<?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-12812224</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:54:55.653+08:00</updated><category term='new year'/><category term='v-day'/><category term='rants'/><category term='azimuth&apos;08'/><category term='piano'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='random'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>`*mY_LiFe~*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link 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may not be able to emphathise fully.&lt;br /&gt;i may have kept quiet throughout.&lt;br /&gt;but it hurts to see you like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything seems to be going horribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;thing are not the same anymore. and it will never be the same again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-6423262112034081533?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/6423262112034081533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=6423262112034081533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/6423262112034081533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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all that's going on, and not being able to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and did i mention, the reference section in national library is so gargangtuan, it spreads over 6 floors and finding specific items is literally hunting for a needle in the haystack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonderfool sia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-4803772805832529043?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/4803772805832529043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=4803772805832529043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/4803772805832529043'/><link rel='self' 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chickenfeet but the tutorial questions are chickenehneh. (not-exactly-new term learnt during fiesta last year, just that i rarely use it) =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahh. i've had enough of mugging. blogging now = taking a short break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tagboard's pretty quiet now. probably due to the lack of updates and because everyone's busy. tag me leh, if you're reading. (i sound so despo -.-)&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;on a totally irrelevant note... (just some insightful thoughts lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"people tend to take the things and people around them for granted and learn to appreciate only when they're gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how very true. reminiscing secondary school life (again)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crazy things the guys used to do at the back of the classroom. "peanut soup" during bio practical. night study sessions. bubble tea and waffles. band practices. concerts. sneaking edibles up to class. chionging amath papers at pasir ris library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't say that i despise college life. but i don't enjoy it either. but i guess i never learnt to appreciate secondary school life until this year. and i didn't exactly cherish all the times spent with &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those days &lt;em&gt;very the much&lt;/em&gt;. ah screw it, i'm angsting. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argghhh i'm gonna mug again. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;想念。惦记。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i wonder if you feel the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-3296452050839309139</id><published>2008-05-25T17:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:52:53.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my nose and throat are killing me. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i was too lazy to design a new blogskin from scratch and nothing caught my fancy on blogskins.com, i made some changes to my old blogskin and ta-da, a new one has been born. hahaha. i used an old blog song though, because i still find it cool. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am very much hoping to go swimming tomorrow, if the weather permits and if that stupid flu gets better. &lt;em&gt;rahh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here're the long overdue pics from macau/hong kong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not many descriptions here, because i have to go mug soon. zzz. and pardon the poor resolution and under/over exposure because they're mostly snapped from my old handphone camera (1.3 megapixels only).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00263.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macau at 6.30pm. it looks like 7+ in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some monuments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00266.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;st. dominic's church, where shin and chaegyung got married in princess hours. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1020401.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/P1020401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;st paul's cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00267.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty portugese architecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00278.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some statue near st paul's cathedral. it's a guy giving a rose to a girl. sweet leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00285.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very nondescript temple tucked away at a corner, overshadowed by its neighbour st paul's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;street sights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00273.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00277.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00337.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shops and stalls literally spill over into the back alleys. and roadside fare is even tastier than restaurant food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00286.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00289.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the residental areas are reallyyy quiet and tranquil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fisherman's wharf: where every building inside is modelled after an international/mythical landmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00296.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tang dynasty fortress. looks similar to the one in singapore hor. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00298.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miniature potala palace. the real one is in tibet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00299.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aladdin's palace, where the entrance is flanked by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00300.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 very sinister looking cobras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00304.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shophouses modelled after amsterdam architecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00306.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hotel in fisherman's wharf which looks somewhat like raffles hotel back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00311.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babylonian-themed casino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venetian macao: the casino/shopping mall modelled after architecture in venice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00313.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ceiling looks exactly like the sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00316.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's a "canal" running right through the middle and there're people rowing gondolas on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00327.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00317.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it screams luxury everywhere. even the merchandise says so. think gucci, chanel, vertu, prada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a peek at other casinos/hotels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00344.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGM grand's main lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00350.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grand lisboa casino. it looks a lot more glitzy at night but i didn't manage to get a photo of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00351.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a revolving tree fashioned out of gold leaf in wynn macau casino/hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00353.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wynn macau's main lobby ceiling. the 12 segments each represent one animal in the chinese zodiac. and it opens to reveal a huge projector screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, some random stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00341.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bak kua is the size of an A4 sheet of paper and is 5mm thick. and there's wild boar bak kua, beef bak kua... 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00334.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a whole barrage of neon signboards in hong kong. i didn't take much photos in hongkong as we visited the city district only without sightseeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00325.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some cute thingy i saw in a bakery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00335.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kissing salt and pepper shakers in daiso. that daiso outlet which i went to spans four storeys underground. all you can see from outside is just an escalator going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00291.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plastic mochi/pancakes in a hong kong supermarket which looks good enough to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00290.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC00290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a european chess set modelled after the qin dynasty terracotta army. talk about east meets west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-3296452050839309139?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/3296452050839309139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=3296452050839309139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/3296452050839309139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/3296452050839309139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-nose-and-throat-are-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-714694463444839697</id><published>2008-05-21T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:21:42.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm just so lazy to update that i'll probably blog only when i really feel like it (which doesn't happen very often now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soccer guys' a division finals wasn't that boring after all. MJ WON! hui teng and i had intended to mug during the match but we ended up socialising with our own cliques instead. LOL. and i ended up watching the entire match. it's the first time i actually sat through a whole soccer match please! (fyi: footie and me have no link.) c'mon i should deserve some applause for that right? =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm suddenly very addicted to the orchestral arrangement of reprise. gahh. classical/orchestral/band music is very much missed. i'll give anything to have band practice now. sheesh, to think that i was having band fatigue last year. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a mugging schedule. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-714694463444839697?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/714694463444839697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=714694463444839697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/714694463444839697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/714694463444839697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-just-so-lazy-to-update-that-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-635933067228891586</id><published>2008-05-11T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:21:07.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's so much work left but i still can't muster any motivation to complete them. i'm supposed to be preparing some reach thingy for thursday now but i've no idea how to start, and no sense of urgency to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's as though i've lost all the drive and motivation to work hard. yes, i know i sound like some useless imbecile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why choose jc to torture yourself?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i wonder why too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-635933067228891586?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/635933067228891586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=635933067228891586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/635933067228891586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/635933067228891586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/05/theres-so-much-work-left-but-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-350346753275018732</id><published>2008-05-11T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T13:43:15.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm very inspired to blog now (LOL), so a quick update before i continue mugging again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prelude 28 ROCKED. like totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the selection of songs were good, and the playing was great too. there were so many oboe/cor anglais solos lah. LOL. stage band was a blast too, from the "magic disappearing cloth" right down to the antics of those playing the butlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my resolution: i'll watch fiesta at the end this year. and if i'm still enthu, prelude 29 next year. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was like some reunion lah. i met so many familiar people whom i havent seen for a super long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tj bandits (of course), elliot, jing jing, isabella, matt, cai le, charmaine, lao jeff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think there're more but i can't remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't manage to take photos during the concert except one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC000161.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC000161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elliot, me, karilynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so reminiscent of fiesta moo-zic last year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC002481.