for now. X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~s! And hopefully, I can aim a nice 6-9 points for my L1R5. :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-4330018088585445069?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/4330018088585445069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=4330018088585445069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/4330018088585445069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/4330018088585445069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-june-2009-friday.html' title='5 June, 2009, Friday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-491396258025320891</id><published>2009-06-04T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:21:38.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 June, 2009, Thursday</title><content type='html'>2 days ago, my friend Dong Hao kena HFMD (Hand Foot and Mouth Disease). Now, my hands have little small sores on them. I suspected I have been infected. It is yet to be confirmed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting really scary now, although some of my classmates are treating this matter lightly... They, including me, we cheering 'Quarantine' happily when unsuspecting classmates started entering the classroom. Unfortunately, we did give them advance notice by saying 'Don't come in!' but they chose to. But after all, we weren't actually quarantined of course... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about some disappointments of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I calculated that my L1R5 was 20, the worst score ever in my lifetime of study. Here's a glance at my results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL  C5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EM  A1&lt;br /&gt;AM  A2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MT  B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHY  A2&lt;br /&gt;BIO  C5&lt;br /&gt;CHEM  B4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CH  D7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1R5 = 5 + 1 + 2 + 3 + 2 + 7 = 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddened by this. Fortunately YY gave me a nice chat about his feelings and this gave me a sudden spark of inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I shall not emo but strive to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I shall keep my schedules in check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I shall get very serious in my studies. Anyone wants to mug with me in like, mid-June?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I shall begin on my holiday homework (except Bio) after June lessons end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I shall balance play with study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, emo-ing asides, I think I must add on one more point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- TO QUIT DOTA -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cuz it cannot be ended (as in I can't just say I gtg (got to go) in the middle of a DotA match and immediately quit the whole programme...). I'll get screwed by my fellow DotA-ing CCA 'friends' the next day or on MSN. Maybe even when school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall begin on MapleStory instead, because it has a timer and so if I ever hit 3 hours (as indicated on the timer), I know it is certainly time to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I am beginning to get frustrated, cuz my results ain't picking up really well. For instance, I was astonished and shocked when Chemistry B4 grade came slapping right to my face. Another (although not so hurtful) was my devastating Humanities marks, which surmounted to a D7. I expected this to happen, Cuz I really screwed up big time in Geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Biology broke my personal record by attaining a C5. Sweet~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else that really pleased me was an A2 for Physics. I could dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to finally add on, I hope I will not kena HFMD, otherwise I'll have to make a visit to a clinic (or a hospital *GASP*). Bad things really seems like forever or eternity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better luck next time, as my catch phrase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-491396258025320891?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/491396258025320891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=491396258025320891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/491396258025320891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/491396258025320891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/06/4-june-2009-thursday.html' title='4 June, 2009, Thursday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-2475133789131333904</id><published>2009-05-01T15:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:12:50.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May 1, 2009, Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LABOUR DAY, WHOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, let's go through what happened yesterday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqivHou_pI/AAAAAAAAAh0/O6esl9tqCjI/s1600-h/Photo0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330752039333854866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqivHou_pI/AAAAAAAAAh0/O6esl9tqCjI/s200/Photo0348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thenaesh wrote this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqivA1WQdI/AAAAAAAAAhs/6vqmeWTBMLc/s1600-h/Photo0349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330752037507711442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqivA1WQdI/AAAAAAAAAhs/6vqmeWTBMLc/s200/Photo0349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz he got pricked by cactus... he played with it for the whole day, and look what happens~! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqivVUnBGI/AAAAAAAAAh8/bAazZuKxWEE/s1600-h/Photo0339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330752043007542370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqivVUnBGI/AAAAAAAAAh8/bAazZuKxWEE/s200/Photo0339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering our class' April Fool's Day... Wasn't convincing enough,we even swopped direction of our seats. We turned off lights but not the fans. Happened on EL period. Pretty obvious for April Fool's Day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, we are still yong-at-heart after all~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But look at other classes who REALLY SWOPPED CLASSES (by Kay Fong's orders?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now let's look at inconsiderate people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqivXr_jOI/AAAAAAAAAiE/oLf9PrS0SNo/s1600-h/Photo0316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330752043642490082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqivXr_jOI/AAAAAAAAAiE/oLf9PrS0SNo/s200/Photo0316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a parking slot. But people are so despo to fetch their kids that they do this. Endangering people's lives cuz other cars can't see people like me cross the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqivswFdPI/AAAAAAAAAiM/aKRQJQIZpdY/s1600-h/Photo0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330752049296798962" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqivswFdPI/AAAAAAAAAiM/aKRQJQIZpdY/s200/Photo0187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone COULD be from a Uniformed Group who left this on the ground (lucky without the chocolate, eww...). Not from Victoria School, though, forgot which school compound it was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqpKY5nsfI/AAAAAAAAAkE/e0kR5nwCnUg/s1600-h/Photo0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330759104894317042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqpKY5nsfI/AAAAAAAAAkE/e0kR5nwCnUg/s200/Photo0320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone left a shoppping cart at a compound near my house. I thought no one is to bring home the shopping cart? It was cleared already... after a day of this incident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqpKefztDI/AAAAAAAAAj0/LwGTA9mPeFs/s1600-h/Photo0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330759106396664882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqpKefztDI/AAAAAAAAAj0/LwGTA9mPeFs/s200/Photo0312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the government to look at: Big muddy puddle of stagnant water at Bedok North Road. Please investigate if you do not want dengue to strike again (although it is already gone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqpKP7EAmI/AAAAAAAAAjk/AEfDWQLLI6w/s1600-h/Photo0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330759102484447842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqpKP7EAmI/AAAAAAAAAjk/AEfDWQLLI6w/s200/Photo0284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone thought this very funny. It wasn't. It was PLAIN INCONSIDERATE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us go through some other stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqojRvND9I/AAAAAAAAAjc/_4cv1hqqNCA/s1600-h/Photo0198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330758432956682194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqojRvND9I/AAAAAAAAAjc/_4cv1hqqNCA/s200/Photo0198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accident occured at 12 July 2008, 6.57pm. It was scary, the blue car just swerved at high speeds and it hit a lamp-post. Lucky I was at other side of road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqpKHDZsHI/AAAAAAAAAjs/r-YEyzS7tg4/s1600-h/Photo0305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330759100103503986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqpKHDZsHI/AAAAAAAAAjs/r-YEyzS7tg4/s200/Photo0305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waste of possible space to build more seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqojHcuoMI/AAAAAAAAAjM/QBzNVDFGob4/s1600-h/Photo0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330758430194835650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqojHcuoMI/AAAAAAAAAjM/QBzNVDFGob4/s200/Photo0117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great flood at outside Bedok MRT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Sfqoiw8IQkI/AAAAAAAAAi8/oL3gg3QEEYs/s1600-h/Photo0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330758424152523330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Sfqoiw8IQkI/AAAAAAAAAi8/oL3gg3QEEYs/s200/Photo0113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor was a big river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqojH9BUuI/AAAAAAAAAjE/d0deH2l5qRI/s1600-h/Photo0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330758430330278626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqojH9BUuI/AAAAAAAAAjE/d0deH2l5qRI/s200/Photo0114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqpKS5bFwI/AAAAAAAAAj8/6-t2mKecK4g/s1600-h/Photo0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330759103282878210" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqpKS5bFwI/AAAAAAAAAj8/6-t2mKecK4g/s200/Photo0314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call people small just because you mock them... they can accomplish BIG things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqojP991EI/AAAAAAAAAjU/5I9nQb926P4/s1600-h/Photo0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330758432481727554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqojP991EI/AAAAAAAAAjU/5I9nQb926P4/s200/Photo0142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost lost the chess match... I WON!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regarding the cactus incident, someone (I suspect is SOMEONE notorious...) dumped a cactus in my nugget. Lucky none of the thorns got into my nugget... =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a sadder note, I refer to Ms Trina Tan's article AGAINST our school...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I WAS at the McDonald's outlet in Marine Cove on April 14, from about 4.30pm to 5.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;During that time, a group of between 10 and 20 secondary school boys in Victoria School (VS) uniform entered together with a lady who I assumed was their teacher, and occupied a long table and some bar seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From their loud cheers, I gathered the teacher was giving them a treat. The calls to confirm orders and the general rowdy chatter were a little disruptive but I was okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;What got to me, though, was how the VS boys did not clear their trays when they got up to leave. Some placed their empty drink cups and wrappers on the trays, but no one bothered to empty the filled trays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trash bin was next to the tables they were occupying at most three steps away. The appalling thing was seeing how the teacher did not bother to ask the boys to clear their trays she just stood there talking to the boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they all left. The area they had occupied looked as if a tornado had swept through it. There were used napkins, burger wrappers and empty drink cups left here and there.&lt;br /&gt;I sympathised with the McDonalds crew member who came to clear the mess with a look of helpless despair on his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am saddened by the behaviour of the VS boys and the inability of their teacher to use that moment to teach her students manners. Victoria School appears to have failed in upholding its school mission of producing well-mannered, considerate men with good social graces.&lt;br /&gt;My mother, a proud former VS girl, was surprised at the incident and felt the boys were tarnishing the schools name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the younger generation cannot master basic manners, I do not care if they are winning academic awards around the world as far as I am concerned, they are failures. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. "The calls to confirm orders and the general rowdy chatter were a little disruptive but I was okay with it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms Trina Tan, I assure you that ALMOST EVERYWHERE IS AS NOISY AS YOU DESCRIBED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. "What got to me, though, was how the VS boys did not clear their trays when they got up to leave. Some placed their empty drink cups and wrappers on the trays, but no one bothered to empty the filled trays."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I must say that this is definitely an inconsiderate act that you have gracefully pointed out, Ms Tan, I must ask you if you've ever cleared your own mess. If you do, you certainly have the right to comment. But if you don't, you are just like them - plain inconsiderate. If you don't, you are just like people who live in glass houses - like to correct other people but oblivious to your own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at all the resturants and hawker centres in Singapore. Almost nobody bother to clear up their mess. Aren't you going to correct ALL of them instead of just AIMING us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. "The trash bin was next to the tables they were occupying at most three steps away. The appalling thing was seeing how the teacher did not bother to ask the boys to clear their trays she just stood there talking to the boys."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I also admit that the teacher was wrong, you COULD have went over to them and say: "Hey, would you mind clearing your mess since the bin is just a few steps away?" You CHOSE NOT TO point this out to them. And look, now are you purposely aiming us when there are lots more who also don't clear up their mess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. "Then they all left. The area they had occupied looked as if a tornado had swept through it. There were used napkins, burger wrappers and empty drink cups left here and there. I sympathised with the McDonalds crew member who came to clear the mess with a look of helpless despair on his face."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your description of "as if a tornado had swept through it" is TOTALLY EXAGGERATED. Are you trying to say that even mess can be rated as 'non-existent' or 'total destruction'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I too sympathise with the crew member who had to clear that up, but isn't it partly your fault that you did not point out to them that they could had cleaned up their mess instead of just being an 'eye-witness' and letting the crew member clear up after them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. "If the younger generation cannot master basic manners, I do not care if they are winning academic awards around the world as far as I am concerned, they are failures."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, take a look at many other people who do not master basic manners. You, Ms Tan, for instance. You, sitting at your own table, munching on your food and just spying on their every move instead of getting up and graciously correcting them in front of their faces. You, who chose to 'attack' only us when there are obviously many others who do not satisfy your criteria. By-standers, as others might call you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, you, who do not master basic manners, for unnecessarily using the extreme word 'failures' to so-called further reiterating your point. If:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People who do not clear up their mess = failures, then:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU do not clean up your own mess = YOU are a failure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I right in justifying your own point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm DEFINITELY NOT saying that you are absolutely wrong in saying that we should clear up our mess after eating, but the way you express it is totally out of hand. I sincerely thank you for bringing this very major society issue up for other people to reflect on their own mistakes. But, honestly speaking, you should have exercised caution on your choosing of words to use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Furthermore, I am particularly put off by shallow people who, for instance:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(by) A victorian&lt;br /&gt;"You are saying we victorians are failures? Let me tell you that you are absolutey wrong. If we are really faliures, &lt;strong&gt;how did we manage to get different achievements from the sports area to the academics? Futhermore, its a norm to have singaporeans just leaving their trays behind on the table and its the responsiblity of the crew members to clear it. I really despise people like you who simply judge poeple just by a small, wrong act.&lt;/strong&gt; The only one losing their dignity now aren;t us but you." - it is NOT a small wrong act. And furthermore, it is not just by achieving awards that we can justify our so-called not being failures. It indeed is the responsibility for crew members to clear the mess, but isn't it MORALLY wrong for us to think that we can just follow the norm instead of making Singapore a more considerate society?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(by) Momo&lt;br /&gt;"With all due respect Ms Trina Tan Ker Wei... would you like me to wake you up? &lt;strong&gt;WAKE UP. TIMES ARE DIFFERENT FROM YOURS. A few decades from now and robots would be helping us clear our trays!&lt;/strong&gt;" - it is childish to think that there will be robots clearing things for us. It is plain nonsense. It's the psychology of over-dependence of other things/people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(by) A student&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. It is outrageous, just because of one petty 'crime' that we Victorians did doesn't give you the passport to say we are 'failures'. &lt;strong&gt;Furthermore, clearing trays is a freewill. I understand it is morally right to clear them but it isn't a crime not dong it&lt;/strong&gt;." - shouldn't we make a law stating that we should clear up our mess after eating since there are people like this who think this way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(by) Nobody&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;We really might NOT need to clear up the trays before leaving. Why? Because most people who clear up their trays do not wipe the tables. It IS the cleaners who wipe them, after clearing up the trays. So if the trays ARE already cleared by the customers, the cleaners would NOT bother about wiping the tables. The next customer will have to use a dirty table for their meal. Am I right about this?&lt;/strong&gt;" - NOPE. Clearing the trays DOES NOT MEAN that the table is necessarily clean. Cleaners STILL wipe the tables after use. So, doesn't that mean that we might NEED to clear up the mess after use?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(by) J.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;If that's the case, go and help them to empty it&lt;/strong&gt;. It could be their first time there. You have no rights just to insult them as "failures", don't you think that you are just simply overboard? -.- " - why don't you go and help empty other people's mess? I certainly don't believe you'll ever will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(by) Someone&lt;br /&gt;"Honestly, I find this to be ridiculous and a waste of time. If you wanted the school to respect your opinion and take action. You should have started by not branding the school a failure. Imagine how the principal must have felt reading this. &lt;strong&gt;Besides, we pay goods and service tax. If you went to a hotel, you would expect your nice minibar to be stocked or you would complain as you paid for it to be as such in a lump sum. The 7% you pay covers the cleaning up&lt;/strong&gt;. Now tell me, when you go to a hawker centre, do you return your tray?" - this is the same point - over-dependence. So what if you pay the 7%. It doesn't mean that the 7% also necessarily includes the cleaning up. In fact, it represents the service attended to you when you order the food, when you ask for this, that, whatever. It is NOT the cleaning up. Cleaners are employed to maintain a clean environment of the restaurant so that customers can safely dine there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, there are far too many examples for me to totally list out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/38118024-2475133789131333904?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/2475133789131333904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=2475133789131333904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/2475133789131333904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/2475133789131333904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-1-2009-friday.html' title='May 1, 2009, Friday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SfqivHou_pI/AAAAAAAAAh0/O6esl9tqCjI/s72-c/Photo0348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-5381570189650129107</id><published>2009-04-20T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:01:04.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 April, 2009, Monday</title><content type='html'>Whew, back from English remedial, while Physics remedial is coming up on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what I think about certain people who love to complain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Regarding a SMRT officer not giving up his seat for other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really sympathise him. Because of his position in SMRT. In fact, he is always viewed upon to give up his seat but NOT FOR EVERYONE ELSE. WHAT THE HELL IS THE WORLD COMING TO? Singaporeans (mostly) are just like people living in glass houses. They absolutely love to point out other's mistakes but are oblivious to their own. For instance, they don't give up their seats to those who need it more but complain about those officers who don't. What an unfair world. But sadly, and unfortunately, Singapore is like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those promoting gracious behaviour? Nope, I'm absolutely certain that it's not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, there are people who take videos about ugly behaviour. Think this video-taking is called justice? NO. It's another ugly behavior. Only thing is that this other form of ugly behaviour is supported by others just because they mis-interpret this as 'justice'. In fact, they even post such things on YouTube, making things even worse. Unfortunately, what they do not realise is that they are defaming Singapore even more, and for the whole wide world to see. My, if I am a US resident and is surfing YouTube right now, I might accidently have the inspiration to look for Singaporean videos and presto, I see ugly Singaporean behavior and it's posted here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, I might think that Singapore is a bad place. First impression counts, remember? But somehow, we don't realise. Correction: it's not realise, it's when we DON'T THINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Rojak food poisoning incident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is up to consumers option. But I feel sad to say that all the blame must fall on the store owner. I sympathise families who lost their loved ones due to this food poisoning case. Responsibility. Everything about it. Sometimes, many jobs or occupations require you to have constant responsibility. Food, for this case. Everyone TRUSTS that you can serve clean food. Even if it does not taste very nice, at least it's clean. The worse thing is the unhygienic part. See, now that this food poisoning has happened, the trust will FOREVER be broken. It's not your business that is of utmost importance, but it is the matter of how you are going to face other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People might look at you and say, 'Hey, that's the a-hole who cooked poison for us to eat.' You'll feel guilt, tinge of unpleasantness thrown on you, furious stares at you. Worse still, if beating people up was not an offence, you'll be waiting to enter your grave long ago. Responsibility. People expectmuch of it, but people never learn to have it. Pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. AWARE political crisis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This argument is seriously getting stupid. Don't ever think you do not need help from the experienced, because when you screw up the hell of a big time, they're the only ones who can help you get out of it. Thing is, as the news reported, the new elected presidents do not show respect to those ex-presidents. So what if you are elected. Bigshot? Sorry, but you are one of those. As a Chinese idiom says, 'If you do not listen to those who are experienced, you will be the ones who will be disadvantaged', so why don't you listen to what they have to say, before you make decisions? Forget it, this is getting too stupid for me to continue on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to school life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Humanities lesson for my class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Lee sang 'London Bridge Is Going Down' when the projector 'head' spoiled. Mr Ikhwan tried to fix this by stuffing an eraser to try to jam the head so that it will not close on its own. But the eraser was sliding off and the thing was slowly closing. Samuel chose such a time to sing. Dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Thenaesh. Writing the value of pi on his E-Maths past-year papers stack. Thinking he is so cool. His book got confiscated. Dumb number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy whistled at some corner. Dumb number 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guy fooled around with his E-Maths past-year papers stack too. Dunno what he did but it was confiscated too. Dumb number 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, Jonathan and Kai Tai stepped into classroom late.It isn't their fault but they could really do with greeting them and apologizing by the way. Feel sorry for them but they got scolded. It was apparent that Mr Ikhwan was fuming mad. It was his last straw. He returned all the Maths past-year paper stack and started shouting at certain people, then he left the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1 wasted period, he came back ,saying that the rest of the lesson was not going to be 'our' style, but it was gonna be as usual: silence, notes and textbook out. I felt really crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Remedials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the English and Physics remedial were useful. But Mr Imran REFUSED to mark my paper. I don't even know where I went wrong and I wanted him to mark so that I could go through those questions which I got wrong. But his excuse was sheer lazy. Answer sheet in office. Then I pass the paper to you and you mark it lah, then you return it to me on remedial and then I ask you about where I got wrong. NO, he insisted on me asking my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah, what are friends for, he must be thinking. I am thinking, you suck lah, screw off and find some other teacher to teach me... This kind of help, I DON'T WANT. You can save it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This left me fuming every remedial for Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for English remedial, I found out the alarming truth about my English standard. I could not change many words properly. Think it's time for me to start on the dictionary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, what a busy day... Hopefully my life would be less busy and messed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-5381570189650129107?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/5381570189650129107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=5381570189650129107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/5381570189650129107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/5381570189650129107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/04/20-april-2009-monday.html' title='20 April, 2009, Monday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-5704908001296990717</id><published>2009-04-05T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:15:07.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 5 April, 2009</title><content type='html'>Let's cover on some major issues of mine... after lots of time of not blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. KT's wrath&lt;br /&gt;He was asking everyone to eat at Bedok Interchange and had this wrong idea that everyone was certainly going with him. He claim that I and Bryan nodded our heads but I didn't. As for Bryan, I don't know. I swear that I didn't hear a word of what he was asking. In the end, he keep maligning me saying that we (JK, KF, Bryan and me) pang-sei-ed him on purpose and bastarding him in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when did we even agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt really pissed, but KF was adding fuel to fire by saying that he could try Pasir Ris, since it's convenient for him and Bryan. I purposely added that I could go to Pasir Ris too (actually I could but I wanted to buy my stationery at Tampines Mall Popular). KT finally agreed to go with me to Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him whether I could go buy my stationery first but he insisted with a NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freakin' put off by his attitude and I decided that he do his own business. He can go eat his own lunch, I decided that I didn't want to care. That's his problem. No more being Mr. Nice Guy. No more. I ain't wanna care two hoots about him. No freakin' way am I to go accomodate him all the time. I went to TM to buy my own stuff. Upon leaving TM, I stumbled upon Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zouks. He went to TM for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Scouts Investiture 2009&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty amazed t find that it ended earlier than the past few years. The ghost movie had no link whatsoever, but I really enjoyed this year's Investiture. It wasn't so taxing, although we did certainly screwed up some parts of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of it was the certs. We were on beta mode. trying to fit the names and the dates (whatever values) nicely on the lines of the certs. It was a slack job, but I didn't expect it to take so long. Cuz I had a role to play in the skit too. Totally got me caught in between two things. Certs and skit. Whichever one that I'm gonna screw up, it will all make freakin lots of difference. Haiz, luckily the cert team (KT and I) managed and too bad, I ended up with the role while KT got off scot-free. NOOO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghost movie was White Noise. All crap. Spirits flying about randomly, in the end knocking someone to his death. Then comes dead people appearing in screens. what EVP thingy. Electronic Voice Phenomenon. Some parts did jolt me slightly, but in the end I totally wanted to sleep. Couldn't because of the loud scare tactics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past years, when I was Sec 1-3, we were moving stuff, doing this sai-kang, here and there. This year's was fun. We decide the stuff. Others move the things. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Civil Defense Course&lt;br /&gt;WA turned the course into a Zonko Joke Shop. Kept laughing and laughing with his jokes while the instructors keep trying to successfully jack him. Only thing this was verbal. Hao Yang added on with sick practical jokes. Only a few were serious. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I gained essential knowledge from this course, as well as a certificate of acknowledgement. All's left is the kayaking course, which I will elaborate later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Blogging incidents&lt;br /&gt;It was all back to my history. WB keep bringing up my name, and making me feel embarassed. Isn't it enough that I feel sorry for my misdeeds, but someone just wanna keep bringing my case up and hence, bringing all my past emotions all back again. It felt like dying twice. But fortunately, mine wasn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FN got it worst. He applied the F-word to him and it made him blow up, PMS-ing to the bad side. The Sec 1s think that WB is playing along with them by keeping a calm composure and asking them nicely on what his 'weather' feels like. Retards. Can't they even FEEL it? That things are gonna screw up? Never mind, they'll see later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite sympathise with FN. All that pressure on him being number 1. As a saying goes, 'The higher you go, the harder you fall'. I can imagine that kind of pressure of everyone looking at you, as if you were an infallible god. Nope, I don't like that treatment at all. As regarding to his IP matter, I don't understand his psychology of assuming people are giving him 'WTF' looks. I simply don't understand. Why would people stare weirdly at you going IP? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, FN is FN, and that's his brain and his interpretation. I totally feel that if he wants to vent anger, he shouldn't have used such extremities. The least he could do was to exercise self-control. FN is not a bad person, but he just can't control that inner demon residing within. I hope that things won't go so bad for him. I also feel that WB shouldn't instantly shout and scream. Even if he feels badly insulted, the least he could do was to clarify things clearly but calmly. Scolding will only make things screw up. Calm does the work. Anger shouldn't come in place when settling arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse is Bok Woon. Blurry as he was, he still had to 'think' that Investiture was boring. Sad thing is, he shouldn't really 'think' nor drag the word 'boring' but instead comment ONLY after he had gone through it and giving it a serious consideration. Sad thing is he dragged a few people along. He's in for a very bad year in 2011, where he is gonna come up with LOADS of suggestions for improving the Investiture. He's screwed up down left right, middle too for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for me, it wasn't me this time round. I ain't so stupid as to earn scoldings for myself for nothing. My blog doesn't garner many hits. So what if I keep imploring verbal war against him? Not many people will see it... It ain't so famous, except for his internal spies, for sure. Hate Google. First it's blog search, next is the stupid Street View thing. The contractor got screwed by people living somewhere, according to news reports. They chased the car off the place. Invasion of privacy? True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should stop Google in it's tracks, before it becomes 'Big Brother'. The mystic eye that knows anything happening anywhere. Anyway, I've stopped declaring war. It's wasting my energy and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kayaking course&lt;br /&gt;WB says that there would be 2 groups of people going for separate dates of the kayaking course. I enjoy kayaking, so why not? Pity the poor Sec 3s who are going to do it after us. Hahahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. April Fool's Day&lt;br /&gt;Kay Fong suggested that the whole Sec 4 level change classes. Only a few people agreed on this idea. So, the plan changed to... 1. Sticking a paper notice of 'Door broken, used next door', 2. Sticking a 'Short circuit, do not touch (the switches)', 3. Turning the tables facing the big noticeboard at the back of the class. End up for English lesson, Mrs. Ouyang kena the April Fool's joke but nothing much happened, cuz WE WENT DOWN TO AV ROOM FOR A MOVIE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in addition, I hate people giving me the 'hate' mirror treatment. They give me such stares if I say I'm a Sec 4. I totally hate people talking about my height. Not that it matters, but it's really getting on my nerves ever since I've been hearing all these crude comments which were uncalled for, for years and years ago. Mdm Kwok is one of those idiots. The first teacher to really suan me. Laugh? I wanna show you the 'F-finger' to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suan? Go jump down from the 7th floor. Don't come to VS and be stupid. Anyway, you can't teach too. Why not retire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that the next time I hear someone ASKING or BRINGING UP the height topic, I'll go puch the windbag out of that guy. Just SHUT UP - will it kill you to shut your a****** up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, times not with me, I can't blog too much. It's time to brace myself for the big 'O's. Good luck everyone taking the 'O's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone, and hopefully mine too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-5704908001296990717?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/5704908001296990717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=5704908001296990717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/5704908001296990717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/5704908001296990717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-5-april-2009.html' title='Sunday, 5 April, 2009'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-881927483394262570</id><published>2009-03-13T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:46:53.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 13, 2009, Friday</title><content type='html'>Haiz, lets review some of the days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sports Day at VJC. Stuffy as usual, but got to finish quite some homework. Came late with Samuel Gei and Samuel Lee, then prefect start taking down names. I thought it was to be referred to Mr. Chia, but &lt;a href="mailto:!@%$&amp;amp;$^$"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;!@%$&amp;amp;$^$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#^*! it wasn't... *whew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mr. Zuraimi (my class E and A Maths teacher) went for Sec 3 camp, so free periods after finishing all his worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Getting back results slip: My L1R5 was 14, half of it was sponsored proudly by Mr. Humanities (D7). Sienz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Holiday homework: Geography Essay, E and A Maths homework (Worksheets), Chemistry 6-Year series 2003 Mid-Year Paper, CL WB Ex 4 - 8... Luckily I took initiative to complete Chem WB, E Maths WS, Physics WB, EL Homework and part of CL WB.... left with only those of the above. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, things are getting worse. Jobweek is pressuring me quite alot, with this influx of homework flowing into my house... I fear that I might not be able to finish them, particularly when Geog essay demands lots of time for research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, countdown to passing out, I think is probably 4 weeks more. Then, I intend to do all these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Start compiling notes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Revise Humanities starting from the time I pass out.&lt;br /&gt;3. Play badminton every Saturday with my friends to maintain a workout.&lt;br /&gt;4. Take some nice break on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can hit L1R5 of 6 points. If not, I really hope to get from 7 to 12. Heck care if I don't get into VJC, at least can go MJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then these shall be my aims:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Prelim 1 - L1R5 of 10 - 12&lt;br /&gt;2. Prelim 2 - L1R5 of 7-10&lt;br /&gt;3. (if there are still more Prelims) - L1R5 of 6-10&lt;br /&gt;4. O's : L1R5 of 6 (MUST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh pressure sia, but must psycho myself that I can do it. Then I'll make sure those people who wanted a bet like Kent Seah get to treat me to Long John's Silver or Burger King. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...  T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No buts. Lets set the whole plan on track man. No more fooling around like last 3 years. No more cocking around, get my mind straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after O's, I shall enjoy myself in overcoming the greatest challenge of life. Yay~! (champagne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to EVERY Sec 4 taking O's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-881927483394262570?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/881927483394262570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=881927483394262570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/881927483394262570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/881927483394262570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-13-2009-friday.html' title='March 13, 2009, Friday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-5024331734525808336</id><published>2009-02-28T21:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:50:28.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 2, 2009, Monday</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday really knocked me up to the reality of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu Liang commented on his friendship with other people. He told me that when Fabian was a secretary, everyone waited for him to finish before they went home together. But for me, I got pang-sei-ed. I replied: "Times have changed. What to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, times have changed. Maybe the problem also lies in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends stick through thick and thin. But I always end up being alone. For instance, DotA fanatics or LAN fanatics. You go, you'll feel belonged. If you don't, you are definitely not part of the group. All these called cliques. I don't want to be in a clique, but there is certainly a price to pay for not joining a clique. Loneliness, for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am not the type who can really find true friendships. People just treat me as some tool. For example, asking me to buy someone a bag because it happened to be his 'birthday'. In fact, it turned out it isn't his birthday yet and however, I did not really buy the bag for him. He was plainly using me as a lie to say that it was my treat. At that time, I felt manipulated, cheated, dumped, frustrated, angry. Confused too. All that for wasting my precious time. Maybe this kind of friendship don't last. Using friends for a lie, what insult to friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it is because I have high expectations for others. That's why I end up hurting people around me with my critism. I think I should just stick to being a loner; no getting into cliques, no hurting people around me. Peace for both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, stress is slowly piling up as SPA approaches. Have to memorise about this and that precaution to take, blah blah blah. It's really making me nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's this O Levels coming. I don't know whether studying at April is a good idea. And what worries me more is that Social Studies is slowly turning into Geography, especially on Human Geography. And I'm weak at Human Geography, and this is getting me tensed up. I flunked majorly due to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanities. What horrible nightmare. I can't help seeing C6-es on my report card, and it's really disappointing me badly. Sometimes, really put in lots of effort to work hard, but instead it backfires. Maybe too much stress. Blowing my head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can get an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English and Chinese too. I'm not getting anything better at these. They are also trying to kill me. For Mock CA1, I initially got a B4 or B3, I don't know. But then, I got an A2 for the latest paper. I think my performance is random... Hopefully I get lucky or something for my Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now back to today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was real fun, last 3 periods being free periods. Wow... fun. No SPA somemore, practically fooling around. Hate this Friday... Compulsory-attendance Sports Day. Can't they get a freaking life and make it such that it is somewhere more comfortable, knowing that VJC is stuffy (if it really is a must for a 100% attendance)?  But these days, it keeps raining, so it might depend. Perhaps like last time, where it really rained and everyone was dismissed. Wet blanket for the 'perfect' day? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even enjoying myself on Sports Day. Can't listen to music cuz too much loud noise and cheering. Hate people who have no life and want to paint on other people with paint. Umbrella couldn't help much under such stuffy environment, with the huge heat cooking everyone... Try cracking an egg and perhaps we'll get scrambled eggs (with a pinch of salt...?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I REALLY fall sick on Friday, then what relief it could be. And hopefully VS staff knows that forcing stuff on people would only make them hate it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in addition, there are reports of YouTube videos about VS surfacing. I don't know which class did it surface from, but I am pretty sure that those people were FOOLS. Take video also don't know how to take a really cool one. What's so fun about taking a video about people using ties to whip people's asses? That's retarded. They have absolutely NO LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring people really screw up even the best of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe Biology SPA for me COULD be tomorrow... let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Maybe things could be really better for you and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-5024331734525808336?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/5024331734525808336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=5024331734525808336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/5024331734525808336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/5024331734525808336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/02/march-2-2009-monday.html' title='March 2, 2009, Monday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-8796832057521106692</id><published>2009-02-24T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:23:28.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 February, 2008, Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Bad screwed up day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell sick yesterday with a bout of flu, then I attempted to mug SS as hard as I could, but I succumbed to the flu and ended up sleeping at 8++ pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5.30am today and was mugging my best on the school bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, reach school, still trying to cram last minute stuff in my brain... But alas, all the questions was on ASEAN, and sadly the examples didn't seem to want to come out from my head and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears after the exam... My friends were having a hard time trying to comfort me, saying that it wasn't the Os and that I had hope, but I just felt so disappointed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, for being so weak and went down with flu.&lt;br /&gt;2nd, for not preparing in 1 week's advance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will want to thank Clement, Sean, Si Kai and Zi Zun and many others for the help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, back to the flu... I'm still having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally touched by my mom when I woke up this morning to find her sleeping on the floor next to me. A pity I did not EVEN give her anything for Valentines Day... I really feel ashamed, fancy not appreciating my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a chance to say it out freakin loud to the whole wide world without being called crazy, I would say: 'I LOVE YOU, MOM AND DAD~!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I'm just a plain sucker who shy away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was helping me cope yesterday, massaging me with some ointment, helping me cook vermicelli... *sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still FAILED. Hopefully I can do well next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-8796832057521106692?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/8796832057521106692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=8796832057521106692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/8796832057521106692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/8796832057521106692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/02/24-february-2008-tuesday.html' title='24 February, 2008, Tuesday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-2196849008860901822</id><published>2009-02-14T15:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:25:41.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 February, Saturday, 2009</title><content type='html'>Passed my footdrill test. Whoohoo, that means I have only the Outdoor Proficiency Test to go. And it's on next Saturday and Sunday that it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully, I will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, I shall not say it. It would only doom my expectations, according to 'winkelmander' in Flickr's '5 minute doodle'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for today. Disappointing, huh, to see such a short post??? Hmm, let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY INFORMATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your age adjusted IQ score is 116 and the average score for all test takers is 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Grade ** Above Average **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done! Your performance on the test was well above the population average which means that you have the ability to achieve success in life. Typically, people with scores in this range can see logic in their surroundings and perform very well academically. You like to conceptualize ideas and gather your own information which means that you have the brains to go far. You should be able to handle all academic challenges and if you think of intelligence as an ability to adapt adequately to new situations then you are heading in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade Statistics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grade                   Range                Percent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genius                     &gt;144                   0.13%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifted                     130-144               2.14%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above average      115-129              13.59%  (I'm here at 116~!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher average    100-114               34.13%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lower average      85-99                  34.13%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below average      70-84                  13.59%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borderline low      55-69                   2.14%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low                          &lt;55                     0.13%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-2196849008860901822?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/2196849008860901822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=2196849008860901822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/2196849008860901822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/2196849008860901822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/02/14-february-saturday-2009.html' title='14 February, Saturday, 2009'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-6408338646574857281</id><published>2009-02-10T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:50:13.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 February, Tuesday, 2008</title><content type='html'>Thenaesh SPIT on the fllor. Really pissed me off to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dare to pollute, why not dare to clean up the mess? Yup, that's what he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Brandon erased off his 'life' using the whiteboard duster - Thenaesh was writing the pi thing again and then it was really pissing EVERYONE off. Finally, Brandon decided to rub it off for the teachers to have a clean whiteboard to use and Thenaesh pushed him off. Brandon then started whacking the hell out of him until the teacher was about to come to the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... sometimes things really test your patience. Just study for it and you'll pass maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, during Bio, I wasn't bothering about the whole lesson. Cuz she refused to put the apparatuses on my table. Or more like her lab assisstant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very irritating, having to look around once again for my apparatuses. Then got me confused right up and I screwed the whole thing. Cuz I panicked and thought that I might not have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, things can't really get any better than this. Or maybe it could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home, when I came back from school, ALL the rooms in my house was locked. Paranoia. I tried opening them with my keys but somehow the doors did not want to open. What the hell~?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I tried my brother's room. That's where my clothes cabinet is. I fitted the 1st key. Nothing. 2nd key also nothing. 3rd key also nothing again. I panicked. I tried switching to 2nd key. Dammit, can't. I tried 1st key. Twist and turn and turn and twist. *click*. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next room. 1st key cannot. 2nd key also cannot. 3rd key too. Back to 2nd key, and 1st key. Still cannot open. Pissed, panic. Kicked the door, punched the door. That's it, my temper flew. 1st key, 2nd key, 3rd key. Punched the door again. 1st key, 2nd key, twist very very very hard, *click*, open. Relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last room, master bedroom (WHAT-CHA-THINKING-YOU? Not M********E, mind you?). 1st key, 2nd key, 3rd key, *click*, whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even God made fun of me with keys. Keys ain't called keys for no reason, really. Hmm... too much paranoia coming from my mom. ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet anyone reading this now must be undergoing LMAO or LOL. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranoia because got tenant in my house. She very 'kia' (scared) he will steal stuff in the house. I don't believe in such things but even if it does occur, you can still make a police report. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sien... what a hassle with my keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And part 2: Maths getting harder and harder. Got stuck at A-Maths worksheet, couldn't figure out the working for the median question thing in an E Maths paper... And now got probability thing too. Sigh, hard day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, to end everything, I shall make a SOLEMN promise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No computer gaming or TV only after I finish mugging at least 2 to 3 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;2. Always complete homework in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Remake my notes on these subjects: Biology, Physics, Humanities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Mug REAL HARD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Go for badminton every Saturday after I pass out from my CCA, HEALTHY LIFESTYLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever break these promises, I shall have to mug another additional subject as punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I made this bet with Kun Hao :&lt;br /&gt;1. If one scores 6 points and the other doesn't, the one who didn't will have to treat the 6-pointer.&lt;br /&gt;2. If everyone scores 6 points, go for a happy celebration meal together.&lt;br /&gt;3. If no one gets 6 points, go for a sad meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my own one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hardcore playing computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my own wishes after 'O's to end all these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Apply for ATM card.&lt;br /&gt;2. Then buy a laptop.&lt;br /&gt;3. Play hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;4. Go cold turkey from computer gaming addiction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-6408338646574857281?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/6408338646574857281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=6408338646574857281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/6408338646574857281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/6408338646574857281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-february-tuesday-2008.html' title='10 February, Tuesday, 2008'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-874444862899470766</id><published>2009-02-05T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:56:19.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 February, 2009, Thursday</title><content type='html'>Have anyone had a record of 6 tests in a week?&lt;br /&gt;(Not meaning to boast but that's what I really got.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 3&lt;br /&gt;- EM Test 1 (Graphs), Biology Mock SPA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 4&lt;br /&gt;- Biology Test (Reproduction in Plants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 5&lt;br /&gt;- AM Test 2 (Differentiation), MT Storybook test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 6&lt;br /&gt;- Chemistry Test (Group I and VII), Physics Test (Waves, EM Waves, Sound)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's go on to the main thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Zuraimi gave my class a lecture because many of us flunked (did badly for non-extremity) the AM Revision Test as well as his Trigonometry test. Everyone kept silent until he stopped emo-ing. It was seriously freakin' scary, the way his face was very, very black. With rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... loads of mugging to do for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's look back on last Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got scolded because I did not know how to tie Sheepshank using the Mickey Mouse method. Honestly speaking, I neither learned that method nor was it tested in my batch. Haiz, scolding for nothing. Sometimes, no one has a really perfect life and faces scoldings and scoldings and something like that. Forget it, I told myself, things are gonna get nowhere if I keep harping on old things like an angel. Yep, I got over it. But that sabo which I unintentionally caused made me feel REALLY guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Even when things suck to your lowest, you still have to move on. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's have a look at some of my what-I-called-wonderful quotes on people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you have to think twice before acting, why not just say you have no brains? (Quick-wit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We are all animals, only smarter. Idiots are those who feel insulted when being called an animal. (Reality)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Life is really full of ups and downs: sometimes you feel high, and sometimes you feel low. (Reiteration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When you say brainless, it does not mean you have no brains. Just as what the word is, you are simply HAVING LESS BRAINS. (Different meaning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When you sprout expletives, make sure you don't spew those that you will definitely NOT WANT to do. (Forms of expletives)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The meaning of life: just live, not commit suicide! (Meaning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty busy for some time now, so this is the free time that I got to blog before I'm back to hard-core mugging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee Liang's response is really funny: I f he cannot solve a Maths question, he will work for as long as he can to solve it. But for other questions on other subjects, he will only say 'Heck care lah~!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long live God of Maths, Wee Liang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenaesh is coming up with new tactics. For instance, writing on the board about π (pi), how to find pi, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's constantly muttering about the value of pi. Really cannot stand it when he does that, because he goes on and on and on and on and when no one is really listening. It only irks people cuz they dun wanna hear it but they do. It really gets on one's nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, Happy Birthday to C.N.C.&lt;strong&gt;K.T&lt;/strong&gt;.W (Not for public disclosure) (B'dae - 6/2/2009). He told me to buy him a bag ($18). He did not say: "yyyyyyyy" but "xxxxxxxx". A really weird way for asking for something but I don't really mind buying a gift for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Censorship with letters is to avoid unintentional shaming of a person, regardless of anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios people, for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-874444862899470766?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/874444862899470766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=874444862899470766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/874444862899470766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/874444862899470766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/02/5-february-2009-thursday.html' title='5 February, 2009, Thursday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-6139221523721077769</id><published>2009-01-28T09:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:17:42.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 29, 2009, Thursday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's a holiday declared by our principal. Nice one for last year's batch O level results~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, lots of things went past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Ms Leow is starting to lose control (or more like respect?) of our class. We are constantly making jokes during her class until we made her lag in her teaching schedule. Darren got it extremely hard cuz she spotted him talking to Sean. Then loads of other people talking and then we still escaped. What a crusade... poor Darren. He was made to stand until she allowed him to sit down (which I think was a long time later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I forgot the jokes that was made during her class, but I'm pretty sure it was hardcore funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Commonwealth Essay. Mine was about a time where everyone had to leave for Mars due to global warming taking its toll and then a terrorist comes and bomb the space shuttle. However, I felt that this time's essay was not as good as the previous one, which was 'Blue'. And to add on, I wrote about 'Tracks'. I think I forgot to write the word 'tracks' in my compo and I am on the constant fear that it is gonna be very very screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thirdly, CNY celebrations was the most screwed up one. Some team of people (which inclued BOK WOON) wanted to perform something but somehow, only the front people got to see the whole thing. No one could make out what they were performing except for the front people. Then, while I was doing Chemistry homework (practice paper), some guy (I believe must be Lau Yu Fan) threw a paper ball at me and kao pehed at me to stop doing. What the hell. Take a look at what the fck they were doing and you'll see why they do not deserve any reason to correct me or whatsoever. In fact, they were TALKING and FOOLING around. I don't see why doing homework is worse than their fooling around and hence, they do not deserve any right to try and correct me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And also, I went about playing computer games and (OMG) doing homework as well during this very rare extra day of holiday. But China is better off... 15 days of CNY, holiday so freakin' long. I lost my pencil case on I think on Friday, the day of the celebrations. Remember I was talking about doing Chemistry homework? Yah, I think I misplaced my pencil case at the hall but it has ever since gone MISSING.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;T.T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A-Maths Revision test and Trigonometry test was easy, after I did some last minute revision... Hmm... if this was exams, I'll tell you I'll never slack like this again. It was a terrible nightmare, having to cram in all sorts of stuff in my poor brain. Seriously speaking, there is a SET of revision tests coming up. Chem and Physics. Can die, having to stuff 2 totally different types of information inside. If I pass one, I'll fail another. But anyway, lucky me, I have a good fundament for Chemistry so even if I anyhow scrape through it, I still should be able to get a pass. Unless something screws up, of course...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Probably I'll study Physics after skimming through Chemistry notes. I'm not so confident about group I and group VII stuff, cuz that's the one that was only randomly and slightly covered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I should try this on Ms Leow:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Me] Would you ever punish a student for something he did not do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Leow] (if it goes all according to plan...) No, why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Me] Because I did not do my homework.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And AHA, she ain't gonna punish me because that's what she said! Exactly~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But above all those shitty crap, I'd wanna go for Biology ESP, especially since it has been too late to petition for a new Biology teacher. In fact, I did not even know you COULD petition for a change of teachers until Sean Ho (my senior) told me. Maybe &lt;em&gt;W&lt;/em&gt;arner &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;rothers could also be ousted out if anyone in its class sees this post (nay, just joking at least he knows his stuff).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't say Warner is horrid; he did help me out in Maths. It's the everchanging mood that irks me off. Forget about it lah, no point harping on something like an angel...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adios for now~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-6139221523721077769?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/6139221523721077769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=6139221523721077769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/6139221523721077769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/6139221523721077769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-29-2009-thursday.html' title='January 29, 2009, Thursday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-9088258623878390619</id><published>2009-01-05T19:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:51:12.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 January, 2009, Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SWHtShfjYeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/2enzT9K83yA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287768339993813474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SWHtShfjYeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/2enzT9K83yA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Belated Happy New Year~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And meanwhile, let's look at certain major events that occurred last year, on 2008...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. MAS SELAMAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SWHt_9-EDVI/AAAAAAAAAf0/J1xQeC17DyE/s1600-h/2690893203_933a5c3f85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287769120732089682" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SWHt_9-EDVI/AAAAAAAAAf0/J1xQeC17DyE/s200/2690893203_933a5c3f85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SWHt_kPUiBI/AAAAAAAAAfs/TaE6PxNSeWQ/s1600-h/2301825875_e1568e51bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287769113825150994" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SWHt_kPUiBI/AAAAAAAAAfs/TaE6PxNSeWQ/s200/2301825875_e1568e51bd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the jokes (to suan the government)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SWHuSR0DuMI/AAAAAAAAAgE/xuZFgLK5Jts/s1600-h/2973448391_233c21824f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287769435296479426" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SWHuSR0DuMI/AAAAAAAAAgE/xuZFgLK5Jts/s200/2973448391_233c21824f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another joke....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly speaking, the government is REALLY at fault this time round. They are in charge, yet they shirked all responsibility. In fact, they had let their guard down and hence leading to this unexpected yet forthcoming escape of the most wanted terrorist. Now, shame is all on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The war on terrorism was hopeless. Victory is never on our side. From the advancement in technology, either that they can become 'untrackable' or else they are 'indestructible'. Firstly, they can recruit more people via the internet. Secondly, they can make use of Google Earth to pinpoint where they'd like to blast. Thirdly, according to news, even if you capture and execute the leader of JI (or whosoever), the independent groups all have the same aim anyway: blast US, blast anyone, blah blah blah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, victory was never meant to be ours. We are just fighting a losing battle, although it is for a good cause. Not every government or country is cooperating. Even famous people have died. Take for instance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SWHv3Xs1ySI/AAAAAAAAAgM/uvdpH_Ab-Vw/s1600-h/2973448391_233c21824f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287771172043606306" style="WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SWHv3Xs1ySI/AAAAAAAAAgM/uvdpH_Ab-Vw/s200/2973448391_233c21824f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Benazir Bhutto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SWHwMx1hOzI/AAAAAAAAAgU/3DOriTtHbYs/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287771539836582706" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SWHwMx1hOzI/AAAAAAAAAgU/3DOriTtHbYs/s200/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Lo Hwei Yen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many more of such things must happen before we realise we must take REALLY SEVERE ACTION? Not just plain talk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things like this really make me disappointed and frustrated. I read such things most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINANCIAL CRISIS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SWHxgeDPquI/AAAAAAAAAgk/yP39lwhN34s/s1600-h/255966956_2f488f712e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287772977634454242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SWHxgeDPquI/AAAAAAAAAgk/yP39lwhN34s/s200/255966956_2f488f712e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SWHxge5T_CI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ZnxdlWWlTkY/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287772977861229602" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SWHxge5T_CI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ZnxdlWWlTkY/s200/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bankruptcy of Lehman Brothers, Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pity... I don't really know how they function, but somehow Lehman Brothers really DESERVED it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully thigs will look up brighter and better this year, a brand new year of 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. My Chinese teacher, Ho Ping Ping (何冰冰) sucks. She practises impeachment (by preventing usage of English in her class). ZOMG  T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, somehow, she resembles a cross between P. Neo and Ding Ni. But then, she souns like P. Neo. Holy shit, that's imaginning a Chinese P. Neo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'll die in her class. Surely cannot tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And still, I have Leow as my Bio teacher. Should I drop Bio?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/38118024-9088258623878390619?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/9088258623878390619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=9088258623878390619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/9088258623878390619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/9088258623878390619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/01/5-january-2009-monday.html' title='5 January, 2009, Monday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SWHtShfjYeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/2enzT9K83yA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-838089598345991755</id><published>2008-12-30T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:22:41.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 December, 2008, Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Approximately 2 more days before next year. Then, at 12am on 1.1.09,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, some random stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engaged Idealists are extroverted and helpful. Others find them to be very congenial and inspiring - especially as they are always willing to see the best in the other person. Their humour, their energy and their optimism attract other people. Engaged Idealists are very good at communicating and are good at convincing and firing on others. That is why it is a matter of course that they often take over the leading role in groups. This personality type often produces very charismatic persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engaged Idealists have an unusually strong ability to empathise. They are tolerant and generous towards others; they sometimes tend to idealise their friends. They always try to suit everybody and want their relationships to be harmonious and satisfactory. To achieve this, they are prepared to invest a great deal and to put their requirements last. As Engaged Idealists are very considerate, there is the danger of them sacrificing and overexerting themselves for others. In their job, they therefore have to be very careful not to develop a burnout syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engaged Idealists are reliable, well organised and love structuring complicated situations. They have difficulty accepting criticism; they quickly feel hurt and misunderstood. Their perfectionism also influences their love life - they look for the perfect relationship for life. Once they have made their decision, they are faithful, well-balanced and loving partners. However, should they get involved with the wrong person, it can happen that they allow themselves to be exploited for a long time before they end the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjectives which describe your type: extroverted, theoretical, emotional, planning, idealistic, committed, likable, enthusiastic, responsible, helpful, loyal, diplomatic, friendly, inspiring, caring, solicitous, optimistic, effusive, adaptable, communicative, articulate, convincing, energetic, optimistic, open, vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, poor Avester got scolded for his traffic duty screw-up. Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, there is an influx of homework. A-Maths homework. And I haven't even finished it. Ah well, at most I stay back in school to complete it, I suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times are really getting worse....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-838089598345991755?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/838089598345991755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=838089598345991755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/838089598345991755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/838089598345991755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/12/30-december-2008-tuesday.html' title='30 December, 2008, Tuesday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-4719893453170446625</id><published>2008-12-27T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:45:32.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 December, 2008, Saturday</title><content type='html'>My computer got reformatted after an incident whereby my computer was sent to repair shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singtel's technician told me that it was my computer which was the problem. I'd never believed what he said. And really it was. It was actually Singtel's modem problem, but my computer got reformatted by the repair guy at some Loyang Point repair shop. Files gone for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate Singtel. Feel like complaining, but sometimes, you really can't have EVERYTHING in your life, right? I mean, not everything is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I shall just say its a fresh new start for my computer and I should do my best and duty to protect it from going to a repair shop AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, Wil Beng was nice to me. I had this mixed reaction. Well, sometimes he really will blow his top, but sometimes he's quite nice. He treated me to a leftover slice of unfinished pizza, a piece of chicken from KFC (also unfinished) and helped me make coffee. I really appreciated that, and somehow it progressed to a nice, little chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always had this fear that he would really screw me upside down if I don't complete his stuff. The way his temper goes, it really scares the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I don't mind it if he's really pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life's getting a bit messed up for me, and I need some quiet to go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, I will be back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-4719893453170446625?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/4719893453170446625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=4719893453170446625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/4719893453170446625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/4719893453170446625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/12/27-december-2008-saturday.html' title='27 December, 2008, Saturday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-1871207261255314994</id><published>2008-12-01T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:58:25.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 December, 2008, Monday</title><content type='html'>Ah, saikang stuff all settled. Whew, more time to myself at last (but not for long perhaps?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the fate of Ms. Lo Hwei Yen, I really feel frustrated at certain inefficient *ahem* people (or more like the highest 'upstairs').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you'll see, all these years, they have been preaching for us to 'be safe rather than to be sorry'. Look what's happening in this pathetic world we live in. They instead practice the 'be sorry before becoming safe'. For example, global warming. No one's doing much of anything. And the poor scientists are trying to relate to them how global warming has a huge impact. Too bad, coz no one's taking any action. Henceforth, we should just camp in this dying Mother Earth and wait till Armageddon. Wait till everyone perish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the war on terrorism. Can everyone put aside their differences and cooperate? Do those f****** terrorists care whether you are a Chinese, Malay or an Indian? They'll kill anyone, everyone. Also, 'unity is strength', we must not be apart but be a part in order to combat terrorism. These matyr-wannabe are in fact NOT matyrs. Why action when they are in fact commiting the most unpardonable sin - murder. Must even more people lose their lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And meanwhile, more troubles are brewing. Financial crisis coming like tsunami. Can't everyone think of consequences before acting? It is definitely because people act before they think that the consequences really hit everyone hard. Global warming was caused because people did not bother to think that there were implications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Implications is a definite factor behind every option or decision. There are no such things called '100% pros 0% cons'. Why, when we have brains, do we not use them at all? Are brains there to rot instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of world this is. And humans even have the cheeck to go come up with a plan to take over Mars as our second Earth. I think that any planet we stay in will be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracles exist - 1%. If you wanna wait for miracles, wait for lightning to strike you then. Humans are living in too much comfort at the cost of poor Mother Nature's resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 voice like mine is definitely not enough. Hopefully, many people share my ideology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And unfortunately, according to Kin Tuck, I have 'paltoh-ed' (rat on someone) Kah Fong via my blog. I think I shall not allow my blog to become an information feed. I shall take action. In fact, I  must admit that I am totally irresponsible in my blog. Anything I say I just say here. But in the end, I end up hurting other people (except for someone I wanna hurt but refuse to tell). I really am sorry, Kah Fong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like almost everyone, I take action before thinking. From now onwards, I must work towards not revealing everything in this blog. There is a particular person who can abstract lots of information here and hence I unwittingly sabotage people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will censor lots of things that I don't want to reveal (except certain vulgarities of course XD). I think censorship is irritating, but I have no choice but to do it, hence more stars in my blog (censor stars : *).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do not really have much to say, so I definitely hope that I have quite enough time to spend on blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: LITERATURE ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Selene's (also known as Kaguya in Japan) Memoirs -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this land of desolation, where cold bitter winds batter me.&lt;br /&gt;I stand shivering in this cold, looking up at the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was filled with twinkling stars, and they seem to be talking to me,&lt;br /&gt;but this eerie silence that I feel now is telling me that they are impervious to the evil atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footprints left behind by other people are imprinted in the dusty ground,&lt;br /&gt;even when there are winds blowing.&lt;br /&gt;These footprints lay uncovered, all the way till the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the Earth and the glaring Sun, as I stood still at the edge of the land.