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/strawberri_pink/DSC002481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, same position some more. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i hope lao jeff's idea of continuing almuni band practices on a regular basis comes true. I WANT LEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go mug again. sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-350346753275018732?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/350346753275018732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=350346753275018732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/350346753275018732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/350346753275018732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/05/quick-update-before-i-continue-mugging.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-7187586943367794973</id><published>2008-05-09T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:04:40.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a long time since i've last blogged. but it doesn't really matter since i don't think there're many regular readers anyway. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to upload some pics but apparently blogger doesn't like me. zzz. and i'm too lazy to upload them onto photobucket and resize them. =x and the GPP template is waiting to be filled up by me. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking foward to watching TJCSB perform tomorrow! it's been a super long time since i last watched a concert. zzz. and i still miss band. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 tests in a single day on thursday. plus tons of work to do this weekend. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most priceless conversation this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "why did you wax your hair today? wanna impress girls ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"no lah, i wanna seduce your boyfriend." (fyi it's a guy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICEEE. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-7187586943367794973?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/7187586943367794973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=7187586943367794973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/7187586943367794973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/7187586943367794973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-long-time-since-ive-last.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-2703794806149093677</id><published>2008-04-26T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T22:17:46.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've absolutely no idea how to cut my PI's current word count of 1000+ to 520. OMG and final draft's due tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally touched the piano keys after eons. and i'm utterly horrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't even finish playing croatian rhapsody.&lt;br /&gt;the other pieces were disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;like that how to learn toccata and fugue in d minor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be reduced to being able to play pop pieces only.&lt;br /&gt;but it seems like those 11 years of effort put in to get 8 certificates are going down the drain in a matter of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw it.&lt;br /&gt;I. NEED. TO. PRACTICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;i saw an extract of a conductor's score in the theory practice paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWD, I MISS BAND. LIKE REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random: i want to play cor anglais. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-2703794806149093677?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/2703794806149093677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=2703794806149093677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/2703794806149093677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/2703794806149093677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-absolutely-no-idea-how-to-cut-my.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-3531223605288306595</id><published>2008-04-26T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T00:46:19.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was blog-hopping (yeah, like the first time in years) and i saw this blogpost entirely made up of a conversation between this guy and girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, its too long to post the whole thing here. but in short, this guy was like trying to pick a fight with his gf because she went out on a group outing which included her ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best line ever: "i want girl who will love me more than i love her. you're not ready to be my gf because you're not willing to give up your friends for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH. this guy's really a jerk. love should be an equal thing, you idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after seeing this, i realised i'm really really lucky. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-3531223605288306595?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/3531223605288306595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=3531223605288306595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/3531223605288306595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/3531223605288306595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-was-blog-hopping-yeah-like-first-time.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-8747857717289247673</id><published>2008-04-21T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:44:14.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the record, it's the third consecutive emo post. i'm not wallowing in self-pity. i just need to rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to escape.&lt;br /&gt;just for one day, where i could let go of everything and have some real fun.&lt;br /&gt;but that one remark just crushed everything.&lt;br /&gt;do you have any idea how much it hurts to wish for something so badly, only to be told that it's difficult to achieve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said it's difficult for me to change.&lt;br /&gt;so what now?&lt;br /&gt;i'm probably stuck in this fked up life and i don't see any end to it.&lt;br /&gt;stop saying that i need a break, when you're just going to put down my attempts to set a time-out for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;but come think of it now, its just trying to cover up everything under layers of pretence.&lt;br /&gt;and just what's the whole damn point of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears are already falling.&lt;br /&gt;i've never felt more alone than this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-8747857717289247673?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-5629168420899872374</id><published>2008-04-16T18:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:37:24.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's everything about putting on facades.&lt;br /&gt;don't we just do things for the sake of keeping up appearances?&lt;br /&gt;so much for "being ourselves" huh.&lt;br /&gt;it takes more energy to pretend being happy than being really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;just 2 bloody years and all will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;yet time seems to be crawling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for december 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got into a jc of my choice but i'm not enjoying life there at all.&lt;br /&gt;to think that just 2 months back, i was practically desperate to get a place there.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;OMGWTH i spent 3 hours attempting to revamp my PI for the second draft but apparently i got the focus totally wrong. SOMEONE KILL ME PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-5629168420899872374?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/5629168420899872374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=5629168420899872374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/5629168420899872374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/5629168420899872374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/04/lifes-everything-about-putting-on.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-5801401593262205242</id><published>2008-04-03T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:33:01.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jc's like sucking away at my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just what's the point of dragging yourself to school everyday, struggling to stay awake during lectures and failing miserably at attempting to put on a happy face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention, failing every single test since the start of the term despite studying for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-7074104196746925113</id><published>2008-03-30T01:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T02:16:00.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 1.12am and yes, i'm still up at this ungodly hour, racking my brains to come up with something for PW. the worst thing: giddiness is coming back. hope i can survive burning midnight oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jc life's depressing. so many bloggers around are ranting about how much they miss secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm probably visiting dunman sometime next week to get my o level cert and return my reed. ah, the o level cert is probably the last thing which i have a connection to dunman, other than alumni band. but anyway, i still consider myself a dunmanite. yah, a dunmanite in meridian uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practically everything now makes me miss secondary school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the school hours last time are nothing compared to what we're having now. we used to grouse about having dismissal time pushed back by half an hour at the start of sec 3. i'd give anything to have lessons ending at 2 everyday now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed by dunman on friday evening and i saw the sec 4s having night study session in the canteen. it makes me miss the days where we were so hyped up about chionging for o levels that we spent close to 14 hours in school mugging, chatting, doing past year papers and walking out of school to grab bubble tea and waffles for dinner. i miss the days where 4B would purposely stay in our air-conditioned classroom during night study and only go out to grab free food from the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week's concert made me miss band so so much. the stage, the spotlights, the applause from the audience, the sound of band warming up and tuning, lining up outside the concert hall, sitting on the steps outside VCH to eat our packet food... it was like serenata 4 all over again. i miss practicing with karilynn and sarah during sectionals, sitting with matt and karilynn during combined practice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention the crazy practicing for syf'05 and bitter chionging for syf'07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syf'05 was like the first time we ever had a taste of gold. we screamed, cried and hugged, we blasted our instruments and got super high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syf'07. it was a different story altogether. but nonetheless, there were memories, both good and bad. the jitters before it were unbearable. i still remember breaking down after the results were announced even though i tried so hard to hold back tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the memories are still so vivid now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow now, whenever i see or hear anything that has got to do with band, there would be a tiny tinge of regret of not choosing band as my cca. but then again, bowling has been great so far. maybe i should stop thinking that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mj's chem practicals makes me miss dunman practicals so much. i miss using the tap burette. i miss doing QA. i miss turning around to chat with shawn during bio practicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having to shuttle between lecture theatres and classrooms for lessons makes me miss the comfort of 4B's air conditioned classroom. i miss sitting next to chui wen. i miss having to dodge flying cushions/balls/soft toys from the guys playing soccer at the back of the classroom. i miss staying in class during recess to chat with shawn/daniel/chui wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss coming to school early in the morning to copy or rush homework. such things are practically taboo in mj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm still very unused to jc life. for the record, i miss secondary school life more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAE failed to help me get used to college life. i didn't have any emotional attachment to tpjc anyway, other than 08s15 classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss band.&lt;br /&gt;i miss 4B.&lt;br /&gt;i miss dunman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is getting very emo. screw it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-7074104196746925113?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/7074104196746925113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=7074104196746925113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/7074104196746925113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/7074104196746925113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-1.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-1895586560269984935</id><published>2008-03-28T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T16:20:34.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TGIF. if we had to attend lessons more than 5 days a week, i'll shrivel up and die by the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;given this kind of hectic life, blogging is practically out of the question. so i'm probably abandoning this place until i have the time/inspiration to post something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random thoughts (as always):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08s104 resembles 4b in many ways, from the grossly disproportionate gender ratio to notoriety. but i miss 4b a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got pwned by wei yang when i tried to crack a lame joke. girls cannot say lame stuff ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i STILL can't upload photos here. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april's coming soon and there're like so many birthdays coming (including my own!) *hint hint* (ok, it sounds so kiddy/bimbo/whatever.) it doesn't help that i'm broke now. i should get financial assistance lah hor. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bloody have to buck up. in terms of studies and bowling. and train up for running damn it. i want my 16 minute timing back for 2.4km ok! 19 minutes is crap. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still wondering what made me sign up for 4x100m girls for colosseum. just hoping that i won't put phobos to shame if i manage to get through the trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://08s104.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://08s104.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; -&gt; read the 27/3 post with a sense of humour. especially if you're a jc student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before ending off, i shall do some advertising for my dear friends who are also council nominees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;support edwin, kamal and hui xin ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i wish hui xin would stay on as a bowler though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-1895586560269984935?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/1895586560269984935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=1895586560269984935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/1895586560269984935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/1895586560269984935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/03/tgif.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-425000982868690105</id><published>2008-03-22T11:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T12:47:16.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>concert was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent most of our time backstage while waiting for our turn and i played "chop chilli chop" with juniors. omg lah, i laughed till my throat hurt. took section photos too, but i've none of them with me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the juniors improved! it's nice to see them performing better than before. and i willingly admit that this year's leaders are doing a way better job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the trip home was horrible. i suddenly felt really sick on the MRT. gah, i don't want to elaborate. just thinking about what could've happened if i was alone already scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like i missed out a lot in yesterday's 08s104 outing. ok never mind, concert's only once in 2 years. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and damn it, i still can't upload pictures from hk and macau. so this post has been drastically shortened. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-425000982868690105?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-5842897433407289347</id><published>2008-03-19T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T19:19:08.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. couldn't find my hair clip this morning. i panicked and started rummaging through everything only to realise it had dropped under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. was late for school even though reporting time on wednesdays is 8.30am. because bus 3 came first, i decided to board it. and later at the traffic junction, i saw bus 39 overtaking it. wth. bus 3 already takes such a long route and the driver still decided to take its own sweet time and crawl its way to each stop. i reached college gates at 8.31am and got booked for latecoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the aftermath? a chat with civics tutor during break and $3 flew out of my wallet and into the class fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. no one told me that alumni band practice tomorrow has been cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. called dunman to reserve 11 tickets for music extravaganza only to find out that 5 tickets were left. plus i got scolded over the phone for making last minute reservations. after so much hassle, no one wanted to reserve tickets anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it, i really felt like crying then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. forgot to close the windows before going out and came home to see big puddles of rain water on the floor. and got scolded again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. new shoes caused blisters on my heels. it just got worse when my already below-the-ankle socks kept slipping down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try going through all this in one day and tell me if you'll still be in a good mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-5842897433407289347?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/5842897433407289347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=5842897433407289347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/5842897433407289347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/5842897433407289347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/03/1.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-2541950384380628212</id><published>2008-03-16T13:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T13:45:33.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh, seems like i missed out on a lot of things this holidays. you name it, i missed it. like, 08s15 bbq, 08s104 outing, 6-2 gathering, band camp, dunman carnival... OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be uploading photos taken in macau and hong kong soon. for some dumb reason i can't upload them now. zzz. blogger and photobucket doesn't like me huh.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;gotta chiong kinematics and summation tutorial later. i haven't done a single bit of it while overseas because i stupidly forgot to bring my calculator there. handphone calculators can't do trigo or stuff like 51^3. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't help that summation sucks.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;i missed 3 band pracs in 2 weeks. and omg concert's like next friday? i hope bowling training ends earlier on thursday (although it's practically impossible) so that i can rush down to dunman in time for night practice. practice as in, sit down and play for at least an hour. last week i gave night practice a miss because i'll probably make it there just when everyone's about to pack up and leave. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wth, i cracked a new reed last week. it wasn't through overblowing or what, I FREAKING DROPPED IT. omg someone kill me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably have to buy my own now. that's at least $20 down the drain and i've no idea if i'll still use it after concert. =(((&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;random: bro keeps staring at my new shoes because he says they're "aesthetically appealing". LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-2541950384380628212?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/2541950384380628212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=2541950384380628212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/2541950384380628212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/2541950384380628212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/03/gosh-seems-like-i-missed-out-on-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-567071298286859587</id><published>2008-03-09T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T21:20:39.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>will be flying off to macau and HK in less than 3 days. boo. and omg i haven't packed my stuff yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good: it's been ages since i've last stepped out of singapore or set foot on a plane. and HK's a real cool place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bad: it's freezing cold there now, i'll miss visiting juniors at band camp and i'll miss &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the really ugly: physics lecture test next monday. wth.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;math is horrigible. =x APGP is supposed to be easy but i can't seem to do it. out of desperation i decided to ask my bro about the tutorial questions yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro: eh lemme take a look. i think i did this in poly before.&lt;br /&gt;*short pause*&lt;br /&gt;bro: what's Tn and Sn arh?&lt;br /&gt;me: Tn is the nth term of the sequence, Sn is the sum of the entire sequence...&lt;br /&gt;bro: forget it lah, that doesn't even sound like math to me. ask me how to drive a tank, i can teach you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;oh and permanent timetable is horrifying. monday alone has chem and econs lectures back to back for the first 2 periods, and math tutorial before math lecture. goodbye to long breaks, hello to hectic days. i don't remember having such a crazy timetable during PAE. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so going to love wednesdays the most. because lessons start at 8.30 and end at 1.45!&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;was blog-hopping and i saw this picture taken off balloon hat festival (i don't know which year). i do miss band somehow. i miss having sectionals, the crazy rush a few hours before performances, wearing the stiflingly hot (literally lah!) uniform, hanging out at the long-gone music room, the blinding spotlights on stage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to continue, the list would never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with cw, li ting and cher lin yesterday and we suddenly started talking about last year. gawd, i really miss dunman. last year was so fun can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to grouse about having to attend night study sessions and extra lessons, but come think of it, those times were one of the best memories we had. jc life is good, but it's nothing compared to those crazy days last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww, nostalgia hits again. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-567071298286859587?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/567071298286859587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=567071298286859587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/567071298286859587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/567071298286859587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/03/will-be-flying-off-to-macau-and-hk-in.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-8022680970777792108</id><published>2008-03-06T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:40:39.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feeling really lousy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things change, people change too.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i just can't accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when things come to this stage, it really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;drowning in tutorials is a great way to forget things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thank you k, for being my confidante today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't want it to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;because i still love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-8022680970777792108?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/8022680970777792108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=8022680970777792108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/8022680970777792108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/8022680970777792108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/03/feeling-really-lousy-now.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-1609991382515767461</id><published>2008-03-01T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T17:11:25.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg, only 2 days of lessons have passed and i already feel like i'm dying. and we're only running on temporary timetable now. when permanent timetable starts next term, i should consider jumping off the school building or drinking concentrated acid already. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem really makes me feel damn stupid. completed only 4 questions during the 5 hour break and caught no ball during the redox reactions make up lecture. i can already sense that people are getting exasperated while trying to teach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i can write this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dear whoever-can-save-me, please give me more intelligence. i know it's still a month before my birthday, but it'll make a great early birthday present, thank you very much. i'm willing to forsake a new handphone for that. you can give me any amount of intelligence you wish, as long the amount is enough to get me decent grades throughout my jc life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that's kind of lame.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;if bowling training starts next thursday, i'll be so dead. ok, that's if i get accepted (the probability is quite high, i heard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30am: report to college.&lt;br /&gt;3.25pm: last lecture ends.&lt;br /&gt;5pm to 7+pm: bowling training(maybe)&lt;br /&gt;7pm to 9pm: alumni band practice at dunman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd, this kind of schedule is crazy. i'm praying that there's no training on thursday. if not i'll have to fly from some ulu corner of changi all the way to dunman when training ends. if there's training, it also means i have to finishing chionging all the tutorials during breaks because i'll probably be too shagged to even look at them after band practice. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in case you're thinking that bowling has no link to me, i willingly admit i'm a noob. i haven't bowled for 5 whole years. =x&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;i hope it wasn't a wrong decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-1609991382515767461?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/1609991382515767461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=1609991382515767461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/1609991382515767461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/1609991382515767461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/03/omg-only-2-days-of-lessons-have-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-8331742498341334251</id><published>2008-02-28T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:24:08.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>orientation wasn't that bad after all. dance finale was damn high i tell you. for some weird reason, that "ca... ca... callisto!" cheer is still repeating itself in my head. and callisto isn't even my house. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phobos won the dance finale performance and MMM and came in second for overall! see, phobos is RED HOT. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for bowling trials today and it pretty much sucked for the second half. my scores were pretty decent initially but after that, the balls started rolling into the longkang instead of going straight. zzz. my middle finger got stuck between two balls and it's kind of swollen now. (i know it sounds wrong) =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can officially declare myself a bobo shooter. went for air rifle trials and i think i totally made a disgrace of myself. i started with pistol and was allowed to fire 5 shots at the target. and sadly, all of them went way off the target paper except one. that shot wasn't even in the centre zone lah! next up was air rifle. the rifle is super heavy can. my hands were shaking as i was trying to aim at the target. but i missed all 5 shots. zzz. give me super soakers or arcade guns anytime yo! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and, anyone wanna pei me to give a shot in rallying for students' council? i feel like trying leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i'm enjoying life in mj a lot more even though it's more exhausting and erm, serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-8331742498341334251?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/8331742498341334251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=8331742498341334251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/8331742498341334251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/8331742498341334251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/02/orientation-wasnt-that-bad-after-all.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-4755512750975087313</id><published>2008-02-25T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T21:40:47.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azimuth&apos;08'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>day 1 of orientation's over, and i'm not exactly loving it nor looking forward to tomorrow's MMM thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently still having a hard time adjusting. i'm like having a very bad case of home sickness (no wait, it's school-sickness!). i miss dunman like crazy, especially 4B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the games at azimuth'08 are way better, but seriously, i'm kind of sian-ded. having only kenji around as a familiar face and a cliqued (is there such a word?) OG isn't really fun. a teeny weeny bit, just only a teeny bit of me wished i was in tpjc. i miss 08s15 sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe i need to knock some sense into myself. mjc's environment isn't that bad as people say after all. and i should start telling myself that phobos 2 rocks, and quit having thoughts on how much better it would be if i was in miranda or callisto because i like their house tees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd give anything to have something like 08s15 or 4b. like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's only the first day. hopefully in time to come, i'll be waxing lyrical about it instead of grousing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in short, culture shocks suck. and i'm really tired of trying to mingle and socialise, attempting to adapt to new stuff. good thing that PAE has been scrapped. at least j1s next year don't have to adjust to 2 different environments in less than 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll forgive and forget.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-4755512750975087313?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/4755512750975087313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=4755512750975087313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/4755512750975087313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/4755512750975087313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-1-of-orientations-over-and-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-2232590731745244136</id><published>2008-02-23T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T15:31:47.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the sake of appearances, putting on a happy exterior is a must.&lt;br /&gt;that sucks when deep down, you're hurting inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you, that may seem like nothing serious.&lt;br /&gt;to me, it feels a lot worse than taking a stab.&lt;br /&gt;you said its alright to feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;i really beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i respect your life.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not restricting you from saying anything you like, and i never will.&lt;br /&gt;but apparently you didn't think of others' feelings when you made that statement.&lt;br /&gt;that's what that hurts the most.&lt;br /&gt;not what i said yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to have lost my ability to play along in jokes. they just don't seem funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut my lip during band prac, again. even the oboe reed has my blood on it. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-2232590731745244136?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/2232590731745244136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=2232590731745244136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;the rest of it are posted in drafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my worst enemy stares at me in the mirror.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-5652545863279774908?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/5652545863279774908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=5652545863279774908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/5652545863279774908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/5652545863279774908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dont-know-who-im-angry-with-now.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-8336339344727931030</id><published>2008-02-21T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T17:31:57.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dunman band/string/guitar presents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;musical extravanganza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when: 21st march 2008 , 7.30pm&lt;br /&gt;venue: victoria concert hall&lt;br /&gt;tickets: $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please let me know if you're interested in going. FYI 21st march is a public holiday!&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/R2gNIDlkZ9/aus=" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mjc's college anthem rocks. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i won't regret choosing such "gung ho" subject combinations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first choice: H2 physics, chem, math and econs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second choice: H2 physics, chem, math and H1 econs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i decided to try my luck at taking 4 H2 subjects since there isn't much difference between H1 and H2 econs. might as well try 11AU before i regret it. if i can't manage then i'll drop to H1 econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azimuth'08 is a wayyyy better orientation programme. who cares if i can't remember a single dance step for mass dance. LOL. anyway, my house would most probably be atlas. it's back to wearing a bright yellow house tee again, like in primary school. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;i should stop watching my part in the concert dvd. if not i'll keep mulling over that oh-so-obvious mistake made while playing croatian rhapsody. gosh, i don't believe what my teacher said about people being impressed by it can. my rendition is like, far from maksim's. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another paiseh-worthy thing: i realised i performed with my mouth half open. WAH LAU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-8336339344727931030?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/8336339344727931030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=8336339344727931030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/8336339344727931030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/8336339344727931030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/02/dunman-bandstringguitar-presents.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-5382967019720583512</id><published>2008-02-19T09:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T10:13:41.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah screw it. woke up this morning with swollen eyes and an irritating cough. i was shocked when i saw myself in the bathroom mirror. gawd, i looked like a drug addict can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't matter. because i don't think anything can spoil my mood today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/R7o1QvqLBCI/AAAAAAAAADI/234RbgI9Ksk/s1600-h/jae+posting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168502084148593698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/R7o1QvqLBCI/AAAAAAAAADI/234RbgI9Ksk/s320/jae+posting.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had kind of cheated yesterday by attempting to log into mjc's online portal. i did manage to log in but i didn't dare to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i got confirmation online and through sms. AND I'M DAMN HAPPY LAH OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i willingly let everyone whom i complained to about not getting my first choice to whack me. first in line will definitely be shawn since i complained and emo-ed the most to him. (i better zao before "someone comes after me with a chopper".) =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see the chopper glinting in the sunlight. so i will run now. ciao. (ROFL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-5382967019720583512?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/5382967019720583512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=5382967019720583512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/5382967019720583512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/5382967019720583512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/02/ah-screw-it.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/R7o1QvqLBCI/AAAAAAAAADI/234RbgI9Ksk/s72-c/jae+posting.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-3049354718076611121</id><published>2008-02-18T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T16:14:02.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah crap. i keep forgetting to ask around for people who want to attend musical extravaganza. i might just end up performing for 10 minutes to an audience of strangers, again. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;after much consideration on whether to skip school tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'VE DECIDED. i'm not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's high time to catch up on that major backlog of theory homework and hopefully survive reading through that sickeningly thick workbook. tomorrow will be a good day to do that. =) i'm turning into a dork lah hor. i skip school to stay home and do work. =x&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;i barely scraped through chem test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE OMG LAH, HOW COULD I HAVE WRITTEN THE FORMULA OF AMMONIA AS NH4??!!! AND MISSED OUT WRITING MOLE RATIO??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i can start convulsing like kermit in christopher's "heha" emoticon and bang my head on any hard surface like now. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a result, no one believed that i scored A1 when they asked for my chem grades at o levels. kao.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;posting results will be out in less than 24 hours. i'm really wishing upon every star/planet/sun/moon/god/deity/spirit/ancestor that i'll get my first choice. pleeeaaaassseee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-3049354718076611121?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/3049354718076611121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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say singaporeans have a knack for complaining. this post will show that i'm a true singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue ridge saga and swing the mood for alumni performance. no more of pilatus or whatnots due to time constraint. like wth lah, alumni and perc ensemble only gets 10 minutes to perform. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 more days to concert, and there're probably only 3 more practices left. gawd, time seems to be flying real fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;combined concert rehearsal with string, guitar and main band next saturday and i'm alone in my section. siansxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that theory guidebook costs 25 bucks. and it's supposedly a die-die-must-have if i want to pass theory exam. great, that will burn another hole in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mole concept test's on monday and VA test's on tuesday. what a wonderful way to spend the last 2 days of PAE. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons are as usual on tuesday while i heard other jcs have the day off. i've half the heart to skip school on that day sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days and we're getting that magical sms that will decide our fate for JAE. please please please accept me, mjc. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn scared. =(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna fail yesterday's math quiz. someone please kill me for forgetting sec 3 a math. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is so random that you probably won't be able to make any sense from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-5356459025626496038?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/5356459025626496038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=5356459025626496038' title='0 Comments'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy valentine's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my inbox was flooded with v day messages. too many to reply lah! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has got to be the best v day in my life, including that i-don't-know-where-to-put-my-face moment in the auditorium. (sorry, i'm not divulging details!) but i'm really happy leh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrations in jc are so much more cool than in secondary school. almost everyone has a present in hand. but i feel kind of guilty sia. i didn't prepare something for everyone due to a lack of time. oops. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh, i didn't realise that my "angel" scribbled messages in my chem lecture notes until today. so now everyone knows that i don't revise my chem notes. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a word of thanks to the following for their gifts/messages/wishes: shawn, cai ling, ming har, samuel, jing jing, germaine, rachelle, insia, ain, christopher, kenneth, si lin, kai quan, isabella and miss chong. sorry if i missed out anyone!&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;i'll never wear my green nike jacket to lectures again, especially GP! it was after that oratorical competition and the teacher had asked everyone to write down one area of improvement for the various speakers. after randomly picking some people to share what they had written...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher: "i shall pick a female now. someone from the middle row."