&lt;br /&gt;Cruel blinding lights of destiny pierce my eyes, as I resign to my fate,&lt;br /&gt;that I am destined to stay here,&lt;br /&gt;here in this horrifying, terrifying land of nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prayers of desolation, frustration, coldness, loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand all of them.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I am stuck in this island, which is floating in space,&lt;br /&gt;with all those feelings that are meant only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Only for the lone souls, who are wandering about aimlessly, to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I resigned to this cruel destiny?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-1871207261255314994?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/1871207261255314994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=1871207261255314994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1871207261255314994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1871207261255314994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/12/1-december-2008-monday.html' title='1 December, 2008, Monday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-6932103984593311724</id><published>2008-11-26T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:30:54.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CELEBRATION</title><content type='html'>This is in memoriam of hitting past 200 blog posts. Please spread this blog if you can. Or otherwise, just tell them to go to Google BlogSearch and type in 'Thenaesh'. There you find me~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE : This is the 202nd Blog post (including videos from YouTube)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day ahead, don't trip over my milestone! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠♥ guO_Qiang ♣♦ ™   ♪♫ {{(o.O)}} ♫♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to ponder: Why do poeple only cherish things that are gone or never there??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-6932103984593311724?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/6932103984593311724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=6932103984593311724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/6932103984593311724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/6932103984593311724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/11/celebration.html' title='CELEBRATION'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-7901265625167666320</id><published>2008-11-25T12:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:12:01.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>齐天大圣 礼仪课 Part2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/867-pT8NOAQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/867-pT8NOAQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part 2. Laugh all you want. Do look at other videos below this one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-7901265625167666320?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/7901265625167666320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=7901265625167666320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/7901265625167666320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/7901265625167666320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/11/part2.html' title='齐天大圣 礼仪课 Part2'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-6126594215026540517</id><published>2008-11-25T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:11:31.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>齐天大圣 礼仪课 Part1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/EE4EXLl_eqU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/EE4EXLl_eqU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part 1. Laugh all you want (mostly for Chinese people sorry).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-6126594215026540517?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/6126594215026540517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=6126594215026540517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/6126594215026540517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/6126594215026540517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/11/part1.html' title='齐天大圣 礼仪课 Part1'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-6081283516983108481</id><published>2008-11-25T11:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:57:35.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>齐天大圣 - 宪在不准笑 ~ 赶羚羊 (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/_MxPPgWjlX0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/_MxPPgWjlX0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part 2. Laugh all you want (only for people who understand dialect vulgarities).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-6081283516983108481?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/6081283516983108481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=6081283516983108481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/6081283516983108481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/6081283516983108481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/11/part-2.html' title='齐天大圣 - 宪在不准笑 ~ 赶羚羊 (Part 2)'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-4665159796458241031</id><published>2008-11-25T11:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:56:41.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>齐天大圣 - 宪在不准笑 ~ 赶羚羊 (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/4w2NZeV-XIw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/4w2NZeV-XIw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part 1. Laugh all you want!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-4665159796458241031?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/4665159796458241031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=4665159796458241031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/4665159796458241031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/4665159796458241031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/11/part-1.html' title='齐天大圣 - 宪在不准笑 ~ 赶羚羊 (Part 1)'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-2079257261328899089</id><published>2008-11-25T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:46:07.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 November, 2008, Tuesday</title><content type='html'>December is definitely nearing. Just 5 more days before the VS e-Learning website releases their Biology homework answers so I can copy without a hassle. Who cares about learning stuff now? I'll only mug Biology at the start of Biology lessons ON MY OWN without Ms Leow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the type of teacher that is the inverse of teaching : puzzling people instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have decided that I will mug, on my own, subjects which I do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That goes the same for all other subjects. I feel that early mugging SHOULD pay off. (I do not guarantee that this is a highly-efficient method because you have all the tension stacked against you as the amount of stuff you learn becomes so much that you are &lt;u&gt;up to your ears in&lt;/u&gt; mugging [English idiom XD] or that the whole stuff just flows out of your brain like running water [English simile XD] or pours out like rain [yet another one XD] instead of supposing to absorb it into your brain like a sponge [yet another one again, my my... XD])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate stress. It is because of it that I flunked my Geography big time. I'll definitely swear to work extra hard for my O levels. I will not fall to temptation. Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, I have not even touched the rest of my homework (not including Maths -&gt; that was simple and I've got it all done within just a day, and Mother Tongue idioms homework -&gt; which had no marks and my effort went down the drain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intend to complete my Physics homework anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some tidbits, I am an extrovert, have a male brain and is left-brained. (go join FaceBook and load 'Brain test' application into your application list. Do the test and see everything for yourself!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm switching to MapleStory for no reason. Suddenly, Maple updates are becoming more and more juicy. 2x EXP. Don't believe it. But sigh, it's in the afternoon period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have yet to collect my Science workbooks. Chemistry should not be a problem to me coz I've always aced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I'm gonna collect my Edusave once again and again. I am so proud of myself. Collecting Edusave all these years non-stop. But what to do with it? I don't know. I don't want to go to other countries coz it's wasting my time and also very expensive. I think the Edusave boosts my savings. But I do not really have much savings (not to be divulged for security purposes). Just hope that I will get an L1R5 of at least 12 to get into good JCs for a better future. I think I'll give up on Meridian JC. They say it's a nutty JC coz their standards are too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe VJC, although it's at Marine Parade area and far from my house. Looks like I really want to consult on my friends on which JC to go to. I am seriously undecided. That is disaster coz I don't wanna regret any choice of studies that I choose. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, I shall be off to play computer games. Will have loads of time to chat, so &lt;em&gt;adios&lt;/em&gt; (farewell? : hope my spelling is correct), people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-2079257261328899089?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/2079257261328899089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=2079257261328899089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/2079257261328899089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/2079257261328899089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/11/25-november-2008-tuesday.html' title='25 November, 2008, Tuesday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-303840532085185638</id><published>2008-11-23T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:34:22.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 November, 2008, Sunday</title><content type='html'>I got scolded on Wednesday wrongfully again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I commented on the few problems, I wasn't even meaning to complain. Can't I even just say something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not gonna talk much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just came back from NPC Pre-camp several minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much of slack and a fair share of scoldings of 'blah n blah'. Was so dumb to stay up the whole time until 1am with my other Support Team friends. Felt very tired with lack of sleep indeed. Did not rain, so we had much sunshine till the weather was pretty hot. But most of the time, support team people were in perfect nice shelter. But sleeping in freezer-like weather wasn't really very warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day:&lt;br /&gt;Also had its share of slack and lesser scoldings this time. But the boredom setting in from TOO MUCH SLACK. Felt sick and tired of whatever I did. Basically due to boredom.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't really want to work uber-hard duh. Just have some work to do and I'm satisfied enough already. Anyway, it did rain, so there was rushing around to get things dry (while people got wet instead). Rained quite badly. Thing was that we had a problem of where to sleep coz the BB already had advance booking of the Professional Room 1 so we could do nothing but to give up the room to them. Anyway, there was a debate on whether to sleep at the canteen or outside the den. I chose canteen after spotting 4 cockroaches. Finally used my sleeping bag the proper way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day:&lt;br /&gt;More stuff to do. Sweating like nuts. But anyway, we finished far ahead of Wil Beng's schedule of work for us. In the end, the support team people were dismissed very early but were 'encouraged' to be an audience to their skit (which was funny but corny). But anyway, I bathed at school before I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring but quite slack, I would say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-303840532085185638?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/303840532085185638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=303840532085185638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/303840532085185638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/303840532085185638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/11/23-november-2008-sunday.html' title='23 November, 2008, Sunday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-4790961414369561128</id><published>2008-11-18T14:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:30:52.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 November, 2008, Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Wil Beng told me to work on the flag and the piece of yellow acrylic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, had some problems along the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hate whatever paintbrushes that I'm using. They don't follow my strokes nicely. Gargh!&lt;br /&gt;2. Hard to peel out the letters of the cover of the piece of acrylic. Waiting to get it done nicely later.&lt;br /&gt;3. Need to sew on some 'carpet-tail' stuff at the end of the flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I'm definitely going to school tomorrow to show him the whole completed work. However, what gets me shocked is that only Yu Hui is coming tomorrow (Main team are definitely coming).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday, my father fetched me to school (on a motorbike).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, halfway, cursed Heavens (jealous of my comfort) poured rain. I kept cursing silently. Until when I got off the motorbike and pondered on whether to dial a cab, (speak of the devil) it came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. More comfort? Nope. I was feeling surely COOLLLDDDD. *argh-choooo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top things up, the driver of the cab SHB3878H even gave me a discount (of a few cents however...). Must really commend him for his EXCELLENT service. Too bad some other licence stuff blocked his name, otherwise I could let the whole wide world know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go on with Scouts stuff then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the perfect time of my life. Slack jobs for me. Create a powerpoint file for the notice board.&lt;br /&gt;*coughs* Car *coughs* bon *coughs* Co *coughs* py *coughs* actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect irony went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wil Beng] Can you inform the support team to come at 1pm? You can come at 1pm but not Janus. I only need minimal support tmr. You Janus Kin Tuck and Gerard will do. Inform the rest no need to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ I told the support team people then, including Yu Hui... ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Me to Wee Loong] Help me tell dominic dat he dunnid come tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wee Loong] Whats your problem la Yu Hui is part of the major support! He even coming for pre camp and you make him dun come tomorrow. Stop screwing things up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Me] Wb say only Janus, Gerard, me and kt go lah. I forward his msg to u aft tis one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[forwarded...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Me] And thx for the comment. Do you tink I wuld tell him nt to come if it wasnt for wb? Can u like stop blindly scolding ppl? I admit the dresser is my fault, but u dun hav to come cuss me off like this? I dont mind you scold me for the dresser but you cannot anyhw scold me for other sht frm ur ignorance unless wb told u that he was supposed to come too. But then its still ur fault for nt notifying me as soon as u gt his msg. So wad u do nw? Scold. All u know is to start relying on other ppl or start scolding bfore tinking. Can you stop giving me bullsht? I had enuf. Evrythng all me. Wads ur problem? Tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wee Loong] Yh not coming he say is you tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Me] By wb's order rite??? Damn u lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't he have that sense to think that I'm not the one who can decide who goes and who doesn't. Anyway, he was perfectly speechless after that. Coz he nothing to say already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still could act that nothing happened when I came yesterday. Not even a word. Nicely acted out there. But never mind, I'm fortunate that I'm not exactly working for him. If I did, *byes*, I'm so going to screw him up with lots of screws and a screwdriver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until he'll know that I'm not that type of a pushover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, most of the stuff's pleasant during training coz I did not have much to do ^_^ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing an AVG Antivirus scan. Found a Trojan horse (PSW.OnlineGames.BHAR = wad the hell is that?) in my Garena file (C:Program Files\Garena\PluginKernel.dll = wad the hell is that?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol my DotA so noob, want to hack my account or business stuff for what sia? To that utterly stupid hacker or virus-writer: Work seriously harder next time. Coz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My family doesn't earn a freakin rich business or whatever precious.&lt;br /&gt;2. My DotA account is noob.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hack my MapleStory account for all you care. I can play DotA.&lt;br /&gt;4. Even if you make my computer unplayable, it's even better for me. I'm so gonna work hard for my O levels by getting rid of my computer gaming addiction.&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't have very useful stuff inside my computer. Try searching it. My Microsoft Excel and my Internet Explorer are freakin screwed already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAOL (rolling on floor laughing my ass out loud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, I've buried the hatchet with Thenaesh (but I'm not gonna talk to him anyway) by adding him as a friend in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, let this childish enmity between him and me end once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm typing all these, 40+ minutes of antivirus scanning have passed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will find more blogging titbits to go in to my blog. Stay tuned! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-4790961414369561128?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/4790961414369561128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=4790961414369561128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/4790961414369561128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/4790961414369561128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/11/18-november-2008-tuesday.html' title='18 November, 2008, Tuesday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-2338499993434603327</id><published>2008-11-16T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:54:54.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 November, 2008, Sunday</title><content type='html'>I received a scolding yesterday. After a comment in one of my yesterday posts that I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must really make a few pointers that anyone could take note of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Since the blog is public, I have nothing to say and nothing to hide if the reader reads my posts and feels that I am XXX or XXX. The most I can do is to hear their opinions out and maybe these could shape my character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do not go so far NOW as to say that someone is a (insert vulgarity). This is obviously carrying freedom of speech TOO far. Therefore, even if the person feels that I am an irresponsible person or whatever, I would hear him out as the only option. But overall, this blog is created by me, my comments are based only from my prospective, hence no one (repeat: NO ONE) can gag me or anything. No one can force me not to post things. Anyway, it only reflects on me and my personality and not on any other person. However, I would gladly apologize if I 'flamed' someone for no particular reason or evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, to that someone, being tired is not a valid reason and I cannot possibly tell him/her that reason so as to pon. It is perfectly silly. Everyone has different prospectives. He/She can consider 'being tired' a valid reason but I do not think of it as one at all. How would I ever know what he/she thinks? Everyone's minds think differently, so how do he/she expect me to be able to read his/her mind? Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When trying to tell other people not to do XXX or XXX, he/she often makes that someone feel even worse. This is totally unacceptable. In fact, that someone should STOP using the word 'someone' or even try to use examples such as 'A does XXX and B does XXX'. Getting lectured is alright but I do not see any reason to 'humiliate' someone further by reiterating his/her point by using 'someone' and bringing out that feeling of being publicly labelled as the Object of Guilt even if he/she was not. I would not use 'A does XXX...' but instead only make the direct point that: 'if you wanna do XXX, don't because .....'. For instance, '... for those who wanna pon, don't because you are going to affect XXX or XXX...' and not 'for example, someone says that he/she wants to pon and then someone number two follows, then ......'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. So what if you don't like what I say? Like I said, you can tell me. Don't scold me XXX or XXX because I don't take that. We can trash things out nicely and I will definitely do what you want. Don't nag or scold. Go straight to the point and also tell me what you don't like about me. Don't tell me a story coz it'll only make my attention fly off. Go 'You stated that XXXXXXX and I don't really like this XXXXXXX that you said because XXXXXXXX. Therefore I hope that you will not XXXXXXXX.' Then I will get it and follow up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have nothing to hide but don't misinterpret me either. I do not use this blog to indirectly tell someone that I want XXX or XXX. It's only my feelings and my experiences. I do not disclose certain things directly when I feel that it is a load of bull or crap or that it is unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't really like scoldings. I'd prefer people who talk things out nicely and not those who anyhow scold scold and scold. If I'm not doing my job, just tell me nicely that I'm not. Don't scold scold and scold because you mood swing or unsatisfied or whatever. Scolding me will only lead me to think that they are unreasonable just beacuse they jump at the slightest things. If I forgot to do something, just tell me nicely and I will do it. Scolding breeds hatred. No one likes to be scolded definitely. Can't you just be nicer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, good bosses reap benefits coz their employees like them. After all, they don't tell off people but guide them nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, hate to talk about this but I have no choice either. Will make it a point to put this up at the Disclaimer page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I had a horrid day. Hopefully things can be really better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-2338499993434603327?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/2338499993434603327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=2338499993434603327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/2338499993434603327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/2338499993434603327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/11/16-november-2008-sunday.html' title='16 November, 2008, Sunday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-8174977472573843374</id><published>2008-11-14T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:27:43.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 November, 2008, Friday</title><content type='html'>I'm ponning today's NPC training. I'm already tired enough. I don't give two hoots if he scold me or whatever. I am seriously tired already and I am NOT Superman. If he's not gonna give me a rest, I will do so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why I cannot pon just one training when I attended all. At most, if he wants his diagrams or whatever stuff, I'll just work on it at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he'll forgive my ponning although it sounds silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are not going smoothly for me these days. Frequent headaches. Even now. Lack of sleep because I watched documentaries. My fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPC training robbing away some of my joys of holiday. Just wish that the real NPC will come soon and all the joys will start flowing back to me. Able to enjoy television, complete my homework (forgive me as a mugger), play computer games, total relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Wil Beng's reply to my email asking if I could 'take leave', he said this: Reasons? Please give valid reasons. Don't just think of ponning before I say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like I freakin' care? Don't mess with an uber-tired guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks that Kah Fong is PROUD to be in the NPC team. I think that he is gladly MISTAKEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey's going tough on everyone. I think Kah Fong would perhaps be glad if he gets kicked out of the NPC main team. He'd go *whew*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago, Wil Beng asked if anyone wanted to drop out of support team. I wanted to but was paiseh. Wasted chance, being carefree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the 'O level' people (Higher MT people) are being kicked out of support team and they are probably relaxing their ass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for other people, *sigh* *pant*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunate that this week is '1,3,5,6' (Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday = 4 times a week) but I ponned '5'. Scary thought. 4 times a week. Even my parents are raising eyebrows. Not that I can't convince them it's something serious but they are certainly fussing about the long hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretching into the night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wil Beng's idea for a patrol name is 'Octorrow'. How did he get that? Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people + Arrow = (Octo people - people) + (Arrow - A)&lt;br /&gt;                               = Octo + rrow&lt;br /&gt;                               = Octorrow (8 Arrow scouters in NPC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned. Totally no link to gateway design or anything else (except for 8 people in NPC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name of flag hence = XXX&lt;br /&gt;Design of flag = (CENSORED coz WB dun want us to disclose until NPC is over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just taking every hour of opportunity to slack before Saturday comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely hope for a better day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-8174977472573843374?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/8174977472573843374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=8174977472573843374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/8174977472573843374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/8174977472573843374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/11/14-november-2008-friday.html' title='14 November, 2008, Friday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-6538506509609989203</id><published>2008-11-13T12:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:12:34.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 November, 2008, Thursday</title><content type='html'>NPC training taking a toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going out to relax with a Madagascar movie 2. And I'm gonna pont Friday training. No harm done, since I came for all the trainings so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already requsted for 'leave' via email to Wil Beng. If he says yes, I'll pont. If not, I'll still pont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not making it long, my brother's intending to use the computer after a fun trip to Genting *curses*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suaning me about height limit, trying to make me jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got disappointed long ago already, so he's not gonna induce in me that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go, will talk next time XD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-6538506509609989203?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/6538506509609989203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=6538506509609989203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/6538506509609989203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/6538506509609989203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/11/13-november-2008-thursday.html' title='13 November, 2008, Thursday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-173643707351426315</id><published>2008-10-26T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:49:29.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 26, 2008, Sunday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was TORTURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, had cross country run, without stopping. 23 minutes, tired legs, severe exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uber tired legs, i assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, run all the way to Bedok Jetty. Without stopping. Again. Then, adding fuel to fire, we ran around the lagoon (or the SkiPark)... Then walking back to VS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, my legs are weakened. Can't walk properly. Aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training yesterday for National Patrol Camp wasn't so bad: Kitchen Dresser. Hope to get Tables and chairs this coming training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is: Not stable enough at first, lots of bamboo, miscalculations, broke a pole, Shervin messing with me when he lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kin Tuck tells me my blog is screwed up. Cannot access it. Like the pop-up told u: Send me an email if you cannot access. zzz&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Janus is like making me frustrated until I cannot tahan. Chucking water (for 'blessing')...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people had shares of it too. Gang-raping me (LOL) using a stick poking at my d**k. OUCH bunch of sick perverts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then other people play with my bag (the monkey and the cube. Then it went loose. I ran back to den to get my shoeback. Next thing later on the bus: I LOST BOTH OF THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate VS people. Really have many things WRONG about them. Tell them to stop, they don't. Keep pissing people off. Have the 'herding' instinct - peer pressuring me to go LAN (*Learning Academy of Nanyang* haha) shop. More like (LOCAL AREA NETWORK)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, that's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Fong was like giving me the '......', Wee Loong is like 'I'm also tired (but I'm still going so pleeaassee...)' at me, Yu Hui say I 'pang sei kia (abandoning kiddo)' and Kin Tuck was trying to talk his way out of those LANers who were suaning him when he wanted to go home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz... Shouldn't have joined the DotA clan. In the end, they made me commit sins: Going LAN shops, wasting money, make me to the point of addiction, ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sinner. Please, I want to repent. O levels coming. I can't go on playing computer games like mad. My grades will DROP for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Way. This will not happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more LANing sessions with the hardcore DotA people. That's another resolution. I will work with Kun Hao to study together (I don't give a d**n even if you call me a muggerdog...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will only play when O levels finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, holiday homework again. When can teachers get a life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPC Training every 135 (Monday, Wednesday, Friday...), not too sure about Scout meeting sessions. There are no Scout meetings on certain dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut my finger from I dunno wad. I just wandered in the super grassy field assigned to the Scouts when Wil Beng wanted to see me for some stuff. Vines? Not too sure, it felt like string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky its minor. Coz I use the computer a bit often, and I need my fingers (ALL) to do the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Class Hike report due Monday. Hopefully all goes well......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired like a mad dog. Seriously. I might not survive the whole training. Maybe I could 'pontank' 1 or 2 scout meetings, my attendance is somewhere near perfect. Wee Loong and Yu Hui owned the attendance. Don't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I still have to play a part in NPC training. As the saying goes: "We are a part, not apart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky people who do not have to come for NPC training = free slackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we really can clinch the best in the actual NPC. Brings about honour. Good luck to our training sessions then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiu Qi was pissing me off via MSN, but I officially forgive him... It's my fault too. I was also whining anyhow making Xiu Qi unable to help me with my stuff. I really appreciate his volunteering to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a BETTER day......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-173643707351426315?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/173643707351426315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=173643707351426315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/173643707351426315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/173643707351426315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-26-2008-sunday.html' title='October 26, 2008, Sunday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-1469712344491605951</id><published>2008-10-23T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:43:37.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 October, 2008, Thursday</title><content type='html'>Cross country run. Wow, it took me 23 minutes something without stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my legs were freaking tired afterwards. *pant pant*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to results: (sucky ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Languages:&lt;br /&gt;EL 62 B4&lt;br /&gt;CL 63 B4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sciences:&lt;br /&gt;Physics 69 B3&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry 79.3 A1&lt;br /&gt;Biology 68 B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others:&lt;br /&gt;EM 82.2 A1&lt;br /&gt;AM 69.3 B3&lt;br /&gt;Humanities 50 C6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Guess I wouldnt drop Bio next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to work harder at my Sciences, A Maths and Humanities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for languages, I just have to whack then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA points : 29 (A1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1R5: 17 (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP hours: 109.5h (meets target)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN GO TO A JC~!!! (provided I work hard for O levels)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS NEXT YEAR:&lt;br /&gt;1. No messing or tolerating Thenaesh or his nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;2. Stay off the computer and tv (ouch...)&lt;br /&gt;3. Mug uber hard (NOOOOOOOOOOOO...)&lt;br /&gt;4. Change for the better (point noted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it aint no holidays. It's gone. Competition, holiday homework, December camp and all..... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-1469712344491605951?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/1469712344491605951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=1469712344491605951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1469712344491605951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1469712344491605951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/10/23-october-2008-thursday.html' title='23 October, 2008, Thursday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-9110981834466597582</id><published>2008-10-22T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:36:09.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 October, 2008, Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Joseph's birthday yesterday. Sang the Happy Birthday song to him, along with Yong Yang. Joe looked as if he's gonna whack someone. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenaesh got my first blow to his face yesterday too. Hit his glasses until it came sort of loose, also injuring his eye slightly. Got satisfied with his punishment already. Also suaned him upside down, although he kept messing around with me. Touched and messed up my Rubik cube (when I don't know how to solve yet), got me supremely irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results wasn't very satisfactory. But my CCA result hit my target to get an A1. I'm going to make a New Year resolution : HARDCORE MUGGING for certain subjects of high importance. Perhaps Humanities, Biology (Please be glad that I'M NOT DROPPING IT, Ms Leow...), Physics, English, blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I might just swear myself off the computer then! (no MSN, no games, no blogging, ... ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps also no TV (ARGH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I might become this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GQ - TV - Computer = Wee Liang (All work and no play makes a Wee Liang LOL JUST JOKING WEE LIANG DUN GET TOO SERIOUS!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kin Tuck's MSN name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I remember the time I was kidnapped and they sent a piece of my finger to my father. He said he wanted more proof'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was the head, I might just strangle my dad in my afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in MT class, I was watching Mr Vampire in my class at IT lab. It was, although very old, very funny. Caught me in waves of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we watched Kungfu Hustle too. But didnt finish, coz school ended. Sianz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Well, holidays are approaching, do enjoy your days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-9110981834466597582?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/9110981834466597582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=9110981834466597582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/9110981834466597582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/9110981834466597582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/10/22-october-2008-wednesday.html' title='22 October, 2008, Wednesday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-1775876889006084719</id><published>2008-10-17T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:13:06.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In addition</title><content type='html'>Thenaesh fought with me yesterday. Got pissed. Just threw a bottle at him. But i suay suay got into his kicking range and he kicked my bottle off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rained punches on him after. That noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But end up Bryan got up to punch him till his specs flew out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenaesh L-balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid fatass. All he knows is to call ppl names and spam at other ppl blog's tagboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one is definitely a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep suaning Thenaesh until I sick of it liao le. Dunno wad's his problem. Everytime want attract attention and start an animal show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, he only know how to come up with lame excuses for defending his 'mistakes'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, he called Mr. Imran 'ma'am' and then act as if he got sex-differentiation-problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another time he tried to jump from 1 table to another and he fell onto the floor. He got scolded by teacher. LOL L-balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Thenaesh ought to be dragged to IMH coz councillors no use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm trying my best not to go whack Thenaesh, although he'll make a perfect punchbag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-1775876889006084719?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/1775876889006084719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=1775876889006084719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1775876889006084719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1775876889006084719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-addition.html' title='In addition'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-348425775070327903</id><published>2008-10-17T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:20:03.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 October, Friday, 2008</title><content type='html'>Lots of time lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday passed, and Avester and Xiu Qi came to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't partying, but it was still memorable.&lt;br /&gt;They did not mind coming. I was glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a Death Note notebook from XiuQi (that was NICE!) and a mousepad from Avester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I still have time to blog while trying to avoid not playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well deserved slacking period. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLACK ARGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm so lucky that Wil Beng postponed the preliminary report till next week. Many people did not complete it you know. Hopefully those NOT informed would remember to do so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like drinking Felix Felicis - Lucky potion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whew, exams are over, lost my sense of direction after all that mugging, PLAYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not much to comment anyway, just that the post-exam schedule really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Avester, do rmb to do your preliminary report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-348425775070327903?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/348425775070327903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=348425775070327903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/348425775070327903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/348425775070327903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/10/17-october-friday-2008.html' title='17 October, Friday, 2008'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-5342546228646164890</id><published>2008-09-11T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:22:29.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 September, 2008, Thursday</title><content type='html'>Ah, what a breather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have time for blooging (not for long - my exams coming in 3rd October) at least some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things happened, but I'm only going to go through what happened today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kai Tai and Thenaesh had no notes. Mr. Ikhuan called their parents. I sympathise with Kai Tai but NOT for Thenaesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Physics lesson was crap as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. MT lesson also like crap with Chew Hwa Soon. Only talk cock in lessons. I owe him homework so far (Holiday Assignment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did the A-Maths online test. Brain-draining. Wonder how 'Trigo-pro' Thenaesh is faring. Hope he flunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Stupid MT interviewing project. Haven't done the oral communication recording thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Will try to find time to update blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Simple' will be my theme. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-5342546228646164890?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/5342546228646164890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=5342546228646164890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/5342546228646164890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/5342546228646164890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/09/11-september-2008-thursday.html' title='11 September, 2008, Thursday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-7059904069711057347</id><published>2008-07-30T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:36:56.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>July 30, Wednesday, 2008</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Hungry Ghost Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life is overwhelming for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of it, it seems, comes directly from my CCA, Scouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what have I done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wil beng chasing me for minutes which I barely have time to finish, the 2 videos in which Avester does not seem to be helping all because of his IP schedule, Wil Beng is really giving me LOTS of stress. Now I am seriously badly shaken from the whole incident. In the end, I just burst out crying after unable to release all those 'steam' from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a total nightmare, having stress squeezed down into me and held there. I'm an introvert, if anyone didn't know me all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Cong was one of my councillors. He was pretty good at it. I managed to release it all out via the SMSes. But in the end, I'm on the verge of having depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are just too overwhelming. Homework piling up on me all of a sudden, CCA stuff to do. The videos were big feats as there were like 1000+ photos to look through and then Bryan Yong's computer sucks like what, Avester MIA (missing in action) in IP. Who told him to go there in the first place? Now he's rarely helping out. Furthermore, doesn't Wil beng know that I'm not the type for distributing jobs to others but more of doing jobs assigned to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says he wants to fire me from my Secretary post. He'd better do so, because I might end up screwing up my courage to tell him that and just dump it off. Maybe I'll quit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't he see that I'm a rubber band stretched too tight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Urn was right in me - he said that I could not take any more scoldings. Obviously it was. I am NOT NOT BOTHERED to do his minutes, but that I said I was not bothered because he demanded that I was not bothered to do the minutes and I don't want to jack him. He kena jacked so many times liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit it's partially my fault - I did not pass the job to my other secretaries. But the main thing was that I did NOT ask to be a secretary. I only said "I don't mind trying (means I'm not too sure)' and NOT 'YES'. I don't mind settling for Assistant Secretary, but NOT Secretary. So much stuff to handle. Now that I've flunked my Binomial Theorem test, he's happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see no point continuing on. In fact, the newcomer-Sec2s have all quitted except for Nicholas, who is on the point of quitting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me time lah. I'm not the multi-tasking sort of person. Furthermore, I have a BAD memory. Does he expect me to remember SO many things in one go? Impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll really quit if he pressurises me too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not scared for him to see my blog now. I do admit that it was wrong of me to insult Adriel via my blog, but what I'm saying NOW is a fact. What can he do about it? It is NOT an opinion. I'm careless. I wonder how a Group Scout Leader can not know about his people. It's a case of the government not bothering about its own citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if he's on a bad mood, he can't use that to scold people. Think people like it? Furthermore, there's CA2 coming soon and it makes life even more overwhelming. Can't believe how I feel glad to leave VS after the 4 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucky teachers like Ms Leow, who doesn't teach stuff properly. How do you get interested in that subject when there are teachers like her? And trust Avester to say that she's a good teacher just because she treated him lunch. Loser. Easily bribed. No backbone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate Avester for going to IP. I cannot communicate to him effectively except for MSN, emails, SMSes. Can't really find him to talk. But he's my best friend for sticking with me through times of thick and thin. He can tolerate my mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a really good friend; best friend to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is materialistic, superficial and prejudiced. Just because I'm short then they pick on me. I hate this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is never good. Only the bad stuff. You can call me a pessimist, but that's when you have not personally witnessed troubles all the time around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-7059904069711057347?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/7059904069711057347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=7059904069711057347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/7059904069711057347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/7059904069711057347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-30-wednesday-2008.html' title='July 30, Wednesday, 2008'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-1509665683166327887</id><published>2008-06-22T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:00:13.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XII PLTC, 13 - 17 June 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Began with layout inspection, admin, so on. Got tekan-ed upside down coz we were really taking our time. Cussed at that point of time. Was pure suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrols. Condor, Eagle, Falcon, Hawk, all ferocious flying birds. Too bad mine got a ugly head and as for the flog, I had to substitute it for a nicer-looking head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures was the main thing later on after flag break. Air-conditioned Flexi-room. Fun. Although some people appreciated it by sleeping in the lectures. Dexter came in at one point when we were discussing the OIP (Observation-Interpretation-Planning) Method for that day's happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch (I think). My patrol got pumped coz we didn't keep the flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One very notorious part of it was that we were discussing about the sleeping-in-the-lectures part. Dexter's interest got aroused and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted the name list of the people who were sleeping. WAKE-UP-CALL~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he never did that (knock them down). Surprise surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lectures was 2 games planned by each of our patrol (although only 2 patrols, Condor and I think Falcon were made to plan night games got the go-on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of the lectures was all those stuff about the secretary's job. Eyes were perhaps on me. Even the ALs. I screwed up as secretary, okay? Sorry lah, dunnit look at me like this right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we all got ample sleep (of about 5 - 6 hours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that it was the first time we had this amount of sleep during PLTC. Must be a lucky batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got the stick for the flagpole. Shervin helped my patrol to tie the flag to the stick. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lecture was communication skills. We had some activity whereby we could talk to each other (relief) for some time leisurely before we were suppose to comment on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fun at the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one lecture was about compass exercise. This, we had to COMMIT to our minds coz we have 'Tomb Raider' (Chinese-Cemetery@Lim Chu Kang-Walk) and we will be walking NOT in between the tombstones but within the paths. Furthurmore, we will be tested on compass exercise skills for this activity tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games 3 and 4. Got pumped coz we were already falling behind time and we were still dawdling around. They were pissed. Also, flags were left lying around and got pumped again. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrol Presentation 1. I and Timothy (Sec 2) were made to present. Unfortunately, I was nervous coz the last question was UNANSWERED and I was totally stoned there. I just random-whacked the whole thing and got over it. But they could tell I was nervous. No point hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEARNING PROCESS, DUDE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pioneering. Worse part for me coz I'm Duty PL (oops forgot to mention at front part). I was supposed to plan it with others and it was to take 10 minutes to build.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SF4YlvYAgiI/AAAAAAAAAU8/YjseYzDa-z0/s1600-h/TheTenMinuteTower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214632455193002530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SF4YlvYAgiI/AAAAAAAAAU8/YjseYzDa-z0/s200/TheTenMinuteTower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Credit: Avester) The Ten-Minute Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It consisted of 4 tripods and a square top. Wewere taking so much time to plan. 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add on: Patrol Instructors were Mr. Bryan Chan and Mr. Ching Tuan Woon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave us this much time. We were arguing about the whole plan and I ended up following what they said instead of going ahead with my plan. Kena 'eaten up'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan shut up about the planning. We went ahead of the building part. Screwed up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were competing with other patrols for the poles coz last minute change of size of pole. He shut up again. I sensed trouble brewing. I was afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after we got all the poles, it was taking too long. Bryan was starting to be impatient. I was getting more and more afraid. Ropes and poles taken, so we quickly proceeded to our workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tied the first 4 tripods and were summoned to Bryan via his instructions. Trouble was waiting to strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was really on the verge of exploding. I quickly instructed them on this and that (but bad job coz I'm not the type for instruction but I'm the type for doing-what-I'm-told...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Base formed after loads of time. Now for the top part. I and 3 others had to climb up to do it, but Bryan help us so much to do it for us. Thanks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was particularly scared of heights, so I wasn't really for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we had to demolish it although we did not have enough time to complete it coz it was nearing dinner. We just placed the two other poles in position and took some photos. Then demolishing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearing time. After that, I and Ivan (Sec 2) helped to fill the water bottles. Then I forgotten about Bryan's instructions about the time limit. They got pumped all bcoz of me. Felt stinkin guilty. I got a dressing down instead. Felt MORE guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shut up all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, at a tutorial whereby my patrol was supposed to plan an indoor meeting, all activities was discontinued. Dunno why, but I had mixed feelings. One part of me felt happy that I had loads of time to sleep. Another part of me felt that it was trouble. What was it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main course was the Tomb Raider. Took a chartered bus to Lim Chu Kang cemetery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slack time before the adventure starts. Got to sleep for some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passed through it (not without some guidance).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was a continued activity. Walking after walking after walking. Tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After completing the whole course, my patrol went to the cemetery office and had a mini-washup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back for lunch. Then it was the Endurance March.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We packed up all our stuff in our rucksacks and went for a 3-hour walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FREAKIN STRESSING. Tiring, man. The weight sure stunt my growth already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steroid? Dunno. But it was freakin tiring coz I was at the back part and I was practically running most of the time coz everybody's laggin and the lag increased with every person. I was about to break down at that time. Almost died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adriel, whom I had immaturely offended, even went to the extent of asking me whether I was alright. A sense of gratitude went within me. Had he forgiven me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, I felt like a hero. I resisted the whole piece of hardship!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But one thing. We skipped a lecture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept again. (Not much sleep though)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We quickly packed up and prepared to go to Ubin. Layout inspection 2. More knocking it down. Sadistic happenings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we helped to carry some stuff and took a bus to Changi Village Ferry Terminal. Slept again, but Bryan dropped something which fell with a loud clank and almost everyone woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was when we were approaching the terminal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unloading time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bumboat. Whoohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We already learnt how to build a basha, so we proceeded to build a two-men basha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SF4fOW9RnvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/-CJE7QrcnoQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214639750082830066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SF4fOW9RnvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/-CJE7QrcnoQ/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A basha. The two basha sticks are to be attached to the top 2 corners at the top. The groundsheet it to be at the bottom of the basha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took so f***ing long, we got f***ed up. Knocked it down countless times (by Dexter. He even gave us discount. Even betted with Avester, who was course IC for the day, on how long he needed).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were so sad. Owing pushups wasn't a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last, with bent pegs and flabby-looking bashas, we got over all those stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SRIT next. Some strategy and teamwork-building activity. First was the Crossing game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets take a look:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;__________________________ (First shoreline marked by rope)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                   [ SEA ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        ISLAND         (only 2 people allowed up here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                  [ SEA ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;__________________________ (Second shoreline marked by rope)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were given 4 poles: 2 long and 2 short ones. We were supposed to find a way to cross to the other shoreline without dropping into the sea, along with 2 boxes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I and Nicholas were the only people who made it to the other shore. Sad. Furthurmore, it was HOT! Strong sun. Zzzz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next activity: the electric fence activity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brennan was supposed to fake a fall, but he REALLY fell. Stunner. Joker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to hoist him using a stretcher. Gosh. I carried all their water bottles XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrived at electric fence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We aren't suposed to touch the 'fence' made up of some plastic twine or we'll be dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could cross in between the gaps, but Timothy was supposed to be dead. He touched it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, everyone made it except Timo. Sad case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next activity: Deadly electric fence. I became a handicapped person who couldn't use his legs. We were also provided with 3 poles. We argued about the method to use for getting over this activity. Spent around 8 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, we came to one idea. But we still failed. X(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last activity: Blind-bashar-building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were supposed to blindfold ourselves except for 1 person who would be instructing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lobbed my dry-fit VC shirt over my head. Only thing was that I could see. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I did not disclose anything obviously. Must act blind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of the whole thing, my patrol was pumped. We kept asking for time extensions after extensions after extensions. Dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ To be continued....]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-1509665683166327887?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/1509665683166327887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=1509665683166327887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1509665683166327887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1509665683166327887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/06/xii-pltc-13-17-june-2008.html' title='XII PLTC, 13 - 17 June 2008'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SF4YlvYAgiI/AAAAAAAAAU8/YjseYzDa-z0/s72-c/TheTenMinuteTower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-8101999207770300656</id><published>2008-05-15T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T18:39:56.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 May, 2008, Thursday</title><content type='html'>Finally, I've lots of free time. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I especially went to clear all that clutter in my room. Didn't really realise how much junk that had gathered throughout the times that I piled paper and paper and paper on the stacks of papers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I really went to clear my room. Stinks. Took me nearly one hour to clear the room of all those clutter. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing was that I nearly wanted to chuck ALL of them into the bin, but I felt that I really needed to look through EVERY SINGLE THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use your brains man, its obvious. There could be important things stuffed in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there REALLY was. Really pissed at that time when I went to go through every single piece of paper. It was hard work, mind you. It all gathered after MONTHS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing: If you are pretty unconvinced, try leaving your table alone for months. Then decide on one particular day whereby you would really clear your table. Look forward to a garbage dump when you look again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about the free time? Well, 2 days of free time wasn't exactly much, but I played 6 hours plus yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, this must have to do with celebration of the end of exams, right? Yeah, that was the best feeling I'd ever had in my lifetime. End of exams was always the thing that I looked forward to (which applies to everyone) and well, I didn't really know what I was doing, but since I was alone in the house, COMPUTER FULL HOUSE! (not really...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing really pissed me off though : my internet connection FAILED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally pissed at that time, this was the moment that I prayed, hoped and looked forward for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my modem just had to screw itself on that day. WHY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stinkin computer-plus-modem. Should get a change anytime soon (but anyway, I do not have the authority to get a new computer, preferably labtop).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always happened in mornings and afternoons. But in extreme cases, it occurs 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought to myself: Stinkin piece of shit, stop giving me all these man. All I want is to play, so can't you grant me my wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, it worked after I went to switch on my computer at early afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it worked. Conlusion? Never look too forward to something lest you want to be disappointed later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing today: I went with my good primary-school-friend Shaun. Tampines North Primary School. Well, honestly speaking, the security guard stinks. He was apparently lecturing us. When we don't need it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed. Came there for nothing. But then, my friend had my ex-teacher's phone number. How he'd get that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I heard shouts of 'I'm here' and I knew its my ex-teacher's voice. But where? But the main thing was that we were allowed to enter but we had to sign in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked, primary school kids were simply getting wilder and wilder. My god, I thought to myself, this CANNOT be happening. Kids walking freely when it's supposed to be lessons. Such 'freedom'. To be cussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we went around for a while and finally, our ex-teacher (we used to be in same class back in my primary school) called out to us from the HOD room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice chat here, there, I met another one of my ex-teachers. And another. Too bad it was just the 2 of us, otherwise it would have been great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice chat with my ex-Science teacher first. Funny characteristics he has. Only thing was that he was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which followed up by another with my ex-Maths teacher. Strict she was in my primary school maths lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, TNPS was REALLY better than VS. Their teaching sucks (not all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would point out really good teachers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ms Lim (for Maths)&lt;br /&gt;2. Ms Lyana (Chemistry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot: so long ago!! oops XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ms Lim (again)&lt;br /&gt;2. Mr Munir (Biology)&lt;br /&gt;3. Mr Wong (Chemistry)&lt;br /&gt;4. Mrs Lim (Home Econs)&lt;br /&gt;5. Ms Raksha (Geography)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dunno... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3 is currently pending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... so few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leow doesn't teach properly. And the way she admits that she wasn't needed, how true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY NO POINT GOING THROUGH SCHOOL STUFF!!!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-8101999207770300656?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/8101999207770300656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=8101999207770300656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/8101999207770300656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/8101999207770300656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/05/15-may-2008-thursday.html' title='15 May, 2008, Thursday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-7266376283048546812</id><published>2008-05-11T15:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:22:26.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May 11, 2008, Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note: This post has been edited once.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - B3 / A2&lt;br /&gt;E-Maths and A-Maths - A1&lt;br /&gt;All Sciences (Physics, Biology, Chemistry) - A2 / A1&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities - B4&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what I aimed for. But now assesing the whole situation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - unless a miracle comes&lt;br /&gt;E-Maths and A-Maths - careless mistakes but can get A1 (thx alot Kara Tay for E-Maths!)&lt;br /&gt;E-Maths and A-Maths was free marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Sciences - Physics is anyhow whack but Chem maybe A1, Bio maybe B4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities - GG for Social Studies, Geography near to death.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - I am so screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, its 2 more papers to go, so keep it up there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Ms Leow. She even admit that she was perfectly unnecessary for teaching. Might as well tell her to **** off. She only complicates things anyway. No point having her to teach (which I 101% agree), might as well read the whole textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, wait till end-of-year then I see. If I really cannot get that grade for Biology, I'll drop it for good. If not, then I'll still continue to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm having that 51% feeling to drop Biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless siah she...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the current papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made careless mistakes for E-Maths, so around 5 marks gone there (although I don't hope for more to come) and for A-Maths, I'll lose around 2-3 marks (the stupid ab question: alpha beta question) coz they put a square and b square. Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hence, I screwed big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry got 1 question where I lost 6 marks straight. ^.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-7266376283048546812?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/7266376283048546812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=7266376283048546812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/7266376283048546812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/7266376283048546812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-11-2008-sunday.html' title='May 11, 2008, Sunday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-2820706551111401361</id><published>2008-04-24T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T19:36:13.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24-4-08</title><content type='html'>Its time I'll make my blog a bit more matured. I know its tad too childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm doing all I can to make it look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its time for a huge revamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now back to the main thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not talk about Thenaesh this time. He wastes my breath and is not worthy to be talked of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall just take it as he just doesn't exist. And I'm not gonna waste my lifetime getting into fights over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its really time for me to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the more main stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA1's coming, so This may probably become the last post before I start mugging all the way. I do admit that I gonna need to buck up for Mmy Social Studies, Geography and Physics. Anyway, I heck care about Biology, coz' Ms Leow's teaching it. I'm already not getting whatever she says. And the best of all, she's just a normal Biology textbook with only some really extra details. No point of her coming to teach. I can read the textbook myself. Thanks a lot man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not really need to study for Maths and Chemistry, coz' I've got all the concepts in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Binomial Theorem's really got my head. Darryl tells me that I'm thinking too much about it. MAYBE I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so serious about something that I just think and think and think until I get pissed over that 'tricky' question. That really takes a toll on me. And I read '&lt;em&gt;my paper&lt;/em&gt;' : 我报(wo bao) and checked about my constellation. Libra, as it seems, have mood swings. Extremely moody. So that explains my characteristics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know. Up to you to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, This is the last post before I really finish my exams. So wait till mid-May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Damn CIP. Its taking off my May time again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-2820706551111401361?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/2820706551111401361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=2820706551111401361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/2820706551111401361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/2820706551111401361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/04/24-4-08.html' title='24-4-08'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-1686782250313270857</id><published>2008-04-01T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:32:52.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April 1, 2008, Tuesday</title><content type='html'>For people who still in dreamland, Happy April Fools' day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who have grown up, lets proceed on with more serious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have SA1 at around May, so I will probably try not to get on too much with the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm particularly worried about my Geography. I'd flunked straight away with a D7. My god, that seriously sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I had some uninteresting chain of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haziq sent Thenaesh the hardcore style sex sound. Why'd he do that? Encourage him to be more spastic? Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;And then, my class had to go support the Cricket team of VS at Fernvale Primary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty hot there - open field. What's so fun about cricket? Getting cooked in the heat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring. We had a mini-picnic there. We bought snacks from our canteen and ate them there. And my water supply dried up, hence I felt thirsty and had to resort to drinking Sean's H-Two-O. I owe him $1 so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I left my water bottle at a metal seat and when I finally came back for it, it STEAMED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I'd just proven the theory that metal is a good conductor of heat (just joking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, flag waving and cheering. No point of having a 'good' chance when we have to beat a score of 117. In the end, we lost again. No point cheering. No point being so enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kun Hao broke my ruler and finally paid up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, on the way home, I had a nice chat with Bryan Yong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we talked about animal science. Then we proceeded on to my stuff (ahem... my height, advices.. DANG...)  and finally, some politics and how humans are easily unsatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd proven that theory about how humans are easily unsatisfied. For example, people who are taller than the smaller people keep suaning or picking on them. Why? Insecurity? Or is it that you just can't have the satisfaction that you are tall such that you have to go and pick on smaller people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense. Useless bum. If they devote their energy to better stuff, they'd excel already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another case - me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry about my results. But it comes from the root of all problems in our education today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all might know, high demand for top grades happen. This is due to the old thinking that better grades basically means talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all wrong. We get good grades just to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Please our parents.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get better jobs - we're faking it for acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;3. Other reasons not stated above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only learn for the sake for learning, so no point getting good grades unless we really know what we are learning. Coersion for good grades for a better future - standards WILL drop, I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my CCA, for instance. The Sec 2s are hopeless. They joke around as if there's nothing much to do. I'm so blessed that the Sec 2s in my patrol, even if I'm not too sure about Zhi Yuan, are not that hopeless. In fact, Zen can be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the heck do you hammer basic stuff to them? Their footdrill, it really is desperately screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because its a common trend in primary schools which are brought up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I shall end here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-1686782250313270857?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/1686782250313270857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=1686782250313270857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1686782250313270857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1686782250313270857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-1-2008-tuesday.html' title='April 1, 2008, Tuesday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-941244288222087568</id><published>2008-03-26T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:41:50.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 March, 2008, Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my schedule was extremely flooded with homework, school work, CCA, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I had my Chinese oral today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conversation part was only around 2 minutes. X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I'll be taking over my CCA post at around April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like this Death Note is about to go straight into the bin. It's gonna get busy. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so far, I'd tried not to procrastinate. It's especially bad. It took me around 5 years or so to learn that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it gets me panicky when I see leftover homework not done. Coz the pile begins to rise and rise until it reaches my ears and then that's when I reach my limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, so well, I'm doing fine, except my head banged on the toilet door when I and several others were caught climbing over a fence door for shortcut to get into VS and was caught by Mr. Sng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all ran to hide in a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, whose idea was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd got an L1R5 of 16. It goes as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English : B4&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities : D7&lt;br /&gt;E-Maths : A1&lt;br /&gt;A-Maths : A1&lt;br /&gt;Physics : A1&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry : A2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god - alot of people flunked Geography and English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology : B3&lt;br /&gt;Chinese : D7  (XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolx... So my aim now becomes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - B3 / A2&lt;br /&gt;E-Maths and A-Maths - A1&lt;br /&gt;All Sciences (Physics, Biology, Chemistry) - A2 / A1&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities - B4&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, all these are possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to find time to update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-941244288222087568?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/941244288222087568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=941244288222087568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/941244288222087568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/941244288222087568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/03/26-march-2008-wednesday.html' title='26 March, 2008, Wednesday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-5051563617997901147</id><published>2008-03-11T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:56:32.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 March, 2008, Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I'd never believed in religion. I'd never even did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? You may seem very interested or not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My religion is Buddhism. I had to pray for good health, good results and good luck. But however hard I do, things just keep revolving around me in an opposite way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can give lots of examples, if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, on the part where I pray to grow taller, I did grow... but ever so slowly, that it makes no difference. Then, I get suan-ed all over and over again. So what if I really did grow little by little? I get hell from lots of people, even from the Sec 3 camp I had attended. They all always surround me and ask the same thing over and over : "You what class, you what level, ... ...