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pause* *everyone sitting in the middle tries to avoid eye contact, including me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok, the one in the green jacket. you're from dunman high right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she said something about wearing bright colours to be spotted during lectures. sheesh. and for another thing, i'm not from dunman high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't quite dare to wear my jacket during math lecture after that even though the air con was freezing. LOL. when the math lecturer decided to call someone nearby who was wearing a black jacket to answer her question, some classmates turned around and said, "i think you better take off your jacket ah. later she call you to answer her question!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA PLAY ON THAT TOTALLY AWESOME YAMAHA GRAND PIANO AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not when all the relatives are looking at me, like that day. zzz. i'm shy ok! =x&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;i owe comments and i'm owed comments on friendster. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-8907087335914415096?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/8907087335914415096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=8907087335914415096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/8907087335914415096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/8907087335914415096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day-my-inbox-was.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-8045925695087660750</id><published>2008-02-10T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T14:22:31.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cny's pretty boring this year. now that all the visiting has ended, it's time to do those half completed tutorials which i gave up on. boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's pointless for me to turn on any music now because all i can hear are drums and crash cymbals from the lion dance performance just next door. the lion's black and pink leh! so cool!&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;it's 9 days before postings are out. like wth, why can't the postings be like released earlier so that we don't have to spend cny worrying about where we're going on 20th feb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but come think of it again, if i'm going to be posted back there, i'd rather not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN AGAIN. i want to get my butt out of this place pronto. so wouldn't it be better to know the posting results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah screw it, i'm contradicting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;life really sucks when you're left to wonder what's in store. it sucks even more when you really want something but you're afraid to pin any hopes on getting it.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, good luck all. may we all get our first choices for JAE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-8045925695087660750?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/8045925695087660750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=8045925695087660750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/8045925695087660750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/8045925695087660750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/02/cnys-pretty-boring-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-8906763518914080141</id><published>2008-02-09T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T17:18:39.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my latest present this chinese new year: two long and curvy scratches on my right leg, all thanks to my cousin's doggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he loves me so much that he hugged my leg and refused to let go when i tried to walk off after playing with him. LOL. when i tried to shake him off, i got scratched in the process. i regret wearing shorts instead of pants. zzz. even their other canine which is supposed to be their guard dog (or rather guard puppy)  isn't that enthusiastic. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their neighbour's german shepherd is a peeping tom. it was trying to jump over the fence to see what we were doing at the backyard. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;yamaha c3 grand pianos are freaking niceeee lah omg!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the touch, tone and volume is damn nice can! but actually playing on a grand piano is already shiok enough, haha. when i have the moolah i'll definitely buy one!&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to monday. heeheeee.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;i'll never drink irish cream again. it's deliciously creamy, but the alcohol burns the throat terribly and i felt super giddy after just one mouthful. or maybe it's just that my alcohol tolerance is pathetically low. lucky i didn't start spewing some gibberish, lol. (yah what, we see such things on tv all the time!) other people drink it like plain water lah!&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;econs case study presentation is on thursday and i don't have an inkling of what's going on. i only know that kai quan's in the same group as me. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-8906763518914080141?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/8906763518914080141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=8906763518914080141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/8906763518914080141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/8906763518914080141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-latest-present-this-chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-5943043930764018565</id><published>2008-02-07T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T16:59:22.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='v-day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently the older generation have never seen skinnies before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: "eh, why your pants so tight arh?"&lt;br /&gt;mum: "you sure your pants won't split when you walk?" (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about generation gap. like really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro bought a fitting red v-neck tee. no offence bro, but its looks erm, too androgynous? IT'S A FASHION DISASTER OK. like totally. who cares if you're attempting to score brownie points by wearing an auspicious colour, the bottomline is that it's a total disaster!&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i'm feeling cold now even though it's a sunny day. zzz. as in literally, not figuratively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lower lip cracked right in the middle. i can't even smile properly now. like that how to play oboe sia. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;v-day's in exactly a week. yeah, that over-commercialised, overrated, overdone and over anticipated 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wow your significant other with *blah blah* on valentine's day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typical tagline in ads featuring valentine's day gifts. usually bling that costs a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's so shallow. people are that easily impressed huh, by the price of their presents. and there're people who are actually willing to splurge that much just to "wow their significant other".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one thing, you can't judge a person's love by the monetary value of the gifts. simply because love can't be bought with money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for another thing, if a person is won over by the extravagance of the gift, that's not love. that's LOVE FOR MONEHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the third thing, i don't get why a stereotypical perfect v-day date would involve candle lit dinners that cost an arm and whatnots. v-day's for celebrating and appreciating your love what. go for such an expensive dinner together for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i mean expensive dinners, i really mean those that cost a bomb. i saw this couple dinner package that costs $300+. like wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, that's why v-day is a totally unromantic event.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;speculations.&lt;br /&gt;uncertainties.&lt;br /&gt;fear.&lt;br /&gt;pain.&lt;br /&gt;questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess things aren't as simple as they seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had known what was going on, things wouldn't be like this now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-5943043930764018565?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/5943043930764018565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=5943043930764018565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/5943043930764018565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/5943043930764018565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-7378494622652513945</id><published>2008-02-04T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:36:04.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when one is alone, he/she starts to think of things.&lt;br /&gt;thinking of what people say, what he/she has done, everything that has happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know my thoughts are bloody irrational.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a right to be angry, neither do i have a right to be irritated.&lt;br /&gt;people laugh and joke about it, yet i don't see what's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fear's very real.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't think anyone can understand.&lt;br /&gt;as much as i hate to admit it, i have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes, i'm really scared.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afraid of hoping, afraid of not being able to get what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with each passing day, my want of being able to get out of this place mounts.&lt;br /&gt;because the more time i spend there, the more i feel like a fish out of water.&lt;br /&gt;so what if i can get along well with everyone?&lt;br /&gt;there's just this feeling that i'm the odd piece in the jigsaw puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: i should start adding labels to my posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-7378494622652513945?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-914048844257773455</id><published>2008-02-03T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:08:18.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some very random updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the third time using the com today. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up late today, but i'm still feeling super lethargic. the dreary weather isn't helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so cold! brrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are playing tricks on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must get VA notes/theory homework/econs notes done by today! because i must stop myself from slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo-ing is so not me. gahh, must snap out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's high time to watch my eating habits before gastric strikes back, again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we not play sound of brazil for concert? pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it should be pilatus: mountain of the (dead) dragons. if you get what i mean. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-914048844257773455?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/914048844257773455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=914048844257773455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/914048844257773455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/914048844257773455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-very-random-updates-its-third-time.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-1199146530602677101</id><published>2008-02-02T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T18:47:57.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>walking around the school the entire school to find a water cooler that spews clean water is zzz. like really. i ended up walking all the way from the band room to the canteen just to get water. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently searching for pics for chinese PW. haiya, someone has to do the work anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band prac today was way better. more people came! anyway i heard there's a new band teacher who's a clarinetist (i think). which is weird because i've never seen him/her before even though i've been kpo-ing at practices and sectionals on an almost weekly basis. see, this is how much i miss dunman. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that GP oratorical thing reminds me of last year's english lessons when everyone took turns to give an oral presentation. yeah, i totally remember my "speech" because i gave a very politically incorrect view on alternative medicine.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;please read on only if you're very bored. "long" is an understatement in describing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;starting time:&lt;/strong&gt; 6.13pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;name:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaoqian, 晓倩 (please note the chinese version ok.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sister(s):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brother(s):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songyi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shoe size:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere between 4 to 6. it varies. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;height:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;155cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where do you live?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favourite drinks: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, i don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favourite breakfast: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honey stars plus milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been on a plane?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;swam in the ocean?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah. pools are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fallen asleep in class?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sheepish face* need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;broken someone's heart?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er, i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fallen off your chair?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sat by the phone all night, waiting for someone to call?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope. i'm not that 痴情 (yet?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saved emails?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your room like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disorganized. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;right beside you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopaholic novels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the last thing you ate?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum just shoved a pineapple tart in my mouth. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chicken pox?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. it wasn't a nice experience i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sore throat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stitches?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, i'm stitch free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a broken nose?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;believe in love at first sight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. that's infatuation, not love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like picnics?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't tried it yet. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was the last person you danced with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't, i can't, and i won't dance. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was the last person who made you smile?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did you last yell at?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone at band prac. to ask if they wanted to try fate of the gods. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's the best feeling in the world?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to love and be loved. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you sleep with stuffed animals?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! with a winnie the pooh plushie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's under your bed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the floor tiles? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who do you really hate?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's the time now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.33pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is there a person on your mind right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you want children?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you smile often?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you like your handwriting?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what colour shirt are you wearing now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what were you doing at 7pm yesterday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when did you last cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when collecting o level results. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are you a friendly person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depends on who i'm with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you have any pets?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you sleep with the tv on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. it's a waste of electricity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what are you doing now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this thing lah, duh. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are you too forgiving?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe? i forgive, but i don't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ever had a sleepover with the opposite sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.o nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can you handle the truth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depends on what's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how many people can you say you've really loved?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who was the last person you cried in front of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how many people saw me crying that day. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you eat healthy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only when i feel like it. *glances at alton* HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you have pictures of you and your ex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have an ex. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have you ever cried because someone said something to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer to keep quiet about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are you loud or quiet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostly loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are you confident?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that depends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-1199146530602677101?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/1199146530602677101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=1199146530602677101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/1199146530602677101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/1199146530602677101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/02/walking-around-school-entire-school-to.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-6462917402374335270</id><published>2008-01-30T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T18:25:42.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MUST STOP SLACKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like really. it seems that i'm getting too contented with jc life. and the presence of peer pressure doesn't help the situation. i have to revert back to my studying alter ego and push my holiday mood out of sight (or rather, out of feel). LIKE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because if i continue like this for JAE, i'll probably fail promos and repeat j1. which is something i so totally don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at any rate, i want to get my butt out of this place. if not, the slacker essence might just seep in and cling onto me. (i make it sound like some parasite sia. =x)&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;i need to make another trip to popular soon. my file's getting too small for that ginormous amount of papers we're getting. or maybe i should use those super-sized ziploc bags that can fit my bro's army boots, like he suggested. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and. i know this sounds crazy but i need A level math TYS real badly. flunking math isn't exactly on my agenda for mid years. apparently the addiction to TYSes during o levels hasn't worn off yet. =x&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;wah, i still haven't managed to shake off my title of sai kang warrior from secondary school. zzz. after losing 4 out of 6 rounds of "sai kang" tai tee (sp?) during lunch break yesterday, i became the serial sai kang warrior. no one in class can win me at losing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, i'm dying to "upgrade" my position in the next game, if there's any. =)&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;ok, it's back to doing tutorials now. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-6462917402374335270?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/6462917402374335270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=6462917402374335270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/6462917402374335270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/6462917402374335270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-must-stop-slacking.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-2411357385668556999</id><published>2008-01-28T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:31:48.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg i feel like strangling the over-enthusiastic hairdresser who cut my hair. now my hair has become so short! it's damn ugly and unglam can!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i totally sound like a bimbo now. =x&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;for some stupid reason my lower lip can't seem to stop bleeding. it's darn painful can. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;sigh, with so many people applying for jcs (especially mjc), i might just end up staying in tpjc. maybe even nyjc won't want me. getting 11 points for o levels is really insufficient to land a place in better jcs. the best part? i mugged so hard only to do worse than most people in dunman. this is so damn unfair. so much for burning midnight oil to look through notes and doing TYSes, staying late in school for consultation with teachers and hounding them for extra practice papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel like i did all that for nothing. so what if my results were better than expected? at this rate things are going, the chances of getting into a college of my choice is slim. the stress about this now is even worse than preparing for o levels. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, ignore the above lah. i guess everyone has had enough of me ranting about my grades.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;i've a very strong temptation to use offensive and politically incorrect language here, but forget it. some things are better left unmentioned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-2411357385668556999?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/2411357385668556999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=2411357385668556999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/2411357385668556999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/2411357385668556999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/01/omg-i-feel-like-strangling-over.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-2572029033388013792</id><published>2008-01-27T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T16:45:12.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/R5w99iK-BGI/AAAAAAAAADA/tjSTLRUY-Gg/s1600-h/jae.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160067400413873250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/R5w99iK-BGI/AAAAAAAAADA/tjSTLRUY-Gg/s320/jae.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;deciding choices for JAE application is driving me up the wall. like really. i'll cry, whine and curse everything in the world before attempting suicide if i dont get either of my first 2 choices. =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's going to be a long 3 weeks before we get our postings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm hoping that some fairy godmother would appear and change my L1R5 (without bonus) to any number below 10. like pretty please? i don't mind paying $10 more to amend my application with my new results. =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-2572029033388013792?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/2572029033388013792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=2572029033388013792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/2572029033388013792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/2572029033388013792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/01/deciding-choices-for-jae-application-is.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/R5w99iK-BGI/AAAAAAAAADA/tjSTLRUY-Gg/s72-c/jae.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-18725351947454582</id><published>2008-01-25T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T23:11:23.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>collecting o level results are nerve-wracking. this is so darn unfair. that piece of paper collected yesterday will decide our lives. anyway, results were better than i expected, but it wasn't really satisfactory. (ok, i'm contradicting myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 points. i can't believe i mugged so hard only to do worse than the majority in 4b. this feeling is darn horrible ok. it seems like all the effort put in to be above the rest had gone down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had performed better than i thought, but still not as good as compared to others. like mr goh said, the world is really unfair. people who probably studied less got even better results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio really pissed me off. i studied like crazy for it. i worked thrice as hard for bio than any other science subject in hope of getting an A2. but i got a b3. the irony was that i didn't study much for chem but scored a1 for it. maybe i should just concentrate on being happy about getting b3 for humanities, something which i've barely scraped through since sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't submitted my JAE application form. omg, please please please give me a place in mjc. the worry of not being able to get a place there is very real ok. stop giving me false hope by saying "aiya, sure can get in one lah!". i don't want to keep holding on to that belief because it might not come true after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i'm happy about is getting 6 distinctions. but it seems that isn't even enough to earn me a place in better jcs nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last thing: rock on dunman!&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;ah, enough of academic blues. i played pool for the first time in my life! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went swimming on impulse, again. and how nice, i got bullied by a bunch of guys whom i don't even know. this guy swam straight into me when i was halfway through my 12th lap. i bet he did it on purpose because he came from behind me. his hip bone hit the left side of my face as i couldn't avoid him in time. i wouldn't have minded if it was purely an accident. but i heard his friends guffawing behind, so it obviously wasn't an accident. that idiot didn't even apologise. so much for being a gracious society huh. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;i hope that whack didn't kill too many of your brain cells. =x and hopefully nothing goes wrong these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so shocked by the news that i could barely swallow my dinner. not that i'm blaming you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-18725351947454582?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/18725351947454582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=18725351947454582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/18725351947454582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/18725351947454582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/01/collecting-o-level-results-are-nerve.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-4058180072182553894</id><published>2008-01-23T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:22:50.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesh, i'm back. i suddenly had an urge to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow: the most (un)anticipated day. ok, i decided to be a good girl and not skip school tomorrow on the pretext of erm, pre-collection-of-results nerves. see valentin, i'm not influenced by others! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to have horrible thoughts on what would happen if i flunked my o levels. i don't even dare to hope too much. jing jing, i'll accompany you to squat outside the school gate to cry if my results suck! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come think of it, maybe staying in tpjc isn't such a bad idea anymore, provided i'm still in the same CG. i'll miss 08s15! i've lost count of the number of photos taken today, all thanks to that  major cam-whoring session in LT1 after GP quiz. it almost seemed like it was our graduation day sia. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard kenneth's pulling out of jc. don't pangseh 08s15 lehh. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, good luck all! must see the colours flying across your result slip tomorrow ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-4058180072182553894?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/4058180072182553894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=4058180072182553894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/4058180072182553894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/4058180072182553894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesh-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-7513091197254162767</id><published>2008-01-20T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:47:51.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on hiatus till i have the &lt;em&gt;hwee-ling&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;bro's favourite slang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; to blog again. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;P.S: it's because i just don't feel like updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replies to tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hannie: haha i will de, and thank you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elliot: yah, totally! i don't know leh, it seems like playing for jc bands is a stressful affair. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenji: 0.o modes of transport huh. i'll be the car and you be the bus ok? =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-7513091197254162767?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/7513091197254162767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=7513091197254162767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/7513091197254162767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/7513091197254162767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-hiatus-till-i-have-hwee-ling-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-2777725778104972308</id><published>2008-01-18T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T19:14:49.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my replies on the tagboard will probably be too long to fit into one tag each, so i might as well post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenji: because you didn't reply me online, i have to type this here lah huh. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get what you mean, but i think you misunderstood it. things aren't that complicated lah. i never lost trust or faith. it seems like the repeated talk on it had some effect on me. =x i started to wonder if it was true and if i should really "make way for the new" when i finally realised what it meant. but i wasn't doubting shawn, i was doubting myself. it didn't help that i was pissed off about something else at that time but didn't want to say anything or show it. but i guess it isn't anyone's fault but my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i hope this would make things clearer. oh and, thanks. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elliot: stressful sia! everyone there seems to be great players and i feel inferior! =x but in terms of environment, it's not bad lah.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;random stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit it was totally selfish of me to say that. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't added my CG online yet. zzz. oh and i find kai quan's email address totally hilarious for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lau, i don't know how i managed to get sabo-ed into being a reserve for the inter-CG current affairs quiz. i hope i won't need to participate because reading up on current affairs to prepare for the quiz isn't my kind of thing. give me trashy chic lit anytime, yo. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentin's supposed to get everyone in 08s15 something on valentine's day. get the joke? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go swimmingggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siansxz. i have to settle my own dinner tonight. maybe i should starve instead since i don't feel like going out of my house to buy food. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like o level results are released next week. sia lah, i so hope that i can "upgrade", if you get what i mean. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-2777725778104972308?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/2777725778104972308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=2777725778104972308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/2777725778104972308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/2777725778104972308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-replies-on-tagboard-will-probably-be.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-7767423698318235248</id><published>2008-01-17T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T21:42:07.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pissed, irritated, confused, guilty, whatever. the biggest thing going round my mind now is guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally understand why people say that words can cut like a knife. i'm really, really sorry. i don't know how else to put it because no amount of apologies can actually relieve the guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things to rant, yet i don't know where to start. i wish i didn't go at all, then this wouldn't have happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-7767423698318235248?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/7767423698318235248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=7767423698318235248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/7767423698318235248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/7767423698318235248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/01/pissed-irritated-confused-guilty.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-8206719609244925442</id><published>2008-01-15T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T23:07:51.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm lazy to update. zzz. but anyway, i'll still update about the random stuff that happened this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;embarrassing moment #1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to try waffles in school but didn't know which stall sold it. rachelle suddenly pointed out a waffle maker on a counter and so i went to queue at that stall. when i told the stall holder my order, she said i was at the wrong place. the stall selling waffles was the one next to it. GAWD, SO MALU CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;embarrassing moment #2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jing jing and i decided to turn up for band prac since we were both cca-less, so we might as well go try out. because we were afraid that we would disrupt practice by suddenly opening the band room door if they were having combined, we stuck our ears to the door to see if we could hear anything. the result: there wasn't a single sound coming from the band room. was practice off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a j1 band member passing by saw us and we found out there were double doors leading to the band room, so obviously we wouldn't be able to hear them practicing. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BURY MY HEAD IN SAND LIKE AN OSTRICH LE LAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-8206719609244925442?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/8206719609244925442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=8206719609244925442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/8206719609244925442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/8206719609244925442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-lazy-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-150701172206607968</id><published>2008-01-12T16:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T18:09:16.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;still super worried about my CCA, or rather the lack of it. i just visited the announcement page and it seems like the argument's getting nowhere. or like shawn said, it's getting lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;we're trying to drive in the issue of ethics. we were misled by the information given because they weren't stated clearly. it isn't fair for us to be left like this. we didn't ask for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;their main concern is on bringing in skilled members. ethics and principles don't play a part in that at all. for now, both parties are debating about different issues. so i guess the argument should just be dropped because we're on the losing end anyway. let's just get on with life and start looking for other activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;after all, this is only a temporary arrangement. we can all make a fresh start in 5 weeks, and forget this matter which has turned so ugly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;we're no saints or martyrs. it's perfectly understandable if you're still dissatisfied with everything that happened. but sometimes i guess we just have to swallow our feelings and psyche ourselves to forget it because there's no other way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;one last thing: thank you enyi, for speaking up for us, even though it wasn't a success and it wasn't politically correct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;on a more personal note, i can't wait for PAE to end. hopefully i can go somewhere else then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;alumni band prac was er, kind of fruitless. there were so many missing people and there weren't any brass players except pris. so, we played ross roy and pilatus: mountain of the dragons (sounds like pilates) only. or rather i only played pilatus because i had to conduct ross roy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, and i made a big disgrace of myself today. i had set up my stand, sat down and was ready to start on the piece, but then i realised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD NO SCORE. MY STAND WAS EMPTY. *piaks forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how kuku can that get? and i got suaned by lao jeff for that. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, pilatus' oboe solo is quite nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe now i'm freaking out at jc education. pris and charmaine said partial fractions is the easiest topic for math. if i'm having trouble in that, i don't know how i can actually pass my exams. =x&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;collecting edusave award tomorrow. i find it a total waste of time to sit through the entire ceremony but, i guess that's the price to pay (pun intended) to get my reward of having nicer looking figures in my bank account. haiya, someone should just mail the cheques. it's a lot more convenient that way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-150701172206607968?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/150701172206607968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=150701172206607968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/150701172206607968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/150701172206607968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/01/still-super-worried-about-my-cca-or.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-2811815616309456589</id><published>2008-01-11T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T15:57:02.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm still fuming about that cca matter. because of this whole damn thing, i'm left cca-less. they should've made clear the requirements for joining during the sign up so that we wouldn't have wasted our bloody time waiting and waiting for the list to come out. we could've joined other ccas by now and wouldn't be pulling our hair out over what to do. i guess it's difficult to join another cca now because training and practices have already started for most of them. now we're refused a chance to even attend the trial and are left high and dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was totally ashamed to let my CG know that i'm cca-less when we intro-ed ourselves during GP tutorial. luckily there're others who are in the same situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn this whole thing. what a wonderful way to start jc life. zzz. i'd dearly love to go back to secondary school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that cheers me up now is alumni band prac tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-2811815616309456589?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/2811815616309456589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=2811815616309456589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/2811815616309456589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/2811815616309456589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-still-fuming-about-that-cca-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-3727993113081734729</id><published>2008-01-10T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:07:02.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm hitting the roof. (i'm too vertically challenged so i actually haven't hit it yet. =x) shooting rejected my application so now i'm currently cca-less. i don't want to join band lah. the practice hours are putting me off. the people who also signed up for photography at least have a back up cca. so i guess the cca-less people are only me, jing jing and jeck ann, the unlucky people who got rejected from shooting. HOW!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could, i'm so gonna write this to santa's factory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dear santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is long over, but i guess it isn't too late for your elves to prepare me a nice new year present. i would love to get the cca of my choice. it isn't too much to ask for right? i've been a good girl all year, so i believe i deserve that little gift. please grant me this wish ok? kindly send my present through school instead as i don't have a chimney at home. please include your number in the present so that i can send an sms of appreciation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;i can't find my moo-moo pattern A4 sized notebook at popular!!!!! AHHHH!!! anyway, we were at tampines interchange in uniform just now and there were like dunmanites gawking at us. alumni wearing dunman uniform cannot ah? sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my CG (part of it) took up one entire row of seats with a few more behind in the auditorium during physics lecture. cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our week of relaxation ends tomorrow. with tutorials starting next week, i guess there won't be things like 3 hour breaks between lectures anymore. eeyer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-3727993113081734729?