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I feel burdened by some best friends around me. Joseph calls me tiny. Fine with me. That wasn't really so bad. Wee Liang is of no problem, coz I have something to call him back. For Brandon, its not too much of a problem too, although he might seem like a boulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But afterall, what matters is the frequency. During one time, when there was such a heavy downpour in the first day of the Sec 3 camp at KOREF (Kahang Organic Rice Eco Farm). We pitched our tents in the rain, went into the shelter with some other classes and one sports class were getting pure enthu. They were all cheering, singing lame songs (sorry Clement, you are stuck with them...), and the rain just got more and more. Don't they just have the sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they sang the 'Rain, rain, go away...' song and dear Heaven went for more water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't just tell them to shut up. Imagine telling one whole gang to stay clear of your path. You might get beaten up for your arrogance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got drenched and were particularly pissed off with the bad rainy day. Yet, the noise added in. We were shivering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking on the bright side of life does NOT really do you all good. You get drenched cold in the cold cold rain and you'd expect some silence and peace. While some people look on the bright side of life by cheering, it makes other people pissed off. The majority, to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was okay. Although I did felt a bit pissed off. Then, my class was called out for lunch and some people crossed through the bunch of sports class. Then, the Malay boys grabbed me and refused to let go. I really hit my limits and showed them a rude gesture. Then, they were buay song. I didn't care. I felt pissed off out of my limits already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, second day. We got a nice day. But good things never lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It proceeded to a hot oven day the third day. Steamed and got sunburnt. That wasn't fun. I'd got it twice in total like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the nightwalk was pretty cheapskate. The lightstick was so small, it made no difference about whether we would not get lost with the light or whether the lightstick would stay intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we were made to pack up early and sleep in the kitchen. Well, there was a reason behind this. I did not mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how I pray, or pray until I die, there is never a good day that lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the third day was water obstacles. Farhan had to be so action by telling me to hurry up when I was trying my best to and to steady myself in the process. He dare not run either, so why comment in the first place? Shut up lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp was a failure. The first day was screwed up - the tents all became wet and uncomfortable. Why? Not waterproof. Leak and leak. My bag got wet, my towel also got wet. No point bathing anymore coz my towel was used to wipe the tent dry, which happened to be grassy and grainy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somemore, the Kampong-Adidas shoes were soaked wet and muddy and since they were rubber, I tell you how they could get your feet pathetic. I got my eczema from this and it was unpleasant. Kun Hao told me that if I did not dry my feet and prevent it from getting wet consecutively, I'd get fungus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now eczema for me lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pray for good health, I better think twice. I had became bed-ridden with fever and some other symtoms. I think that was either dengue (which was impossible or maybe it could) or severe flu. I was too weak to eat anything, so I lost my appetite and got SKINNIER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time, I vomitted around 11 times due to gastric or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always been in poor health. I get headache attacks too - almost frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just feel like a rubber band that's about to snap after being stretched too tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if veing small have its own advantage, you suffer emotionally and physically - when you get bullied physically and getting suaned all over and over from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, suicide is bliss, isn't it? It ends your whole nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for good results? It didn't last. I got a D7 in Mother Tongue in the end. I got sadistic marks I didn't pray for. 70-something marks? I'd expected to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, good things never lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke down during Biology revision because of the spastic terms to remember and I do not have such memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I fear my Geography marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for Jobweek? I desperately needed to rest on that Saturday. I admit I'm not such a SUPERMAN as them. Then they raise me too high up to their level. And then I get the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I got scolded yesterday by Wil Beng. I felt so low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knuckles already hurt from trying to rush the 'second' day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then SLC. Whose idea was that? Now, I only have a Friday and a Sunday for my March holiday to complete my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Scouts, I'm always badly informed about certain stuff that I have to do. So, I keep getting confused like I'm in a whirlwind and just came out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck? I don't have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vowed to get Bumblebee badge from Sec 1 regardless of how tough it was. But after 2 severely disappointing results, I'd have lost all that hope that remained in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get pannoramic views of the camp, but I did not bring my phone. See? Wasted chance. Where is all the luck that I prayed for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddha just loved to break whatever hope I have and make me so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'd lost my bag, I cried so hard that nothing could ever comfort me. The bag was so important - it had all the notes. I fear for my health, exams, my family. But my brothers bully me most of the time. I don't get the relaxation I need. 1 hour of play? That's barely enough! All I ask is only from 1 hour 30 minutes to 2 hours. Is it so difficult or is it really so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously want to end my nightmares. I seriously do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my hope has already broken in me. I have nothing left. No one understands me. Even teachers suddenly look so cruel. They suan me in front and behind me. I dislike people who suan me behind my back. I know they are already doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Avester accepts my unstable mood and my height. He is the very best friend I'd ever had. Even if he's noisy, I do not mind. He can put up with me and forgive me. Too bad he's gone for IP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never suan me at all. Never. Even Joseph is doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is cruel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-5051563617997901147?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/5051563617997901147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=5051563617997901147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/5051563617997901147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/5051563617997901147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/03/11-march-2008-tuesday.html' title='11 March, 2008, Tuesday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-4016886944812871543</id><published>2008-03-02T16:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T18:00:35.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 2, 2008, Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Scouts Investiture 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't really very nice, but overall, it was pretty satisfactory. I got all my fun from suaning Fabian Tan about his 'bad hair day'. They laughed when they heard it. My idea you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- SATURDAY, 1 MARCH ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and Yu Hui walked to the Scout Den and saw lots of people. First time I see so many people punctual like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, finally, when the chartered bus came, we headed for Sarimbun Scout campsite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was SUPER ULU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the whole journey seemed like ages to reach there.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, we passed by a couple of graveyards.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, we passed by some bus stops which appeared in front of forests and more forests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking ulu place it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we noticed that it rained on the way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain went awful later on when we reached there. It rained like cats and dogs and we felt soooo coooooooooooold after getting drenched by the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to carry the stuff out of the bus in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we had time to memorise our script for our skit. We did a skit on some crap Avester whipped up and which was improvised by Wei An. He extra and go give more ideas, so we dragged him into the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He became the 'hero' in the skit. Then we continued to suan him about his eyebrows incident (too bad he shaved his eyebrows).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the ending turned out like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My style, my eyebrows!" [eyebrows start twitching]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, after all that crap, we proceeded on to the Team Building Elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My patrol started on the one whereby there were two cables tied in a V-shape. One of the cables was tied on one tree while the other was tied on a second tree. The cables formed a V-shape. Then We were supposed to hold palm to palm and cross over to the furthest side of the V-shaped cables (which was the widest part) while standing on the cables. I done until approximately 1/8 of the whole thing before my and my partner's backs hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bending down was unavoidable on the wider space. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lasted ages before that ache went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then James tried with Zen and he fell, scraping his thigh on the cable. It was bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then tried with Wil Beng and no one managed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all those namby-pamby. Yadda, yadda, yadda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next stage - the balancing beam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and Yu Hui somehow became the attention because I was skinny and he was fat. And we were supposed to balance each other's weight. In the end, it took some time and we got all the ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly slipped out of the balancing beam. My shoes soles were slippery. Also, when I became the attention, the whole balancing process took me to a whole new level of ups and downs. It went up, then down, then up, then down, then up, then down, ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I did not just eat lunch before this, otherwise I'd vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Wil Beng wanted to take photos of us balancing. Sianz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that - the crossing of the cubes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to use 2 planks to go through levels of cubes. It went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------- &lt;- Ending point&lt;br /&gt;X X LEVEL 4&lt;br /&gt;X X X LEVEL 3&lt;br /&gt;X X LEVEL 2&lt;br /&gt;X X X LEVEL 1&lt;br /&gt;-------- &lt;- Starting point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to use the two planks to cross the levels and we can only go to the next level when the whole patrol fills up the level they are at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, only when the whole patrol filled up level 1 can they proceed to level 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how we proceeded:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6.&lt;br /&gt;-------- -------- -------- -------- -------- ------&lt;br /&gt;X X X X X X X X X X 0 0&lt;br /&gt;X X X X X X X X X X''X''X 0..0..0 X X X&lt;br /&gt;X X X X X X 0 0 X X X X&lt;br /&gt;X X X 0_ X _0 0..0..0 X X X X X X X X X&lt;br /&gt;------ -------- -------- -------- -------- --------&lt;br /&gt;(publishing and viewing error - will change next time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. represents ┴ (cross plank).&lt;br /&gt;represents the plank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we died so many times but Shu Liang was kind enough not to 'see' anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, we went for lunch and switched to archery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at it. And Wei An was boasting about how good he could shoot. In the end, Kun Hao was the professional archer. He scored all red ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee Loong scored all the colours except the middle one (the bullseye).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Wee Loong, Janus and Wei An was irritating me and I somewhat got into a small fight with Wei An coz he poked me when I was struggling to get out of Wee Loong's grip. I whacked him in the head, and he whacked me back. Then Janus go and suan me again. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about suaning, Sean also love to suan me. Sianz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shot everything randomly. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archery is really DIFFICULT. And the trainer was damn lame. She treates us like primary school kids. Only thing that I was careless in one part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fawwas was still shooting when I thought he had finished shooting and I went to pick the arrow. She shouted and I jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, some arrows were shot so far that it seemed to be lost. If it went over the fence, then goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhong Wei fared BADLY. VERY BADLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone broke a bow. Who was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after all that activities, we were feeling tired and sweaty. Then we went to do our own stuff like getting changed or bathe or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, bathing was a problem issue.&lt;br /&gt;I will go to that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The free time was used in the rehersing. Wil Beng wanted to rehearse about the Sec 1s investiture first, so we went to the dormitory. We made so much noise with our laughter and shouts that we kena warned and knocked down like 2 to 3 times. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wil Beng was getting angry. We shut up. But did we last long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were uncooperative people. Sianz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only after much trouble then we decided firmly on our final script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the long awaited investiture came. The Sec 2s performed first. It was a silly dance based on the song called 'Kungfu Fighting'. Lame and more lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not really watch the whole version because I went to get the dorm key from Fabian Tan to open Dormitory 1 to get my umbrella as the 'weapon' for the skit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the Sec 1s performed later. It was the singing of a song, which was found in the Scout blog, called 'How To Save A Life' by The Fray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The background music seemed to be singing for them. Last year, my level also extracted the song from the Scout blog and we got the lyrics ourselves. The new Sec 1s got the lyrics with help from Wil Beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then our background music was Ziyad's guitar. We really sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I received my Advanced Scouts Standard badge. My first pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by our skit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then followed by many other things. Which, after all that, was the Sec 4s performance.&lt;br /&gt;It was about some kungfu competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first competitor, Chub Chub - which came later (Xiu Qi - in Scout uniform).&lt;br /&gt;The second competitor, [forget the name already] (James, assisted with a trolley and walking in a so-called 'sexy' way and showing off his legs -no shapely figure de...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third competitor, Bian Tai (The Flasher) : Fabian Tan (wearing a disposable paper underwear outside and covered in poncho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final competitor, ET : Changda with some headband muttering 'Niao niao niao niao... ...' and standing on a trolley covered with a poncho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fought 1st round. James and Changda made it to the final round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADVERTISEMENT TIME : Sean performing martial arts skill and then showing his back with someone running over to paste a piece of paper with random handphone numbers written on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOCCA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ET won in the end. With a 'Yin-Yang finger', which shot out a piece of jagged paper out at James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some special effects were shadowed people - covered in jackets or poncho - coming over and hitting the other party. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame, but funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got promoted to PL. Second pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I went back to my dorm to change to slippers and pack my things properly. Some other people also did that. We were supposed to help the other Sec 3s clean the rubbish bin. Guang Jie punished us by making us run and change into slippers and back to shoes and socks and placing them somewhere and back and forth and here and there and changing again and again and ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sweated like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we kick-started with the keeping of stuff and then they wanted us to play the candle game. The Sec 1s seemed uninterested. They were like looking at me as if I got some disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played, and I drawed with Baden patrol.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Kin Tuck found me and we talked and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he said that he was going to play the movie 'The Grudge'. It was a horror movie. Always.&lt;br /&gt;I did not want to watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I am promoted to being a PL, responsibilities lie ahead for me. As the saying goes : With great power lies great responsibility (from Spiderman movie), I have to work hard now. Regardless of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I just rinsed myself with water and scramed out during free time, when we were supposed to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad. Then we do some sai kang before we went back to sleep (that was before I rinsed myself...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cold. It was just like air-con. The fan and the cold night made it hard for me to sleep (I did not bother to unroll my sleeping bag for a blanket). Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I was holding my urine for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the toilet alone at night. ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I kept waking up in the middle of the night. Sianz... I became extremely tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- SUNDAY, 2 MARCH ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only knew that I was supposed to fall in at 7am only when I heard it myself. They had said 6.45 am and 6.30 am. I did not know which to believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong at both. DARN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes of precious sleep just flew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PT after exercises. Ran and ran. I brought my phone along, so it was inconvenient for running while holding it in my hands during running or even putting it in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I sweated like mad again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soldiers were seen a few km from our campsite.&lt;br /&gt;Why Sarimbun? Why not at school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we finally got to eat breakfast and we began packing up. Also, we had free time earlier, so I quickly rinsed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were about 30-something to 40-something flying insects resting on the cubicle walls when I took a look at one cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not dare go in at first. It was so disgusting. Imagine them perching on your private parts or your eyes. You might just get that hairy leg feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may I continue from here next time? I don't want to bore you guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-4016886944812871543?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/4016886944812871543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=4016886944812871543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/4016886944812871543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/4016886944812871543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-2-2008-sunday.html' title='March 2, 2008, Sunday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-7425479883695829959</id><published>2008-02-21T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T20:06:58.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 21, 2008, Thursday</title><content type='html'>CA1 was breathing down my neck. Now it's all over, I'm so relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were certain close shaves too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an instance, I nearly thought that I would fail Geography. Fortunately, I have very helpful friends like Joseph who helped me tide over this period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, there's Biology. There may be a possibility that I may drop this subject. Firstly, Ms Leow does not give notes (which are as precious as gold) and my class does not understand every single thing that she says. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, our class is in a deep Biology crisis. Should we oust her? Seems like a very druel idea. Keep her? Then our Biology grades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all must have known that during exam periods, notes are your God. They are the only ones who can salvage your grades. Imagine trying to stuff all that stuff in your head all at once. You might burst, won't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno. Just don't wanna raise this kind of thing up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, can slack. Shiok ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, today, it was the first time I slept in Maths class. I dunno why, but I was pretty tired, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the verge of sleeping. Then, I nearly fell asleep when I heard my name being called by Mr. Zuraimi. I was further woken up by Kun Hao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Must apologise to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I screwed up my Bio and Physics paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should hang myself if anything goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, life in 3E is getting better, although in fits and starts. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Thenaesh will change or scram. That's all I request only. (except for good grades too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOKES TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Thenaesh went over to one guy in my class and called out to him...&lt;br /&gt;[Thenaesh] : Say hi to the swamp thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cccaaauuuggghhhttt Mr. Ikhuan's ears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mr. Ikhuan] : So you are officially the swamp thing?&lt;br /&gt;[laughter]&lt;br /&gt;[Thenaesh] : NO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the Survival Thenaesh that Bryan proposed, he survived. It continued to Yong Yang and Clement. They put it as 'Survival Elango Island'.... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-7425479883695829959?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/7425479883695829959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=7425479883695829959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/7425479883695829959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/7425479883695829959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/02/february-21-2008-thursday.html' title='February 21, 2008, Thursday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-1631789405921911722</id><published>2008-02-09T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T08:15:20.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 February, 2007, Saturday</title><content type='html'>Firstly, there's no scout meeting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the war on Thenaesh is getting nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He complained to Ms Leow, hence she tried talking to him, and then he mentioned alot of other people's names inside. But actually, it's all his fault right from the start. He keeps disturbing people, swearing by other people's mother and father, making hell lots of noise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he can get out of my class. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit in front of him everyday, and I'm already getting sick of him before one month had already arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the whole class had 'cracked'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the inquiry, I just wrote my account that Ms Leow wanted. Anyway, it's plainly his fault. Why do they really think that it's not his fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to suffer? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm able to tolerate him for another 2 years - try sitting in front of him and you will know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting your chair kicked at, dragged about, having lots of noise behind you, hitting you with books and other noob stuff and many many more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tolerate him? I salute the ex-1A and ex-2A people. They managed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't want to talk about that person anymore - he doesn't deserve any limelight at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the doomed E-Maths Test 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this question that killed even the high-IQ(as if)-and-high-FQ Thenaesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;+1 – 7&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;-1 / 3 × 72&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt; = &lt;em&gt;p&lt;/em&gt; × 72&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt; ; Find the value of &lt;em&gt;p&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;. (graphical error - not 7&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;+1, but 7^&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;+1, also applies to the rest of the &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This killed the whole of 3E. Try this question if you dare......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully, times are to be better next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-1631789405921911722?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/1631789405921911722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=1631789405921911722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1631789405921911722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1631789405921911722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/02/9-february-2007-saturday.html' title='9 February, 2007, Saturday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-3173717343205359165</id><published>2008-01-29T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T17:04:19.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 29, 2008, Tuesday</title><content type='html'>How time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Thenaesh is getting more and more irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder. He managed to drive Mr. Anuar out of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had noticed that he did not do the homework that he assigned all of us to do, so he told him to get out of the class, but he practically stoned there like nothing happened and stared back at him. He repeated his instructions for him to get out. He stone there again. Finally, he just announced that he'll go and off he really went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenaesh just sat still in his seat. FCK him. I want to pass my Geography. In the end, due to peer pressure (truth is actually rants and shouts from us), he finally went off with a class pass to hunt for him. He came back after a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, he just stood in front of the lift looking at which floor he went and came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG stupid siah!!! 0.0''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rant and shout at him again and off he went to the staff room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG stupid siah!!! 0.0''  (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came back again and more rants and shouts. This time, Shaun, my classmate, decided to go himself. But we made Thenaesh go and find him. This time round, he managed it. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he goes to the HOD room, stupid Thenaesh. He should leave VS right away. He thinks he's cleverer than all of us, but NO WAY! He should go to Loyang Secondary School. He can stay there for the rest of his lifetime. Maybe ITE after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck him lah. He should just go to jail for condemning Mr Lee Kuan Yew, the Singapore flag and many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really should. He's buzzing all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he came back to the classroom and stated that he did not want to talk about this incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Ms. Koh. She gave Thenaesh such a lecturing of her life. He was told to erase the board and he wiped the homework away. Fucker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she apprehended Yong Kang and Samuel. zzz... they ran around the corridor. They very bo liao hor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she gave Jonathan and Darren a lecture too. Darren had shouted out : "What meeee?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is strict and will not tolerate much nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I wonder how she managed to find good points about Thenaesh... she claimed that his excitement for reading books of higher levels and having lots of energy are his good points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good points? In the end, he keeps boasting that he is smarter than all of us... Who cares siah? Anyway, he lost the bet - he got 7 marks upon 12 for his A-Maths test. Bloody fucking joker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And two days ago, we had this survey, whereby one of the components asked us about personal questions regarding making babies. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somemore, we had this stupid T-shirt designing competition. The AEP boys sure take the cake de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it off, Bryan gave me this stupid piece of blank paper and told me that we would talk about the CNY decorations on the bus. In the end, he pangsei me. Dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think Ms Yeo is going to get severe depression about having to teach Thenaesh Chemistry... She will be severely pissed off. He had also pissed off Mr Zuraimi... OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, he will either scram out of this school or be quiet for the rest of his life......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-3173717343205359165?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/3173717343205359165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=3173717343205359165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/3173717343205359165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/3173717343205359165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-29-2008-tuesday.html' title='January 29, 2008, Tuesday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-3218526120928243041</id><published>2008-01-23T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:14:17.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 23, 2008, Wednesday</title><content type='html'>It's been around 1 month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tolerate Thenaesh. Neither do the whole class nor the teachers. Mr Zuraimi finally blown up and shouted at us. He even mentioned that if he tries to give nonsense again, he will be thrown out of the class (Good leh!). Ms Yeo threatened to prevent Thenaesh from doing the Science practical experiment (for today) if he continued to make lots of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes to show how chaotic our class, 3E, is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has already began buzzing around in the class since the 1st day of school. How unbelievable this is. Really, he should seriously get out of the class and jump down from the 5th floor of the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we came up with a new term (the sequel from Anuar's The Swamp Thing...), we called him 'The Swamp Thing'. Also, we loved teasing him. Especially when we see him jack himself. Joke ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious. He is damn funny lor. Look at the number of times the teachers had to get irritated by his nonsense and how we see him jack himself so many times. WAHAHA... (being spastic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we teased about his parentage. We claim that his father was the soil, his mother was a mudskipper and that he himself was the swamp-thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proved that he himself was a swamp-thing. He screamed in a low-pitched voice and started snorting that he was 'possessed' by the swamp-thing (he's the swamp thing right from the start). It went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thenaesh] : (possessed mode) (low pitch voiced) I am the swamp thing, ... --- --- --- (grunts)&lt;br /&gt;[laughter]&lt;br /&gt;[Thenaesh] (after a while) : I am Thenaesh back again! I'm being possessed by the swamp thing.&lt;br /&gt;[more laughter]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, although noisy, brings us numerous laughter. And fortunately, to tell you all this, Thenaesh was starting to hit me. I love it when I get to squirt tons of water at him. He claims that he is not afraid of water, but when I or someone else sprays water at him with a Nike waterbottle, he starts complaining and using the 'F' word. He keeps swearing by other people's mother and father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody fucker he. He'd better stop it or he'll pay for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But also cannot blame, he has low EQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, still can blame~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, he kena jacked again. Today, during A-maths lesson, Clement purposely stuff a mint box with water and he threw the box (which happened to be leaking) on Thenaesh's desk and after a while, he purposely shouted to him about the leaking box. He knew it was him, and he rose up and shouted 'FUCK YOU LAH' (dunnid censor - you all already know the word liao, need to censor meh?) and guess what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Zuraimi told him to come to him. He had to obey. He wanted him to take a class pass to wash his mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mr Zuraimi] : Thenaesh, you come.&lt;br /&gt;Thenaesh walks to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mr Zuraimi] : Take a class pass and go to the toilet to wash your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;[Thenaesh] : But...&lt;br /&gt;[Mr Zuraimi] : GO WASH YOUR MOUTH! GO! (tone of anger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenaesh goes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he had attempted to bet with two guys in my class called Wee Liang and Brandon. About he himself getting full marks for the A-maths test. He lost the bet, but no one knew his marks yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee Liang and Brandon got full marks, but Thenaesh got only 7 marks (upon 12). No one knew yet. He was pretending to have scored a full marks, but someone had seen his test paper. They challenged him to take out his test paper, but he was apparently hiding something. He had betted using his own dick. He had to chop it off, but he dared not. He bo ji lah! (No balls - no guts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fianlly, Brandon nearly wanted to fight with him and Wee Liang pushed him off on the table and they both stormed off. Samuel, in my class, also love to pick on him. Wonderful. He has no friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 11/12 for the test. XD I smarter than Thenaesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He muddy noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, let me talk about Mr Chew Hwa Soon. Today, he held us until 2.32pm just to talk crap and more crap regarding the changes that he wanted to bring forward (suay suay into our class). He seemed angry coz it seemed that none of us were interested in MT lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. He gay. See lah, he tries to restrict us from talking, without giving us freedom to talk at least for some time. Sickening gay. He wants extreme silence de. FCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. Just simply hope that luck would be better next time. (Got CHEM TEST TOMORROW!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-3218526120928243041?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/3218526120928243041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=3218526120928243041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/3218526120928243041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/3218526120928243041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-23-2008-wednesday.html' title='January 23, 2008, Wednesday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-445672312573916043</id><published>2008-01-16T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T16:19:02.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 16, 2008, Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Well, times have changed. It's time to adapt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've got Thenaesh.&lt;br /&gt;And several nice teachers. Anuar is a nice teacher, coz he only scolds to emphasize the importance of the subjects that he teaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other teachers are nice too - they PUNISH Thenaesh. Sadistic right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anuar is a very good joker. There was this Geography lesson whereby he was talking about a movie called 'The Swamp Thing'. Then someone had asked - "What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anuar replied: "It's obvious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Clement Tan in my class shouted "Thenaesh!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anuar then said: "Don't make it so obvious lah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL     XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kena bastard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the sequel begins many days later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so noisy and that when this tall guy finally couldn't take his noise level anymore, he finally blasted him with this title - 'The Swamp Thing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenaesh did not know that it referred to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so pathetically puzzled that in the end, he retorted back : "Didn't your mother teach you what is that swamp thing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole class laughed and he finally realized that he'd just jacked himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL      XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Thenaesh. He should had known better not to disturb the whole class. Now I guess that he feels like an outcast... a pariah maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had loads of homework which I had finished. Until Physics and a lesson about surds came in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lost at that lesson of surds. They were pretty confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for surds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And poor Thenaesh had to pay $5 for not bringing his book while the others just had to pay $2 from then on. Coz Thenaesh's big mouth wanted to sabo everybody to pay $5. (he is rich as he claims, but love to sabo people... I learnt later that his father was a tuition teacher. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenaesh had kena lots of teachers. He was made to stand by Ms Felicia Yeo, lectured by Ms Koh and scolded by Mr Imran. Even Mr Zuraimi had got sick of him for being spastic. What the hell..... I bet life is not going to be any better for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all these concludes the whole day at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry if I'd lagged in my updates... will try to catch up anytime soon.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-445672312573916043?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/445672312573916043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=445672312573916043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/445672312573916043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/445672312573916043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-16-2008-wednesday.html' title='January 16, 2008, Wednesday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-7655177610787897450</id><published>2008-01-04T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:02:36.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 4, 2008, Friday</title><content type='html'>I got teacher's that I did not want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Anuar for my Humanities teacher. What the f***?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianz. He scolds every first lesson. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, Ms. Tan Yin Leng taught us Biology as Ms Leow had to attend to other urgent matters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do not have much homework so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for CCA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacky Heng left Scouts. Avester remained. Andre? I do not know what will he do anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-7655177610787897450?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/7655177610787897450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=7655177610787897450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/7655177610787897450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/7655177610787897450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-4-2008-friday.html' title='January 4, 2008, Friday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-4900379538912203183</id><published>2007-12-31T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:42:34.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 31, 2007, Monday</title><content type='html'>My mum says school reopens at Wednesday, but it's a HAPPY NEW YEAR for tomorrow~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to everyone, and hopefully, next year's an even better year than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I'd like to finish before I do not have the time for next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm in the same class as Joseph. And same class too as - the worse thing ever - THENAESH (the chao Darlie toothpaste)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Some teachers that I would not see next year and feel happy...&lt;br /&gt; I. Zabid (Art)&lt;br /&gt;II. Anuar Ikhuan (Music)&lt;br /&gt;III. Alvin You (D&amp;amp;T)&lt;br /&gt;IV. Ms Koh (Literature)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some teachers that I would not see but feel sad...&lt;br /&gt; I. Mr Khor (D&amp;amp;T - he was a very good teacher!)&lt;br /&gt;II. Mr Thiru (History)&lt;br /&gt;III. Ms Lim (Maths - she was a very good teacher!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some teachers that I hope to see...&lt;br /&gt; I. Ms Raksha (Geography)&lt;br /&gt;II. Ms Sharma (Geography)&lt;br /&gt;III. Mr Wong (Chemistry)&lt;br /&gt;IV. Mr. Munir (Biology)&lt;br /&gt;V. Mr Gabriel (Biology)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 1 more thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more clashes with Chia~! WHOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my resolutions that I HOPE to keep...&lt;br /&gt;I. Do well in my studies without stress.&lt;br /&gt;II. Stop my partial addiction to MapleStory (I'm almost there...)&lt;br /&gt;III. Try my best to ignore my brothers' crap, even though I may have my eardrums burst...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have no time for blogging soon (not even soon lor,from the reopening of school...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And therefore, I will only play or blog if I really have the time for it, but since next year is the O Levels, I would not play so much, or not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So therefore, this blog shall hibernate until I have time for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do stay tuned to this blog if you really want... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And P.S. - Spam all you like at the tagboard if you want...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-4900379538912203183?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/4900379538912203183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=4900379538912203183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/4900379538912203183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/4900379538912203183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-31-2007-monday.html' title='December 31, 2007, Monday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-1267559493631317709</id><published>2007-12-27T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T16:21:18.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 27, 2007, Thursday</title><content type='html'>Finally got my Maths homework. Quite alot of homework, although not as much as I'd expected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm lagging in terms of the updates. Now for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Morning - I got the rare opportunity to break the flag in Ubin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Surivial Ubin was a total wreck - well not such a bad wreck after all, coz we finally got that spare time to think of our (what the hell...) whole new MOCCA ad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the Patrol yell and the cheer and anything like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were supposed to collect materials to make certain things like an animal trap and a shelter. So THAT was Survival Ubin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Imagine lots of red ants crawling all over the leaves and wet mud. You will never imagine how many of the red ants were there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And another main thing - the Seeker's Expedition. My patrol wasn't really in the mood for it, coz we were like walking the wrong way... And the Sec 3s in our team insisted that we move on. Well, we marked out the checkpoints and I screwed up the whole map. All because my big mouth suggested them to draw straight lines for direction reference. Well, I was pretty wrong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We walked so far away from our campsite that when the rain came, we had to run all the way back and maybe our legs will want to lead a strike soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Stop the torture! Never trample all over us again!!! You will never push us to the limits again! ... ...!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Thoughts from our dear legs... Our heros which took the most burden throughout the years...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nighttime - Dexter came and I lowered the flag. He was kind enough to tell me that my flag was 'sweeping the floor' and so, I quickly raised it higher up my sholders. I was instructed to take down the flag. It was so dark. And poor Zhong Wei was caught not tucking in his shirt by Dexter. He got to pull his pants up to his max. Calten was pretty bad to him. But then, our destiny all lied in whether he chose embarassment or the whole troop's fate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the joke campfire after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Changda wanted Wil Beng to hold the stick and 'poke' it at the spot where there were supposed to be flames.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He swiftly place a fake cut-out fire after he prodded that spot. Jokers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then the songs ah... there was no music accompaniment. We sang with our vocals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then games, ah such jokers they were...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The first game was the number game, whereby 2 people from each patrol had to say out a number. It was something like cutting the number range and the poor person who said the number which the emcees thought up of will cause their patrol (the participants) to do a forfeit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, poor Cross (patrol) had to do the forfeit. They consisted of Wei An and Kah Fong (the participants). They had to exchange pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then, the Sec 3s were also allowed to participate. Zhi Cong and James participated. We nearly kena the forfeit because there were 2 numbers in between the range we were left and if the Sec 3s missed it, we will get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But poor James got the number. He had to remove his underwear without removing his pants. He managed to do that (who couldn't?) and zhi Cong had to hold his underwear and show it to everyone. Yucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then James talked about how he would practise doing that forfeit quickly. EEE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now for 4th day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We basically prepared what to bring back and ME and ZhongWei and Gerrard got the best job - washing the stuff! Woohoo! That was a very slack job, imagine just washing and washing and washing (until your hands look like an old man's hand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the others had to clean up the tents. Hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And so, that concludes the whole camp. We got dismissed early. (Kin Tuck mentioned that PIGS WERE FLYING when I told him that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And now for the long awaited... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;CCA HIKE DECEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Well, it was pretty bad at the starting point to checkpoint 3, but we managed pretty well in the later parts. Poor Avester had a bad impression there and I did too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will tell you more about it next time hahahaha.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-1267559493631317709?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/1267559493631317709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=1267559493631317709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1267559493631317709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1267559493631317709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-27-2007-thursday.html' title='December 27, 2007, Thursday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-3788983018819898597</id><published>2007-12-19T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T19:24:40.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 19, 2007, Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Sorry for that lag in updates. Now here's for Day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing we had was the 'Amazing' Race, in which we did certain tasks and got certain clues to lead us to the finishing point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was quite fun though, except for some people who poked at me and my team when we were supposed to blindfold ourselves and walk while 2 people guided us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were blindfolded using our shirts. Yuk! (sweat smell comes in...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, we went top-naked for some moment... And to make things worse, there were people looking at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very irritating, with people poking at us just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we were well packed to go and pack up and head for Ubin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and Gerrard took the (empty - heheh) jerry cans with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were so much to take to Ubin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after much loading and unloading, we WALKED (exasperation...) to the campsite. Then Wil Beng wanted to change the campsite, which was near the beach. None of us were really interested, mainly due to the 'shack' in us to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we did move anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pitching the tents (when the ground was pretty rock hard in some portions...) and deciding on which tent we shall take, we settled on immediately and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outdoor cooking. All those smoke, it hurt many innocent eyes. Smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. The wind made it worse (forgot to tell you that the new campsite was pretty windy...), with the smoke all billowing to our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Cong kena. Daryl also kena. I also kena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, to make a skewer, we needed a wooden stick and sharpen it. But only the Sec 3s and I brought the jack knife (or Swiss knife).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no choice (the stick was on the floor, obviously...), the skewer was made and I stuffed that into the saucy chicken's kah chng kang (asshole).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of sesame oil done by Calten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some of the food was ruined, like the skin of the chicken (the interior was nice!), the sweet potato, the corn, the... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we settled down to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not attend the Male Bonding session. Only the Sec 3s did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NOT THE WRONG IMPRESSION! NO! IT'S NOT GAY SEX!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Sudden outburst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing session. Also out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what Night Stalker, everyone thought it was something like a game. It turned out to be a night walk. We thought wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sec2s and 1s were split into pairs (after inspection from Wil Beng) after we reached the pavillion where we started off (we walked there - and then it was pretty darker than usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and Yu Hui were the last pair. Some other pairs, including mine, were lost due to wrong instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said -&gt; Take note of RED and GREEN lightsticks. Ignore the BLUE lightsticks. Red means walk with caution. Green means 'this way'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual fact -&gt; Take note of GREEN and BLUE lightsticks. Not the RED lightsticks. Green means 'this way' (same). Blue means walk with caution (in front of the lightstick was a downgoing bumpy slope). Red means 'NOT HERE' (they said the red ones are placed in front of diversioned road).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That led to many calls to Changda. LOLX    'XD'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all got at least 3 hours of sleep for the 1st and 2nd day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- 3rd Day of camp to be updated next time... ---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-3788983018819898597?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/3788983018819898597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=3788983018819898597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/3788983018819898597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/3788983018819898597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-19-2007-wednesday.html' title='December 19, 2007, Wednesday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-8296611877681903057</id><published>2007-12-16T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T08:33:40.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 December, 2007, Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Day 1 of camp (12 - 15 December)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's tad too long, but just let me share with you my experiences at the Pulau Ubin camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, not many people came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the whole schedule for the first day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this thing called 'Patrol Boleh!', which was coming up with our own patrol name and flag design. (We were separated from our own patrol to form 3 other patrols.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flag design was a question mark embedded inside a magic circle which consisted of a six-pointed star.&lt;br /&gt;(JEWISH~!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then our patrol name became 'Un-named'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the other patrols, they were called 'Cross' and 'C&amp;amp;C - Kin Tuck's Wrath'. (...???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went on to the headbands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine was some crap symbols lined across the whole headband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all the members in 'Cross' patrol had a cross on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even including the 3 crosses on their flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And luckily the games were scheduled on the first day - we were playing water balloon games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But firstly, they started off with this game where we had to stay on the gunny sack laid on the floor after it divides by half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We desperately did piggyback (other patrols also did that...) and even made a human chair (copyright idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for the water balloon (or water bomb) games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we were playing this game such that the two people at the bottom had to catch the water bombs that we hurled down at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some got AIMED at instead and got wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we had another game - Cat and Mice game, whereby there were water booby-traps.&lt;br /&gt;And that we were aimed at too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got aimed at the head by Kin Tuck - that hurt! I swear I will never want it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I got lunged with water balloon by Changda, Shervin and Fabian coming down from the lift. ( __ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd got a bucket of water splashed onto me. (Who did that?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And therefore, I got damn wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the last game was that we had to tie our legs together using ropes and race to the finishing point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pwned then by several length. We were like going "1,2,1,2,1,2,..." and holding our shoulders together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after lunch (in which our patrol had no appetite), we went for bowling (which I wasn't really interested).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had this game after bowling called 'Photo Bingo', which was basically some photo-taking game of 5 tasks to form a line or 'BINGO'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we were like going rounds and rounds to get certain things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also particularly misleaded by certain pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the movie, it was 'THE SIMPSONS MOVIE' !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the really interesting part.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And supper was barley and the seeds - and someone spilled the seeds when he tried to pour the seeds away. It turned out to be Calten, but he maintained that he was innocent, so was he taking the blame for someone???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(We have no idea anyway...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Will post all about Day 2 tomorrow -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-8296611877681903057?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/8296611877681903057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=8296611877681903057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/8296611877681903057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/8296611877681903057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2007/12/16-december-2007-sunday.html' title='16 December, 2007, Sunday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-2932439723314777723</id><published>2007-12-07T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T12:20:21.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 7, 2007, Friday</title><content type='html'>I'm going to change to a MapleStory blogskin and with suitable contents, rest assured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Group Camp is approaching, so...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Do not throw stones at me - this is the shortest post ever made...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-2932439723314777723?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/2932439723314777723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=2932439723314777723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/2932439723314777723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/2932439723314777723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-7-2007-friday.html' title='December 7, 2007, Friday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-7195157259285497735</id><published>2007-12-01T15:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T15:33:27.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 December, 2007, Saturday</title><content type='html'>Hey, it's a new month already. How time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Avester owes us (Janus, Bryan, Kin Tuck, Ziyad, Andre, Jacky and me...) a taupok AND some pumpings, but he escaped at such a right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz most of the Sec 2s 'ponned' today's Scouts meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because:&lt;br /&gt;1. Uniform inspection&lt;br /&gt;2. PT&lt;br /&gt;3. Lectures?&lt;br /&gt;4. FOOTDRILL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then only 5 Sec 2s (including the new Sec 2s which joined us right from the start, and there were 2 of them...) who came, therefore Shu Liang aborted taking the 3-2-1 flagpole lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then so what? Yu Hui brought poker cards to play, but we only did it after the Scouts meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Yu Hui failed his First Aid 2 test. Oh so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to the main topic, why Avester got into this deep shit?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was mainly due to the library service which was held yesterday. It was mainly jokes and lots of slack jobs.&lt;br /&gt;(Hmm, wonder how much do they get for their salary...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The library opens at 10 am, but Avester wanted us to come down BY 9 am. That old cheat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give you lots of details, coz I don't want &lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;arner &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;ros.'s "Broadway" &lt;strong&gt;Beng&lt;/strong&gt; to stir up even more trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make things a pleasant surprise, I've decided to abolish the permission protection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today's meeting was quite tiring. Raleigh's patrol's Sec2s weren't there to do the flagpole!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broadway Beng is very scary. He has connections over the internet, so I'd suggest (to myself too) that we don't mess up anywhere on the internet (except for MSN, heheh...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't sabotage &lt;strong&gt;ZC&lt;/strong&gt; so I won't give you samples from his SMSes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now and have a beng-free day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-7195157259285497735?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/7195157259285497735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=7195157259285497735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/7195157259285497735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/7195157259285497735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2007/12/1-december-2007-saturday.html' title='1 December, 2007, Saturday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-3807516691372082718</id><published>2007-11-23T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:37:01.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 November, 2007, Friday</title><content type='html'>Now that I'm working, I'd pondered over some things.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my views:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Time is at it's constant speed. Time goes fast when we have fun because we do not keep track of the time. Time goes slow when we are doing work because we keep track of the time too much. So, it's particularly due to our own psychology that we think why time goes fast when we have fun and why time goes slow when we do work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When people of higher authority hurl insults at you, you can only take it with a smile in front of them, but seethe with anger behind them, wishing that they were dead.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, that's Wil Beng, love to 'suan' people...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When things look as if they had everything just for you, it is actually not what you want - it is only when things look as if they had nothing for you that is just what you wanted all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Things seem easy to our naked eyes when done by other people, but when we do the real thing, it is the total opposite - it is simply difficult.&lt;br /&gt;(Eg. For people who have fear of heights - like me - looking at people zipping through the sky in the Flying Fox activity seems easy, but when you go up, you start quaking with fear.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When you talk on the phone, you use it so leisurely that when the bill comes, you start pondering when did you ever used this long - only the people around you will know very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your naked eye can see everything except yourself, that means everyone is very, very prone to people who live in glass houses.&lt;br /&gt;(People who live in glass houses are people who point out other's mistakes, but ignorant to their own mistakes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Money is simply NOT everything - it is just that you cannot realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Whatever space in your house that used to be big to you now looks small - because you live in it TOO long to really appreciate your house. You will only get to find other people's houses big because you don't stay in their house too long. And, anyone who visits your house first time will always comment that your house is better than them (unless your house is really not that good, of course...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When people make hurtful comments behind your back, the comments hurt twice as much when you finally hear it without them noticing that you were even eavesdropping outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The true weakling are people who keep picking on other's weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Sometimes, sheer laziness and procrastination are often seen as the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for why I mentioned Wil Beng at point 2, let me tell you the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to go home after taking my lunch, Wil Beng purposely approached me and led me to the weighing machine (after they - Wil Beng and Guang Jie - wanted to make a bet on who got closest to Yu Hui's weight, I feel seriously sorry for him). Yu Hui had told me that I was their next target, I braced myself for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made up an excuse to try and get away with it, but they were insistent on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And actually, it was Wil Beng who was insistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suggested options - clean up the Scout's Den or go to the weighing machine (my pride and self-esteem).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather not clean up the Den - my legs were aching and were longing to go home, so I picked the weighing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I HATE Wil Beng. And I believe that the others share the same idea as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if he'd resign, we call for the biggest party ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the money issue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd brother's phone bill amounted to near $100. He is such a pro, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even the broadband bills don't cost as much as his phone bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on lah, phone bills are supposed to be cheaper or at the lest, not around twice or thrice the broadband bills right? All we do is to talk about important things and off we go on our phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, talking about lame stuff for a mere two to three minutes also can lah, but my 2nd brother - he talks CRAP for around 45 MINUTES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, I've been hogging the computer for as many times, so expect the late updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-3807516691372082718?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/3807516691372082718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=3807516691372082718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/3807516691372082718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/3807516691372082718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2007/11/23-november-2007-friday.html' title='23 November, 2007, Friday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-6536957873134124402</id><published>2007-11-16T09:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T09:51:53.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 16, 2007, Friday</title><content type='html'>Sorry that I'm not blogging so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you see, I'm working like I'd told you all in my latest post... (NOT THIS ONE!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this 'Death Note' may currently lie on the floor untouched, which means there is a &lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;possiblity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that this blog will have to hibernate over several weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to make things worse, during the VS Open House, only around 9 Sec 1s AND 2s came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had like 'twice' the workload to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying the metal grilles or something like that wasn't fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the number was better than the preparations itself.&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 people turned up on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I'm not going to talk so much for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The delight of working for me is for the free pizza's that I eat lolx XD - guess where I work at?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-6536957873134124402?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/6536957873134124402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=6536957873134124402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/6536957873134124402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/6536957873134124402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2007/11/november-16-2007-friday.html' title='November 16, 2007, Friday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-3871087517202789804</id><published>2007-11-09T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T20:58:00.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 9, 2007, Friday</title><content type='html'>My first try in trying out a computer job. It was seriosuly a breeze leh.&lt;br /&gt;So fun. $4 per hour, I'm getting rich anytime soon......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolx, better not think too much lah, maybe I too moneyfaced liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And aha, tomorrow's Open House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more dragging of people to our exibitions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And congratulations to ZHI CONG, our PL, who'd just became the new TL.&lt;br /&gt;PL - Patrol Leader&lt;br /&gt;TL - Troop Leader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiok ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the Open House, I'm seriously not in the mood...&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T LIKE IT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-3871087517202789804?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/3871087517202789804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=3871087517202789804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/3871087517202789804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/3871087517202789804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2007/11/november-9-2007-friday.html' title='November 9, 2007, Friday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-1498834949483818393</id><published>2007-11-07T10:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:16:34.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 7, 2007, Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I'm having a bad flu right now, so don't mess me up. I'm quite in a bad mood, to tell you this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep coughing, sneezing, having this darned runny nose and sleeping under the bleddy cold air-con, and to wake up in the middle of the night feeling uncomfortable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling quite groggy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if you want, plus the dark eye rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all these days, I'm only trying to figure out the best way to get rid of my homework as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the hours of computer-gaming I've enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really going to post much, coz nothing special really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, on a last note, my family are trying to make end's meet by having a really simple job (I wonder if you are all interested...), which is to slot 1000 flyers in people's houses to earn $20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine yourself running down and rushing to slot every single one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. : You don't think you can get away by throwing the whole thing - they WILL do spot-checks to see if you are cheating.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-1498834949483818393?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/1498834949483818393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=1498834949483818393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1498834949483818393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1498834949483818393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2007/11/november-7-2007-wednesday.html' title='November 7, 2007, Wednesday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-3833238008695107253</id><published>2007-10-29T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T13:31:39.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 29, 2007, Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWKh1Ti8TI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NWnlZhrjpaQ/s1600-h/Photo759_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126656064680554802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWKh1Ti8TI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NWnlZhrjpaQ/s200/Photo759_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWKiVTi8UI/AAAAAAAAAS8/tEJDl4Yanrs/s1600-h/Photo760_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126656073270489410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWKiVTi8UI/AAAAAAAAAS8/tEJDl4Yanrs/s200/Photo760_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scribbling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWKilTi8VI/AAAAAAAAATE/9Iq_4qhSqNI/s1600-h/Photo761_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126656077565456722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWKilTi8VI/AAAAAAAAATE/9Iq_4qhSqNI/s200/Photo761_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still scribbling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWKjFTi8WI/AAAAAAAAATM/uV0qyToFBqs/s1600-h/Photo762_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126656086155391330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWKjFTi8WI/AAAAAAAAATM/uV0qyToFBqs/s200/Photo762_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWKjFTi8XI/AAAAAAAAATU/mkMHeRliIHQ/s1600-h/Photo763_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126656086155391346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWKjFTi8XI/AAAAAAAAATU/mkMHeRliIHQ/s200/Photo763_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ming Hao walking away from my camera cheekily... TOO LATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWLDVTi8YI/AAAAAAAAATc/fX1qTFSUCnk/s1600-h/Photo764_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126656640206172546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWLDVTi8YI/AAAAAAAAATc/fX1qTFSUCnk/s200/Photo764_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at the whole bunch looking at...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWLDlTi8ZI/AAAAAAAAATk/4OT6OL9pyH0/s1600-h/Photo766_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126656644501139858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWLDlTi8ZI/AAAAAAAAATk/4OT6OL9pyH0/s200/Photo766_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... just a video. Sigh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWLD1Ti8aI/AAAAAAAAATs/zgxHBjfKZPM/s1600-h/Photo767_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126656648796107170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWLD1Ti8aI/AAAAAAAAATs/zgxHBjfKZPM/s200/Photo767_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ewan's very 'posing' face...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWLEFTi8bI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yyWytWnMXCo/s1600-h/Photo768_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126656653091074482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWLEFTi8bI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yyWytWnMXCo/s200/Photo768_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Setting up for chess...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWLEVTi8cI/AAAAAAAAAT8/wkrqMHgb_Qg/s1600-h/Photo769_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126656657386041794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWLEVTi8cI/AAAAAAAAAT8/wkrqMHgb_Qg/s200/Photo769_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Liang Jie helpfully fixing my spectacles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWLYVTi8dI/AAAAAAAAAUE/pQ3GKpEjuaQ/s1600-h/Photo770_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126657000983425490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWLYVTi8dI/AAAAAAAAAUE/pQ3GKpEjuaQ/s200/Photo770_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still in the process of fixing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWLYlTi8eI/AAAAAAAAAUM/xgjtQI2uHwE/s1600-h/Photo771_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126657005278392802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWLYlTi8eI/AAAAAAAAAUM/xgjtQI2uHwE/s200/Photo771_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eh... signatures also ah...?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWLZVTi8fI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0pANfkQZfro/s1600-h/Photo772_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126657018163294706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWLZVTi8fI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0pANfkQZfro/s200/Photo772_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Done. Notice how the chairs were placed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWLZlTi8gI/AAAAAAAAAUc/AJdw1T28x9Y/s1600-h/Photo773_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126657022458262018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWLZlTi8gI/AAAAAAAAAUc/AJdw1T28x9Y/s200/Photo773_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you know that it's very very difficult to capture a person who is blinking, especially when you want a picture of someone closing his eyes while he's blinking? What a pro I am!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWLZ1Ti8hI/AAAAAAAAAUk/CFLNgVtCZfY/s1600-h/Photo774_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126657026753229330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWLZ1Ti8hI/AAAAAAAAAUk/CFLNgVtCZfY/s200/Photo774_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An artistic piece of mine dictating how Singapore is a country of casinoes, gambling and IR resorts? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now, just to talk about last Saturday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wil Beng was particularly picky on that day, coz when he read through my paper (which happened to be a knots theory test and I did not even know whether it was flipped right side up or not...) which got full marks, he was seemingly suspicious and in a sense, jealous? He kept questioning my answers, to which unfortunately I forgot what were the answers or even the 'very right' answer he was coming up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will show you the pictures next time, so you may start thinking who was in the fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, we screwed up on that day, coz we did like, 80 pushups in a day for mistakes. And ZhiCong wanted it to be pretty sadistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, 20 pushups. Then jumping jacks. Then pushups again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until someone came and 求情 (beg for mercy for us).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he stopped. Thank goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the PT was sadistic too. The games were really fun, playing 'Guess the Murderers'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avester was a noob narrator. Kept distrupting things in the process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it so seems that the theme for this scout's meeting was 'SADISTIC'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I did well for my SA2. I got 70-point-something for my English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that meant that I had every subject combination available.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think I would definitely make it to my 1st choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the books are freakishly heavy. A book about 400-something pages thick is enough to kill a puny guy like me. And other puny guys too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Joseph also complain. That means I already prepare to die liao lah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now talking about last Friday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My spectacle lens happened to fall out, the one on my right side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I asked if anyone could help me do it. Coz I couldn't really fix it properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be factual, no one could. The screw was simply too miniscule to be turned to secure the lens in place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that day, many people wanted to carry me and parade me around. That was pretty cool, as you know, it is, in a way, fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they decided to taupok those poor IP students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They sang the birthday song (even though it wasn't any of their birthdays) before they shouted 'TAUPOK' and started taupoking them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was comical. Poor Avester was trapped in a 'human cage'. He couldn't get out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he got taupoked by 20-something people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for photo-taking, Yun Han and I were carried (or piggybacked) by 2 other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a piggyback on Avester. Then everyone pushed and my balls were so badly squeezed that they'd hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;****!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we were treated to currypuffs by Ms Raksha. And that day, we were preparing for dismissal but Mr Minjoot did not come. Only Chia and Maran came. But they did not dismiss us anyway, so Ms Raksha just dismissed us. We were really happy leh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And worst still, the filling and crumbs DROPPED ON THE FLOOR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we, the Scouts made it worse too by dropping rope fibres on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minjoot is also known as 'Broken-Horn Unicorn' because of that tuff of hair in the middle of his scalp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've learnt lots of jokes in the DVD 'Just Follow Law'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 4Bs = Bang Jior (urinate), Bang Sai (defecate), Bang pui (fart) and BANG KANG (off-duty).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And few more things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Those can't throw, please hide. Those can't hide, please throw. Those can't hide or throw, put outside temporarily. (And that's how Lim Teng Zui 'kanasai' (get into hot soup))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. 可以推就推，(push the responsibility to someone if you can)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    不能推就闪，(if you cannot push the responsibility, then dodge it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    闪不过就躲，(if you cannot dodge, then hide it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    躲不了就拖，(if you cannot hide, then drag the whole matter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    好过背黑锅。(which is better than being the scapegoat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. It is not whether you can do things or not - it is whether you dare to do it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Professional means -&gt; The person works hard for you, but no guarantee and finally, you still must pay the money regardless of anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A seriously funny video coming up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-3833238008695107253?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/3833238008695107253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=3833238008695107253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/3833238008695107253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/3833238008695107253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2007/10/october-29-2007-monday.html' title='October 29, 2007, Monday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RyWKh1Ti8TI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NWnlZhrjpaQ/s72-c/Photo759_000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-3751727873985793544</id><published>2007-10-24T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T16:02:10.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 24, 2007, Wednesday</title><content type='html'>For KUSIU PILGRIMAGE PART 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7vcZmABeI/AAAAAAAAANU/Ld_GlTlcms8/s1600-h/Photo706_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124796697179850210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7vcZmABeI/AAAAAAAAANU/Ld_GlTlcms8/s200/Photo706_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A TV seen inside the ferry - but not used anyway, so what for fix it there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7vn5mABfI/AAAAAAAAANc/JS6fu73Bcvk/s1600-h/Photo707_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124796894748345842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7vn5mABfI/AAAAAAAAANc/JS6fu73Bcvk/s200/Photo707_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departure... looking at that thing whizz away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7vn5mABgI/AAAAAAAAANk/jSaLNIJ6v30/s1600-h/Photo708_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124796894748345858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7vn5mABgI/AAAAAAAAANk/jSaLNIJ6v30/s200/Photo708_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faint view of the ships drifting awayyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7voJmABhI/AAAAAAAAANs/95s63GHWAuQ/s1600-h/Photo709_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124796899043313170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7voJmABhI/AAAAAAAAANs/95s63GHWAuQ/s200/Photo709_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that thing floating in the middle of the sea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7voJmABiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/PBz77I9gesI/s1600-h/Photo711_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124796899043313186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7voJmABiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/PBz77I9gesI/s200/Photo711_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of water droplets, that was when the 2nd wave crashed right on us.&lt;br /&gt;And a faint view of an island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7vzJmABlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/eFVs12CHcY8/s1600-h/Photo715_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7voZmABjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ydHa3GPl0ZM/s1600-h/Photo712_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124796903338280498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7voZmABjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ydHa3GPl0ZM/s200/Photo712_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of the island coming closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7vzZmABmI/AAAAAAAAAOU/S3OVAoAf5_U/s1600-h/Photo716_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797092316841570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7vzZmABmI/AAAAAAAAAOU/S3OVAoAf5_U/s200/Photo716_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7vzpmABoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wzRyUYtQgDU/s1600-h/Photo718_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797096611808898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7vzpmABoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wzRyUYtQgDU/s200/Photo718_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7vzJmABlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/eFVs12CHcY8/s1600-h/Photo715_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797088021874258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7vzJmABlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/eFVs12CHcY8/s200/Photo715_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7vzZmABnI/AAAAAAAAAOc/WWAihPFEbdQ/s1600-h/Photo717_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797092316841586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7vzZmABnI/AAAAAAAAAOc/WWAihPFEbdQ/s200/Photo717_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And away...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7v9ZmABpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/QutMMrcyVBs/s1600-h/Photo720_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797264115533458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7v9ZmABpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/QutMMrcyVBs/s200/Photo720_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we are coming closer? And meanwhile looking at the bigger ship passing by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7v9pmABqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/5trdIdT-EGQ/s1600-h/Photo721_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797268410500770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7v9pmABqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/5trdIdT-EGQ/s200/Photo721_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A closer look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7v9pmABrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LVTHX4rcr4o/s1600-h/Photo722_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7v95mABsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/V3TGg5cKzpM/s1600-h/Photo723_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797272705468098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7v95mABsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/V3TGg5cKzpM/s200/Photo723_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheh, closer lah... and what are the 'SENTOSA' flags doing there???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7v9pmABrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LVTHX4rcr4o/s1600-h/Photo722_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797268410500786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7v9pmABrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LVTHX4rcr4o/s200/Photo722_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disembarkment area...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7v95mABtI/AAAAAAAAAPM/_cddijfSd9Y/s1600-h/Photo724_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797272705468114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7v95mABtI/AAAAAAAAAPM/_cddijfSd9Y/s200/Photo724_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crew. Only 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wJ5mABuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/SFoVnsmYJAs/s1600-h/Photo725_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797478863898338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wJ5mABuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/SFoVnsmYJAs/s200/Photo725_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy wearing denim. Heck lah, not scared dirtied meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wKJmABvI/AAAAAAAAAPc/PnwT8TZnRYI/s1600-h/Photo726_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797483158865650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wKJmABvI/AAAAAAAAAPc/PnwT8TZnRYI/s200/Photo726_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another look of the interior and the surroundings 'within'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wKJmABwI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0cBnrZzRkCw/s1600-h/Photo727_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797483158865666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wKJmABwI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0cBnrZzRkCw/s200/Photo727_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother trying to block me from taking a picture. Ah heck lah, just take his photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wKZmABxI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2_tyolzBKDU/s1600-h/Photo728_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797487453832978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wKZmABxI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2_tyolzBKDU/s200/Photo728_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A last look of the 'unstable bridge'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wKZmAByI/AAAAAAAAAP0/f9UYmV17HkY/s1600-h/Photo729_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797487453832994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wKZmAByI/AAAAAAAAAP0/f9UYmV17HkY/s200/Photo729_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The information board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wVJmABzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/j8ExeJ7aACg/s1600-h/Photo730_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797672137426738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wVJmABzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/j8ExeJ7aACg/s200/Photo730_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's soles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wVJmAB0I/AAAAAAAAAQE/dDVfIGAvft0/s1600-h/Photo731_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797672137426754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wVJmAB0I/AAAAAAAAAQE/dDVfIGAvft0/s200/Photo731_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pond with no life - and still murky somemore, instead of being crystal clear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wVZmAB1I/AAAAAAAAAQM/CstKtBOrvTE/s1600-h/Photo732_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797676432394066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wVZmAB1I/AAAAAAAAAQM/CstKtBOrvTE/s200/Photo732_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the terrapins were bred...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wVpmAB2I/AAAAAAAAAQU/aLr3dLhoeE4/s1600-h/Photo733_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797680727361378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wVpmAB2I/AAAAAAAAAQU/aLr3dLhoeE4/s200/Photo733_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even murky waters... Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wVpmAB3I/AAAAAAAAAQc/NrULmV-9vdc/s1600-h/Photo734_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797680727361394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wVpmAB3I/AAAAAAAAAQc/NrULmV-9vdc/s200/Photo734_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'beautiful' scenery of the 'terrapin prison of Kusu'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7weZmAB4I/AAAAAAAAAQk/49wVxBUyALU/s1600-h/Photo736_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797831051216770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7weZmAB4I/AAAAAAAAAQk/49wVxBUyALU/s200/Photo736_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The python cage. Too dark inside, cannot see the python.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7weZmAB5I/AAAAAAAAAQs/oRZGmS-WBbk/s1600-h/Photo737_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797831051216786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7weZmAB5I/AAAAAAAAAQs/oRZGmS-WBbk/s200/Photo737_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twisted plants next to the cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wepmAB6I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cTsyzS5jCl0/s1600-h/Photo738_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797835346184098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wepmAB6I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cTsyzS5jCl0/s200/Photo738_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pavillion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wepmAB7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0T8x_edBzvA/s1600-h/Photo739_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797835346184114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wepmAB7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0T8x_edBzvA/s200/Photo739_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turtle sculpture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wepmAB8I/AAAAAAAAARE/uKINSc6idWg/s1600-h/Photo740_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797835346184130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wepmAB8I/AAAAAAAAARE/uKINSc6idWg/s200/Photo740_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... with me and my bro leaning on it. Sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wnpmAB9I/AAAAAAAAARM/6g1FIUdnANw/s1600-h/Photo743_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797989965006802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wnpmAB9I/AAAAAAAAARM/6g1FIUdnANw/s200/Photo743_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kramat hidden behind a huge tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wn5mAB-I/AAAAAAAAARU/KHzs5mJNqXw/s1600-h/Photo744_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797994259974114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wn5mAB-I/AAAAAAAAARU/KHzs5mJNqXw/s200/Photo744_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A portion of the 152 steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wn5mAB_I/AAAAAAAAARc/wBDLZzTb-1w/s1600-h/Photo745_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797994259974130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wn5mAB_I/AAAAAAAAARc/wBDLZzTb-1w/s200/Photo745_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot take it~! *PANT* *PANT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7woJmACAI/AAAAAAAAARk/iLwDtx08Ce0/s1600-h/Photo746_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797998554941442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7woJmACAI/AAAAAAAAARk/iLwDtx08Ce0/s200/Photo746_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scribbles #1 - crap message caught. Reads: 'I am here , 20/10/07'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7woJmACBI/AAAAAAAAARs/Y6X8wi9u2no/s1600-h/Photo747_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124797998554941458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7woJmACBI/AAAAAAAAARs/Y6X8wi9u2no/s200/Photo747_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scribbles #2 - desperate people wanting to strike it rich writing down 4-D and/or TOTO numbers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wypmACCI/AAAAAAAAAR0/y1DGt09_YbQ/s1600-h/Photo748_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124798178943567906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wypmACCI/AAAAAAAAAR0/y1DGt09_YbQ/s200/Photo748_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scribbles #3 - even more numbers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wy5mACDI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ykbMQQ4-rxU/s1600-h/Photo749_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124798183238535218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wy5mACDI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ykbMQQ4-rxU/s200/Photo749_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of the &lt;i&gt;beach&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wy5mACEI/AAAAAAAAASE/2K7T08HmoLU/s1600-h/Photo750_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124798183238535234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wy5mACEI/AAAAAAAAASE/2K7T08HmoLU/s200/Photo750_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice wishing well. (I kept tossing a coin but missed the bell - your wish will be granted if the coin hits the bell - GRRR! I WISHED THAT I WOULD GET GOOD MARKS FOR MY SA2~! Never strike!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wy5mACFI/AAAAAAAAASM/dVOjadTPup0/s1600-h/Photo751_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124798183238535250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wy5mACFI/AAAAAAAAASM/dVOjadTPup0/s200/Photo751_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some VERY TOUGH ropes...&lt;br /&gt;(NO! NOT THE WHITE ONE!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wzJmACGI/AAAAAAAAASU/HiLA1Nfk4ns/s1600-h/Photo752_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124798187533502562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7wzJmACGI/AAAAAAAAASU/HiLA1Nfk4ns/s200/Photo752_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to head back home - taking a ferry back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7xUZmACHI/AAAAAAAAASc/0Nj2DvoWf6Q/s1600-h/Photo754_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124798758764152946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7xUZmACHI/AAAAAAAAASc/0Nj2DvoWf6Q/s200/Photo754_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family, a bunch of sleepyheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7xUZmACII/AAAAAAAAASk/MRSFeF8TUvk/s1600-h/Photo755_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124798758764152962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7xUZmACII/AAAAAAAAASk/MRSFeF8TUvk/s200/Photo755_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7vzJmABlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/eFVs12CHcY8/s1600-h/Photo715_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The misty view of the disembarkment area of the Marina Pier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7xUpmACJI/AAAAAAAAASs/5R5FYh6Jjgs/s1600-h/Photo757_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124798763059120274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7xUpmACJI/AAAAAAAAASs/5R5FYh6Jjgs/s200/Photo757_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water-wheel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'd poned school, I'd admit. But anyway, I'd made up by 'working' for my parents, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a overall summary of my results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Criteria for Triple Science: 65 for English, 65 for Maths, 65 for Science, 65 for Humanities, 65 for total average)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the criteria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*English - expects to get 65&lt;br /&gt;*Maths - 75.2&lt;br /&gt;MT - 71.4&lt;br /&gt;*Science - 82.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMANITIES:&lt;br /&gt;*Geography - A1&lt;br /&gt;History - 68.6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTRAS:&lt;br /&gt;Home Economics - A1&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;T - 78.5&lt;br /&gt;Art - A2&lt;br /&gt;Literature - 64.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Stars (*) indicates the criteria needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subjects I intend to take next year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;E MATHS&lt;br /&gt;A Maths&lt;br /&gt;MT&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS&lt;br /&gt;Biology&lt;br /&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;br /&gt;Geography&lt;br /&gt;SOCIAL STUDIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Capitals represents subjects that MUST be taken; small letters indicates 'optional' subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm stuck with my English. Hope I do get into my chosen class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-3751727873985793544?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/3751727873985793544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=3751727873985793544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/3751727873985793544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/3751727873985793544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2007/10/october-24-2007-wednesday.html' title='October 24, 2007, Wednesday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx7vcZmABeI/AAAAAAAAANU/Ld_GlTlcms8/s72-c/Photo706_000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-7747841496761105039</id><published>2007-10-23T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T14:53:40.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 23, 2007, Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;KUSU PILGRIMAGE PART 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Coz Part 2 not completed yet... lolx)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2WgJmABcI/AAAAAAAAANE/JSJ8ujf9tn0/s1600-h/Photo705_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124417430092776898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2WgJmABcI/AAAAAAAAANE/JSJ8ujf9tn0/s200/Photo705_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The passageway to the ferry - very 'unstable'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2WdZmABbI/AAAAAAAAAM8/aTtsnRlF4xI/s1600-h/Photo704_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124417382848136626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2WdZmABbI/AAAAAAAAAM8/aTtsnRlF4xI/s200/Photo704_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stupid 'American-Texas-Grill-Thing'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2WaZmABaI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ElctWJy0Kek/s1600-h/Photo703_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124417331308529058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2WaZmABaI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ElctWJy0Kek/s200/Photo703_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotted : A mini TV. Technology is SOOOOOO GOOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2WXpmABZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/51-E6gUtDL0/s1600-h/Photo702_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124417284063888786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2WXpmABZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/51-E6gUtDL0/s200/Photo702_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bleddy huge crowd 1 hour-something later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2WUJmABYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/zOrLb5RwcFo/s1600-h/Photo701_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124417223934346626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2WUJmABYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/zOrLb5RwcFo/s200/Photo701_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same 'American-Texas-Grill' thing again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2V95mABRI/AAAAAAAAALs/e-xO9y4dX5U/s1600-h/Photo694_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124416841682257170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2V95mABRI/AAAAAAAAALs/e-xO9y4dX5U/s200/Photo694_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bloddy long queue starts here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2WOJmABWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/rVnA6GNi19s/s1600-h/Photo699_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124417120855131490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2WOJmABWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/rVnA6GNi19s/s200/Photo699_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2WRZmABXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/o7FuYgllQ_Y/s1600-h/Photo700_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124417176689706354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2WRZmABXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/o7FuYgllQ_Y/s200/Photo700_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2WLJmABVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WVdiZziqSOM/s1600-h/Photo697_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124417069315523922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2WLJmABVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WVdiZziqSOM/s200/Photo697_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY HERE! THE QUEUE SO DAMN LONG UNTIL WE GOT TO QUEUE UP AFTER 2 HOUR-SOMETHING~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2WIJmABUI/AAAAAAAAAME/f3ssYKhD2TM/s1600-h/Photo696_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124417017775916354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2WIJmABUI/AAAAAAAAAME/f3ssYKhD2TM/s200/Photo696_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interior structure (second floor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2WE5mABTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/B2q4PL0phtY/s1600-h/Photo695_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124416961941341490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2WE5mABTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/B2q4PL0phtY/s200/Photo695_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dark interior (1st floor)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2V1pmABPI/AAAAAAAAALc/-N2uTH2WIIs/s1600-h/Photo693_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124416699948336370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2V1pmABPI/AAAAAAAAALc/-N2uTH2WIIs/s200/Photo693_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "oil capsule wheel", just like a ferris wheel. Crazy design...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2aRJmABdI/AAAAAAAAANM/oP4TanRdcQI/s1600-h/Photo691_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124421570441250258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2aRJmABdI/AAAAAAAAANM/oP4TanRdcQI/s200/Photo691_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The same wheel captured more clearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, Part 2 will be up next time, coz my father's phone got some problems, plus that his SIM card is 3G, hence he 'borrowed' my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the whole thing was crazy. I wasn't particularly interested, because I'd expected the long queue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And wastage of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, we finally got to board the ferry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY BRO NOOB LAH! Just a few moments then he go SEASICK liao. WAHAHAHA... (sadistically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, we got there, my brother felt dizzy. There was this 2 moments whereby there was huge waves CRASHING onto the ferry, therefore tipping the boat violently. I nearly flew out, due to my weight (not to be disclosed).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, that caused everyone to 'panic'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the heck?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, the food there sucks. Especially the Milo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Not sweet at all - I've a sweet tooth, hehe...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus that there were 152 STEPS to climb for reaching the Kusu Kramat. Sadistic, coz my mum had to take her time to climb, coz 152 steps to her was pretty exhausting. Also cannot blame what, we young age have lots of energy, you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When people age, we don't have THAT much energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiyah, I tell you more when the pics arrive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for the god-damned results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got around 7 A's, including A1s and A2s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English - Error, therefore not confirmed yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maths - 75.2 (A1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MT - 71.4 (A2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science - 82.1 (A1 - I'd worked hard for it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D&amp;amp;T - 78.5 (A1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;History - 68.6 (B3 - I'd expected it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Literature - 64.3 (B4 - disappointing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Art - A2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home Economics - A1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geography - A2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHOHOO~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that concludes the day I had. Slack and shiok ah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/38118024-7747841496761105039?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/7747841496761105039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=7747841496761105039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/7747841496761105039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/7747841496761105039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2007/10/october-23-2007-tuesday.html' title='October 23, 2007, Tuesday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rx2WgJmABcI/AAAAAAAAANE/JSJ8ujf9tn0/s72-c/Photo705_000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-6877946285899107810</id><published>2007-10-22T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:22:24.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 22, 2007, Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For some photos taken IN THE CLASSROOM...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxyvLpmABNI/AAAAAAAAALM/xTXGNnWdCMA/s1600-h/Photo690_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124163090719442130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxyvLpmABNI/AAAAAAAAALM/xTXGNnWdCMA/s200/Photo690_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On last Monday, the futsal people were all crowding there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxyvH5mABMI/AAAAAAAAALE/Z0lPbocISks/s1600-h/Photo689_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124163026294932674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxyvH5mABMI/AAAAAAAAALE/Z0lPbocISks/s200/Photo689_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the basketball, which had less response than the others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxyvEpmABLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/poKSTJGORdU/s1600-h/Photo688_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124162970460357810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxyvEpmABLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/poKSTJGORdU/s200/Photo688_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look at the futsal people playing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rxyu75mABJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/bdbCzrtWTw8/s1600-h/Photo686_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124162820136502418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rxyu75mABJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/bdbCzrtWTw8/s200/Photo686_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First go and 'grab' Wee Bian's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxyvBJmABKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/z5cehYqZG3I/s1600-h/Photo687_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124162910330815650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxyvBJmABKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/z5cehYqZG3I/s200/Photo687_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I so greedy, go 'grab' a whole bunch of people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rxyu4ZmABII/AAAAAAAAAKk/6R24rtgdqa8/s1600-h/Photo684_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124162760006960258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rxyu4ZmABII/AAAAAAAAAKk/6R24rtgdqa8/s200/Photo684_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me getting 'punched' by Wee Bian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxyuyJmABGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4fzetec9q5A/s1600-h/Photo681_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124162652632777826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxyuyJmABGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4fzetec9q5A/s200/Photo681_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First response from Liang Jie and Jing Qun. *SMILES*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rxyu0ZmABHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QYsBx3XapAA/s1600-h/Photo682_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124162691287483506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rxyu0ZmABHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QYsBx3XapAA/s200/Photo682_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second response. *BORED* - And Jing Qun so anti-social...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxyuvZmABFI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UdDBaIZFH0M/s1600-h/Photo677_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124162605388137554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxyuvZmABFI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UdDBaIZFH0M/s200/Photo677_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GAWD! Sick Rahmat filled up this condom he found with lots of water and it looked like something... And it EXPLODED, man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxyuqZmABEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/A8GhzJIpi7c/s1600-h/Photo675_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124162519488791618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxyuqZmABEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/A8GhzJIpi7c/s200/Photo675_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very wuliao, wrote that on the whiteboard that I had in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of them were seriously disappointing. In fact, some got 'C's for Literature, because of the shit questions inside. For me, I'd got a B4 for that. First disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then for History, I still got the same grade - B3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aw, that sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, for Mother Tongue, I got B3 too. Well, I mugged. That was a bit good for a bad start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I got A1 for the whole Science papers. That was hard work paid off, due to the fact that I really spent most of my time on studying Science.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maths - I got an A2. D&amp;amp;T - A1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only score at practical ones, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I don't have to take Literature next year. I got a B4 OVERALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as for History, I'm not sure whether I intend to take it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science, I'm going for Triple Science, since I got an OVERALL 'A' for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I'd done well for Science from Biology to Chemistry.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the Science paper for Chemistry, this joker called Jonathan Phay wrote down 'scrotum' for the answer for the question which asked for the answer of the instrument used to scoop up something, like 20 grams of I-dunno-what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the answer was 'spatula'. This led Mr Gabriel to check and find out the 'culprit'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His reason? 'Since they both start with the letter 's' and I don't know what it is, so I worte that.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more things up tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/38118024-6877946285899107810?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/6877946285899107810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=6877946285899107810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/6877946285899107810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/6877946285899107810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2007/10/october-22-2007-monday.html' title='October 22, 2007, Monday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxyvLpmABNI/AAAAAAAAALM/xTXGNnWdCMA/s72-c/Photo690_000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-2908980918590663856</id><published>2007-10-19T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T08:45:31.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 19, 2007, Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Firstly, for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAD NEWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The VS boy, whose name was Rickson, died after the struggle for a week. He was badly injured in the car accident, involving a female driver. I'd wished personal cars were taken off to scrap and not to be produced anymore, due to 2 reasons...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. They kill or injure innocent people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. They pollute the air.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, we observed 1 minute of silence after the morning assembly. The principal had shouted at a Sec 3 for I-dunno-wad-reason and that he was thrown off the assembly. I feel very sorry for Rickson. And also, it must be difficult for the family of his to accept his death. If only drivers were more alert. And that we were more attentive to warnings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it happened to be the driver's fault. She drove the car until it dashed and hit him when it was 'green man'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just when he dropped his stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that made me remember a close shave I'd had last time. Must thank God that I'm alive today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It went like this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was crossing this traffic light when it turned into 'green man' with my mum and then a car &lt;i&gt;whizzed&lt;/i&gt; past me. Fortunately, my mum pulled me back, or I'd been one of the people in the obituaries in the newspapers. Scary, I'd thought. I felt more lucky than Rickson. Well, since crying and apologising won't revive him, I hope his family would be able to cope - I wish his friends all the best for the 'O' Levels. They were crying, which proved that Rickson had true friends in the end. Hope he would rest in peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate certain drivers who simply REFUSE to keep alert to their surroundings. Just because they 'THINK' that the traffic is 'CLEAR' that gives them a reason to speed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd prefer safety to speed. But I lost it. I got injured as I fell off a bicycle during the 'class outing'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd hated to be a hypocrite, but I'd just broke that rule I'd always stuck to. I SUCK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;First try for uploading video... Interesting...&lt;/s&gt; Failed attempt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now for the fun thing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We on-ed our phones and started playing games, music, anything with them. Yun Han especially brought an iPod, man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whoot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But fortunately, Chia did not bother to catch us. He could have gained several phones in a sitting if he did that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whew - I could not afford to let it get confiscated by him a second time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And photos would be compiled when I fell like it and also, I would upload more of them in the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. : Are there interested parties who would visit my blog and READ THE CONTENTS?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-2908980918590663856?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/2908980918590663856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=2908980918590663856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/2908980918590663856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/2908980918590663856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2007/10/firstly-for-bad-news.html' title='October 19, 2007, Friday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-668398648609637229</id><published>2007-10-15T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T23:32:03.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN7pZmABDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Tm33QpfOrdg/s1600-h/Photo671_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121573152425509938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN7pZmABDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Tm33QpfOrdg/s200/Photo671_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A caption for Kotex sanitary pad advertisement. It reads: "WARNING! You many not remember that you are having your period."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN7l5mABCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4Q0Rk4pBVXg/s1600-h/Photo668_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121573092295967778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN7l5mABCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4Q0Rk4pBVXg/s200/Photo668_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA! Joseph wearing contact lenses ah? Is it Acuvue HD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN7ipmABBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/m_ZWqXrv8VA/s1600-h/Photo664_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121573036461392914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN7ipmABBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/m_ZWqXrv8VA/s200/Photo664_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avester's condo's pond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN7eJmABAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Aqy0Ulz_Q00/s1600-h/Photo662_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121572959151981570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN7eJmABAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Aqy0Ulz_Q00/s200/Photo662_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avester laughing in a &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;odd&lt;/b&gt; manner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN7YZmAA_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/QHL0Xb71lP4/s1600-h/Photo659_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121572860367733746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN7YZmAA_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/QHL0Xb71lP4/s200/Photo659_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avester's condo's pooling... Clement, Tanmanjit, Eugene Foo and Avester... (clockwise direction from the one holding the stick) And the 5th person is hidden - ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN7UpmAA-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/OO1MQZ2meE0/s1600-h/Photo658_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121572795943224290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN7UpmAA-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/OO1MQZ2meE0/s200/Photo658_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules and regulations. We broke one of them - having more than four (4) people inside. And anyway, who cares about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN7QZmAA9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/INDPQi3-qtE/s1600-h/Photo657_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121572722928780242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN7QZmAA9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/INDPQi3-qtE/s200/Photo657_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avester putting his hands to his hips... LOLX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN7H5mAA8I/AAAAAAAAAJE/fbioeA58S5A/s1600-h/Photo655_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121572576899892162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN7H5mAA8I/AAAAAAAAAJE/fbioeA58S5A/s200/Photo655_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling the ball within the triangular rack back to shape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN7EJmAA7I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Bk0dR-S_-Hg/s1600-h/Photo652_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121572512475382706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN7EJmAA7I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Bk0dR-S_-Hg/s200/Photo652_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the pooling table looks like when it's vacated - &lt;b&gt;horrendously empty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN7BJmAA6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZVJvmPjGgYU/s1600-h/Photo651_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121572460935775138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN7BJmAA6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZVJvmPjGgYU/s200/Photo651_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the cue ball (the white ball)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN69pmAA5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/nZtVumh7-E8/s1600-h/Photo650_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121572400806232978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN69pmAA5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/nZtVumh7-E8/s200/Photo650_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement striking the ball, Avester watching in a funny posture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN65pmAA4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/LDAzSnG3hl0/s1600-h/Photo648_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121572332086756226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN65pmAA4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/LDAzSnG3hl0/s200/Photo648_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY~! NO FOOD AND DRINKS HERE - we broke two of the rules...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P.S. : The Coca-Cola can was from Avester &amp;amp; the Pepsi bottle contained WATER.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN615mAA3I/AAAAAAAAAIc/lPVnFJRLLao/s1600-h/Photo647_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121572267662246770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN615mAA3I/AAAAAAAAAIc/lPVnFJRLLao/s200/Photo647_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement 的 "帅气"(grace)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN6x5mAA2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/xDuCmsffoOU/s1600-h/Photo646_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121572198942770018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN6x5mAA2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/xDuCmsffoOU/s200/Photo646_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily playing pool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN6tpmAA1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/mR1CyPwVepc/s1600-h/Photo622_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121572125928325970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN6tpmAA1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/mR1CyPwVepc/s200/Photo622_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How my brother sleeps... LOLX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;The FATEFUL DAY OF THE STORM... (PART 1)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the rain was really unexpected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, we were all relaxing in the pooling room - enjoying the air-con and playing (obvious...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played and played and then... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went up to Avester's house to have a game of carrom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SUCKED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept missing the freebies. Ah, so well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, Avester coughed, and so Avester's mum (who was very nice) came by with orange juice - and plain water. She asked who coughed, and we said it was Avester. So he got the plain water, which I drank up for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I have a cough too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, we decided to go back to the pooling room to try our luck if we could play again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was 'chopped' by other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then followed by girls before it was our turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we got very darstard plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We 'ran' out of money, so we did not allow the balls to drop into the hole so that we could play again (as Avester wanted to play too...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And without money too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it started to rain, so Avester quickly brought us to the exit. It was thundering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus the bloody stairs of his condo - like 6 flights of stairs!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, when we climbed to the exit DOOR, Clement press the button to unlock the door. Then it got stuck?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually because he pulled the door the wrong way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew - and then we talking about how we could get struck by lightning on open grounds. I dashed to the bus stop nearby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew again. Finally, I found out I had no umbrella and so I had to take the MRT to Tampines from Pasir Ris. Waste right? But not to get flu wad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad lor... Now to Part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE CAR ACCIDENT OCCURRED! (PART 2)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It occured on the traffic lights where I used to cross everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after Graduation Day. And on my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best horror story ever. Ever imagine something like that happen to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It occured to a Sec 4. Damn suay, coz a few days more is 'O' Levels exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He now in ICU. I wish him all the best in recovering. Good luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I did not have to imagine AT ALL. It came as a huge shock and mock horror came to me. IT WAS REAL. Scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope I sleep peacefully tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 'happy' birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, to the last one, Part 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE 'CLASS' OUTING AND THE PANG SEIS (PART 3)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I, Johnson, Joseph, Bryan, Kasidet and Ewan went out for this failure class outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the class had pang sei-ed. They chose to play computer games. I wanted to, but I felt bad for breaking the appointment when it's already all planned and that I had agreed to come also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, everyone wanted too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tried out walking to East Coast Park. And then, we started off the day with renting bicycles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was still raining. It never showed signs of stopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And blame it on the bag I'd brought too for the injury I'd received - I fell off because the strap happened to be under my feet, so I 'stepped' on it and fell off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So disgraceful and painful - I was injured because of a non-living object!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Ewan was NO better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He tried to swerve when another bicycle came nearly on him, but then when he did swerve, a girl riding a bicycle cut in and he fell - plus the girls were all laughing at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were him, I'd given them several tight slaps and punches for that unkindness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They NEVER helped him. Look how idiotic girls can be - suck dorks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, Ewan fell because of GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the in-charge allowed us to unlimited hours of rides due to the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cheers, but I , Johnson and Joseph decided to go home. But we ended up slacking in Burger King and koping fries and dunking them in ketchup and chilli sauce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice. And hot to warm us up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to make things worse, that wounds hurt for as long as can be, until it finally eased a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, mine was in contact with GRAINY (Oh my GOD~!) rainwater? Help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, ah we played ball games to 'compensate' for the loss of the spirit of fun in us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That didn't work. We tried hantam bola, rugby, soccer, anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lame games also got. Nothing worked out fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, we started 'graffiti-ing' on the beach - the sand. I drew a picture of a girl's face on the sand, and they found it nice. I scribbled on anything with a chopstick (just A chopstick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so well, we went for dinner and we were telling jokes on the way. Some were ****ing funny sia lah, we laughed like mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryan even commented on how happy I was. JOKE~! Life must be fun wad, else how you live here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ah well, we were calculating on the sharing of the costs on how much money should be spent on satay lah, chicken wings ah, popiah lah, anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then we ate an equal share of these stuff. Except for the main course. I skipped eating that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the popiah - it had chilli! I tak boleh tahan chilli!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And luckily, it's mildly spicy. But I downed gulps of water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so ,we went home on separate ways. The class outing, that we last had before we separate into different classes next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, that is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a wonderful day. It was the best time I'd ever got, really. I hope I'll remember it forever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/38118024-668398648609637229?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/668398648609637229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=668398648609637229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/668398648609637229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/668398648609637229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2007/10/caption-for-kotex-sanitary-pad.html' title=''/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RxN7pZmABDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Tm33QpfOrdg/s72-c/Photo671_000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-1137524533219091847</id><published>2007-10-12T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T10:46:40.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 12, 2007, Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY BIRTHDAY'S TODAY - around 8 people wished me happy birthday, including my best friends and Xiuqi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendrick damn suay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kena sabotage by 1 wushu guy, then he kena caught 'cheating'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wushu guy asked him for answers, then Kendrick turn around without knowing what he really said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he kena caught by Ms Nooreny. He and that guy go and see Mr Maran. Hope Kendrick won't die lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;TODAY'S (X( late post...)THE LAST DAY OF EXAMS~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, a big load off already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad it's over, that means more time to slack, coz the next few days are holidays, which I'm satisfied. Anyway, school ends at the end of October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well, my birthday is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, Johnson wished me happy birthday first, then Avester and Joseph, then followed by others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Kai Yi. But he forced me to go to his party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I refused to go. Forced me leh. Plus he was desperate to invite Ewan to his party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, poor Bryan lost Ewan as his customer. I pity him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAI YI, BRYAN, CLEMENT, JOHNSON AND FINALLY, MS RAKSHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadistic. Adjacent birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, to the Sec 3s and 4s, good luck to your exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-1137524533219091847?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/1137524533219091847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=1137524533219091847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1137524533219091847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/1137524533219091847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2007/10/october-12-2007-friday.html' title='October 12, 2007, Friday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-2974665791662022115</id><published>2007-10-10T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:51:10.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIRST, FOR SOME PHOTOS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwxuXejz5UI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SgPpUEZ8SIo/s1600-h/Photo624_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119588226032723266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwxuXejz5UI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SgPpUEZ8SIo/s200/Photo624_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LABRADOR RETRIEVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one 'pang sai' (shit) in the cage then play with it siah... WTF? Then still touch somemore, YUKK! (And so funny looking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwxuRejz5TI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jClAK1uFgYs/s1600-h/Photo629_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119588122953508146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwxuRejz5TI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jClAK1uFgYs/s200/Photo629_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHIWAWA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one busy chewing at the rubber weird-looking 'doll'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwxuJejz5RI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zE1gw9EtuDs/s1600-h/Photo632_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119587985514554642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwxuJejz5RI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zE1gw9EtuDs/s200/Photo632_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SCHNAUZER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sad-looking lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwxuGOjz5QI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6ihtCSL7YCM/s1600-h/Photo635_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119587929679979778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwxuGOjz5QI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6ihtCSL7YCM/s200/Photo635_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date juice sia lah - even have leh. Also cannot blame mah, for those who were fasting, so nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwxuCejz5PI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gIGh7K6dxto/s1600-h/Photo636_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119587865255470322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwxuCejz5PI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gIGh7K6dxto/s200/Photo636_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This badly &lt;strong&gt;SMASHED&lt;/strong&gt; motherboard of the digital clock unit that we had... for D&amp;amp;T project. Who did it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rwxt--jz5OI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xRg4SRATAUI/s1600-h/Photo637_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119587805125928162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rwxt--jz5OI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xRg4SRATAUI/s200/Photo637_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trash, trash, trash and more trash... (in huge bags somemore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rwxt3-jz5NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DNqgevrKsSg/s1600-h/Photo638_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119587684866843858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rwxt3-jz5NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DNqgevrKsSg/s200/Photo638_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another zoomed-in view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwxtYejz5MI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6eNPJbUWWGU/s1600-h/Photo639_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119587143700964546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwxtYejz5MI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6eNPJbUWWGU/s200/Photo639_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwxtVujz5LI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nI1458idTzs/s1600-h/Photo640_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119587096456324274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwxtVujz5LI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nI1458idTzs/s200/Photo640_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inconsiderate people - block the passageway on the bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwxtR-jz5KI/AAAAAAAAAGc/q73_UYFOUEo/s1600-h/Photo641_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119587032031814818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwxtR-jz5KI/AAAAAAAAAGc/q73_UYFOUEo/s200/Photo641_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasidet looking strange from below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwxtN-jz5JI/AAAAAAAAAGU/e7d83BTX4iE/s1600-h/Photo642_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119586963312338066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwxtN-jz5JI/AAAAAAAAAGU/e7d83BTX4iE/s200/Photo642_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Kasidet ate was just cheesecake (and mocha, together - $4.80)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwxtKOjz5II/AAAAAAAAAGM/rNTfjMCLA_8/s1600-h/Photo643_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119586898887828610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwxtKOjz5II/AAAAAAAAAGM/rNTfjMCLA_8/s200/Photo643_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at him drink that mocha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwxscOjz5HI/AAAAAAAAAGE/XlnBcnd9Md0/s1600-h/Photo645_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119586108613846130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwxscOjz5HI/AAAAAAAAAGE/XlnBcnd9Md0/s200/Photo645_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting nonchalant (he said he don't care whether we take photo or not...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Then the sai-kang stuff later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today must say that I almost kena fried by the Maths paper 1, coz some parts ah, I didn't really expect that it would really pop up like a difficult one for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad leh, 10 marks about to fly le.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will upload videos soon. (Avester will 'like' it... it's all about him.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And by then, you will laugh like crazy at certain parts....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also, the Maths paper 2 saved me, coz it was really a breeze doing it lor, that by the time I finished, I had so much time left and that other people were still writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus I must really elaborate the importance about checking your exam scripts lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially for careless people like me, you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what? I checked for Science and Maths paper and fortunately, I managed to correct some errors. Like for Science, I managed to change my answers that I was blindly scribbling on my answer sheet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's for Bio. I found out that I had around 5 of them wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then for Maths graph, I also discovered the error that I made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regarding the 'When x = 4.7, y = ?' question?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did it with x = 5.7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I changed it on the right time. Luckily I had so much precious time to check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for graph, you know it's delicate job to erase the mistake without erasing the true thing itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y = 4.7 - wrong answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y = 2.7 - should be correct&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as for now, 2 more days to go before the nice holidays start coming..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/38118024-2974665791662022115?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/2974665791662022115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=2974665791662022115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/2974665791662022115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/2974665791662022115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-for-some-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwxuXejz5UI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SgPpUEZ8SIo/s72-c/Photo624_000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-3147770507737025338</id><published>2007-10-09T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:33:59.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 9, 2007, Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;History paper - I sure die liao, don't ask why, DON'T ASK WHYYY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;I think I'm gonna die, unless luck comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;HELP, HEELLLPPPP~~~!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless there's a miracle, I would wait for the mystery to unravel itself - for the worst?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I shall elaborate myself more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1stly, this MCQ was so stunning, I got stoned in front of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised that I'd spent so much time on SBQ and MCQ, that I rushed through the SEQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when I knew I die liao, coz I JUST finished with a perfectly WRONG conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, 佛(god) helps me now. This is serious. I can't afford to lose any huge marks there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I pray hard, I've slacked in Johnson's house - aircon, watching Yu Hui and Johnson's little bro playing DotA, and he and Johnson playing Chinese Chess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And finally, Maplepatch is now being downloaded, while I'm blogging...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;[a voice in my head] YOU MUGGER~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;[me] NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;[that voice] YOU BLEDDY MUGGER~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;[me]......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 month later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[option selection] WAHAHA, YOU MUGGED~!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;[me] NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;And it's too late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;(To be continued...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-3147770507737025338?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/3147770507737025338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=3147770507737025338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/3147770507737025338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/3147770507737025338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2007/10/october-9-2007-tuesday.html' title='October 9, 2007, Tuesday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-5074339666837275688</id><published>2007-10-08T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:36:59.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 8, 2007, Monday</title><content type='html'>Certain things really have their good points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like when you go back home so early after exams. You see the paper and find it easy, that's another joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for some, it's a completely different thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yah, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIKE ME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad lor, today's Physics paper, I think I'd lost 10 marks liao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rwmo7-jz5FI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hQsgQgU7E9U/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118808199842227282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rwmo7-jz5FI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hQsgQgU7E9U/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Money = no. of marks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WALAO, 10 marks out of &lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;35 &lt;/span&gt;leh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know how they feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwmqEOjz5GI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8IvTMJ5HALM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118809441087775842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/RwmqEOjz5GI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8IvTMJ5HALM/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then this Mr Thiru come and be invigilator. To conclude, he said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I go and collect that blue booklet, he go and collect the pink booklet and that guy go and collect that yellow booklet. Any bugger doesn't understand me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still talk. So he detain us for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bleddy hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, we finally tried the 'pleasing' method, saying that we needed to study History.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew, we got released.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasidet also very wu-liao leh, go Tampines KFC just for the Cheese Fries. If I were him, I'd just fry the fries, heat the cheese until it melts, add mayonnaise and pop some veggies, and that's Cheese Fries!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's a questionnaire (and my answers below):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning! This will take you AT least 10 minutes!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;(Profile)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FULL Name: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fave Colour: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fave Food: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Describe Urself in 1 Word: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best Friend in (insert class here): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fave TV Show: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fave Piece of Music: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fave Subject: (do not put free period as an answer!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fave Soft Drink: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fave Sport: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky Number: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;(Extras Part I)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your guess of how many toilets(4 boys onli) r there in school:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your most expensive taxi ride costed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much cash in your eZ-link now: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time now in GMT: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many computers u own: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long u take to finish a reel of corr.tape: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think the canteen food is very expensive? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your guess of how many teachers r there in school: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do u belive in Santa Claus and Easter Bunny: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you prefer Santa or Easter Bunny: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you more gentle or more aggresive: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What time do u normally go 2 bed: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last movie u watched: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;(Extras Part II)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you want a million dollars? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you rather eat a heap of spinach or take bitter medicine pills? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preferece of lighter or darker colours: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you gobble your food down or chew slowly? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you speak Singlish often? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are you doing now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were told to run 10km in 2 hours in a forest, and you find a shortcut through, would you honestly run 10km or take the shortcut? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I lent you $10, will u return me the next day? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you see someone bullying a cat, would you confront him, call SPCA or run away? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If a bully 5 times ur height and size told you to scram, would you get lost or GET LOST? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you wait patiently 4 the traffic lights or do u dash cross the roads? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;(Extras Part III)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I roll a normal dice. Your guess of the result: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I roll 2 standard die. Your guess: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I roll a dice that has all 6 sides saying zero. Your guess now: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't roll the dice at all. Your guess anyway: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you prefer being the musician or the dancer in a ballet concert? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you scared of this questionnaire? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you want more? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DO U THINK THIS IS A WASTE OF TIME? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now for the answers...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FULL Name: Tay Guo Qiang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave Colour: Blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave Food: Fast food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe Urself in 1 Word: Cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend in 2B: Joseph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave TV Show: 神雕侠侣, 仙剑奇侠传&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave Piece of Music: Every Heart - BoA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave Subject: (do not put free period as an answer!) Maths, Chemistry, Geography &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave Soft Drink: Coca-Cola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave Sport: Badminton, Floorball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Number: 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your guess of how many toilets(4 boys onli) r there in school: 10?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your most expensive taxi ride costed: $8-something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much cash in your eZ-link now: $15-something &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time now in GMT: 12.00.00pm (准准 12pm seh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many computers u own: 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long u take to finish a reel of corr.tape: Less than a week or so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the canteen food is very expensive? Okay lah, not so bad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your guess of how many teachers r there in school: 30?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u belive in Santa Claus and Easter Bunny: NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer Santa or Easter Bunny: NONE - I aleaddi told u i dun believe liao...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you more gentle or more aggresive: Fake gentle, then aggressive. (XD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time do u normally go 2 bed: 10pm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last movie u watched: The Simpsons Movie -.-'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want a million dollars? Who doesn't? (!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather eat a heap of spinach or take bitter medicine pills? Both, if they really help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferece of lighter or darker colours: Darker ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you gobble your food down or chew slowly? Depends on the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you speak Singlish often? 90% Singlish, 10% Chinese and ENGLISH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing now? Blogging, yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were told to run 10km in 2 hours in a forest, and you find a shortcut through, would you honestly run 10km or take the shortcut? That depends on whether you are spying on me lor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lent you $10, will u return me the next day? Of course I would - I'm not that yao-kwee(greedy)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see someone bullying a cat, would you confront him, call SPCA or run away? Judge from conditions first...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a bully 5 times ur height and size told you to scram, would you get lost or GET LOST? No idea - what do you suggest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wait patiently 4 the traffic lights or do u dash cross the roads? Also depends on time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll a normal dice. Your guess of the result: (Patternic order - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll 2 standard die. Your guess: (Patternic order too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll a dice that has all 6 sides saying zero. Your guess now: Zero, duh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't roll the dice at all. Your guess anyway: Nothing - sure correct de.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer being the musician or the dancer in a ballet concert? Musician - dancer damn disgracing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared of this questionnaire? No idea - what do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want more? Yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO U THINK THIS IS A WASTE OF TIME? Also yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(THE END)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38118024-5074339666837275688?l=beyond-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/5074339666837275688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38118024&amp;postID=5074339666837275688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/5074339666837275688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38118024/posts/default/5074339666837275688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyond-definitions.blogspot.com/2007/10/october-8-2007-monday.html' title='October 8, 2007, Monday'/><author><name>taygq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/SZZ3LlWd0II/AAAAAAAAAhE/yUtuS3qOQls/S220/emo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PHrj9_D8j0/Rwmo7-jz5FI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hQsgQgU7E9U/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38118024.post-4685762150645576563</id><published>2007-10-05T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T14:15:53.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 5, 2007, Friday</title><content type='html'>Exam time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compo. A headstart for the later part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people still can talk, and also crack jokes. Talk, ya lah, its normal, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But jokes ah... different thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a start, this Earnest kept dropping his correction tape. Sadistic leh, noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Bryan Koh throw a ball of paper. Didn't exactly head for the dustbin. So Mr Donald Leo tell him to do 10 push-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He purposely do 5. In the end, he still do 10 wad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone else throw paper ball but never get pumped. Sadistic teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this Bryan go and place his friend's Chinese dictionary on the window pane. He demanded that he return it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Earnest go and 'knock' the dictionary out. Sad. But not funny at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz end of compo paper wad? Very stupid leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about Avester...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He so noob - read English textbook last minute. I one day also know le.&lt;br /&gt;In fact ah, less that 1 day lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about his second button on his uniform......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretended to 'strip' him. And it was so less-obvious to naked eye.&lt;br /&gt;Except mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pro right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, about subject combination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very confusing lah. Because I got 3 options to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;1. Triple Science.&lt;br /&gt;2. Double Humanities.&lt;br /&gt;3. Just take 7 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, I just dunno!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe we