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/3727993113081734729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=3727993113081734729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/3727993113081734729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/3727993113081734729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-hitting-roof.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-4858083429756096475</id><published>2008-01-07T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:50:00.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my CG's 08s15. not fair sia, there're only 6 girls! =x the best part is that there isn't anyone from dunman or my OG. i wish my OG was my CG. zeus 36 is like a totally cool group. and for one thing, there were more girls. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math kills. &gt;.&lt; i think i'll do as badly as the start of sec 3, or maybe even worse. because i can't solve a single question in the exercise even though i listened to the entire lecture. maybe i should've taken h1 maths instead, since there isn't much difference in the curriculum between h1 and h2 econs. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of lessons were quite relaxed leh. there were only math and chem lectures. tutorials haven't started so i'll enjoy this week as much as i can. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will bloody choose my own career path, thank you very much. stop trying to persuade me to do some oh-so-prestigious faculties which i have zero interest in. it seems that people don't choose the career which they're interested in anymore. they choose the ones that allows them to earn big money with least effort and time. see, this is how materialistic the world has become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"也许时间是一种解药；&lt;br /&gt;也是我现在服下的毒药。"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or maybe i'm just being an oversensitive bitch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-4858083429756096475?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/4858083429756096475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=4858083429756096475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/4858083429756096475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/4858083429756096475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-cgs-08s15.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-523884008864006597</id><published>2008-01-06T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T16:09:01.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently not in one of my best of moods. i could do with biting off someone's head. nah, kidding. i'm no cannibal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum and bro were arguing about his army salary for like, the umpteenth time. and for some eff-ing reason i got dragged in because they were trying to prove their point. both are probably blaming me now because i kept silent for most of it and just said what i thought. not bad lah huh. when their debate comes to a deadlock, they start blaming a third person. zzz. maybe if i continue keeping quiet they'll leave me alone. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i failed the KI qualifying test. yayness! this doesn't sound politically correct but who cares. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still waiting for that magical phone call from shooting. FASTER CALL ME LEH. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new cough medicine tastes horrible. fine lah, this is the price i have to pay for wanting a non-drowsy medicine. i'll fall asleep during lectures if i continue with the old medication can! =x speaking of lectures, classroom lessons suddenly seem so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the internet connection's being a bitch. it's been like this since yesterday. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know anyone in my CG!!! ahhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;currently listening to band songs. somehow that old feeling of missing band is back again. don't know lah, the songs made me think of SYFs, serenata iv and fiesta moo-zic. plus all the stuff that happened last year... those crazy practices to rush for SYF plus the conductor issue... i don't want to go into the details lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i type this i already feel like crying. =( nostalgia sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet, i don't feel like joining band during PAE. sounds so weird right. i want to try something new but i'm missing the old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this feeling that i'll probably fail A levels if i join band. i'm no super-achiever who can juggle cca plus studies and excel in both. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-523884008864006597?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/523884008864006597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=523884008864006597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/523884008864006597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/523884008864006597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/01/currently-not-in-one-of-my-best-of.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-4854410170667066807</id><published>2008-01-04T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:28:53.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we're probably the first jc in singapore to have ended its orientation. zzz. it was fun ok! i'm in zeus 36! (yeah, the greek thunder god.) i totally love zeus. we're that miraculous family that managed to double our total points from 80 to 200 just in one cheering competition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H2 math kills. &gt;.&lt; it'll be a miracle if i can actually pass the first test. and damn it, i shouldn't have gone for the KI entry test. now i'm hoping that i didn't pass so that i can take GP. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enyi: "feel the dunman spirit, join shooting!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! sorry to disappoint you elliot, but i signed up for shooting during the cca exhibition along with 7 other dunman people. if we're all accepted, we'll probably fill up all the lanes in the rifle range. the standing position for pistol shooting looks cool leh. lol! jing jing and i put our names down in band too just in case. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visited dunman again today to erm, eat lunch at the canteen. =x since we had 2 hours to kill, we visited the teachers and there's good news! concert's on 21 march which is good friday, so i guess more people would be able to attend and more people can perform for alumni. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently listening to la quintessenza. i miss tjcsb cansxz. i want to go back in time so that i can perform in fiesta moo-zic again! hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-4854410170667066807?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/4854410170667066807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=4854410170667066807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/4854410170667066807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/4854410170667066807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2008/01/were-probably-first-jc-in-singapore-to.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-2664139305471387007</id><published>2008-01-02T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:58:27.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, jc orientation wasn't that bad. just that secondary school students were giving me weird looks on the way to school. all because i was wearing half uniform. zzz. overall it was quite fun though, thanks to nice group members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone called my mum and said that i didn't report to school for orientation. what the hell, my attendance wasn't taken lah, but i did go to school ok! anyway, my mum blasted that person for it. zai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econs exam paper format sounds like ss paper. how nice. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently going crazy on whether i should put h2 computing or bio in my second choice of subject combination. i can't decide lah! and i can't decide my cca. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent my last day of freedom er, scaring myself. watched alien vs predator 2 with cai ling, ke hua, cindy, amelin, samuel, hong zuo and xiao ting, alwina and puay suan. it's scary can! (elliot, you better don't watch!) gawd, we paid $9.50 just to watch aliens fighting a la power rangers and scaring ourselves silly at a pregnant woman's tummy bursting open to reveal baby aliens after the stupid creature forcibly kissed (do you call it a kiss?) her. it's revolting ok. don't watch it with a full stomach. we headed to pasir ris park after that but it rained. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do wonder if contact will be lost among secondary school friends. drifting apart is a sure thing because maintaining contact isn't that easy after all. ah, enough of that. rahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-2664139305471387007?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/2664139305471387007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had intended to blog about the whole of 2007 but didn't. i guess sometimes it's better not to rake up the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-2'03 bbq was a blast! never mind we started late because of the rain. the turn out was a lot better than the bbq 2 years back. 6-2 was the most happening graduating class in 2003 ok! we were reminiscing about the past, laughing ourselves silly at the things like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the guys jokingly told kent they were going to watch porn after school and he took it for real.&lt;br /&gt;how 6-2 was banned from using the lifts because we made too much noise once the lift doors closed.&lt;br /&gt;how joseph used to abuse kent. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;how the guys used to pull hairbands off girls' hair. especially ralph and eddie! =x&lt;br /&gt;the games the guys played with staplers until our form teacher confiscated them.&lt;br /&gt;how the super @#$% teacher used to love finding trouble with eddie.&lt;br /&gt;the "scandals" in class. torrid affairs huh. =x&lt;br /&gt;jiayi's broken glass trophy, and kwan zheng made a paper one as a replacement.&lt;br /&gt;how eddie used to terrorise the girls (plus joseph) in class. he became the butt of most of our jokes instead yesterday. payback time mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lots and lots of other lame things. we occupied the back half of bus 403 and laughed and talked like there wasn't anyone else on board, lol. the other people must have been thinking that we were a bunch of uneducated &lt;em&gt;lianxz&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;bengxz&lt;/em&gt;. a class of 41, with 31 guys and 10 girls (grossly disproportionate numbers), but a memorable class. reminds me of 4b in some way, haha.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;my new love: breathless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/qXTqzi1P1T/aus=" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breathless - Shayne Ward&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our love was a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;I would charge in and rescue you&lt;br /&gt;On a yacht baby we would sail&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we’d say I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we had babies they would look like you&lt;br /&gt;It’d be so beautiful if that came true&lt;br /&gt;You don’t even know how very special you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;You’re everything good in my life&lt;br /&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;I still can’t believe that you’re mine&lt;br /&gt;You just walked out of one of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful you’re leaving me&lt;br /&gt;Breathless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if our love was a story book&lt;br /&gt;We would meet on the very first page&lt;br /&gt;The last chapter would be about&lt;br /&gt;How I’m thankful for the life we’ve made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we had babies they would have your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I would fall deeper watching you give life&lt;br /&gt;You don’t even know how very special you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;You’re everything good in my life&lt;br /&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;I still can’t believe that you’re mine&lt;br /&gt;You just walked out of one of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful you’re leaving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have been sent from heaven to earth to change me&lt;br /&gt;You’re like an angel&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I feel is stronger than love believe me&lt;br /&gt;You’re something special&lt;br /&gt;I only hope that I’ll one day deserve what you’ve given me&lt;br /&gt;But all I can do is try&lt;br /&gt;Every day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;You’re everything good in my life&lt;br /&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;I still can’t believe that you’re mine&lt;br /&gt;You just walked out of one of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful you’re leaving me&lt;br /&gt;Breathless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;You’re everything good in my life&lt;br /&gt;You leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;I still can’t believe that you’re mine&lt;br /&gt;You just walked out of one of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful you’re leaving me&lt;br /&gt;Breathless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-1711983106263297882?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/1711983106263297882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=1711983106263297882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/1711983106263297882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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being swamped in work, studying and books. it beats squandering away time, staring at the computer screen, reading trashy novels and wondering what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's less than 48 hours to 2008. i don't know how i'll be spending the last hours of 2007 tomorrow. maybe i'll just hole up at home and read trashy novels for the whole day. ok, that really made me sound like a social retard. maybe i'm turning into one. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't sleep last night and finally dozed off at around 3 plus am. now i'm damn tired lah. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music keeps me sane. maybe i should just go back to those days of crazy playing of random pieces on the piano non stop for hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-3724375148777198130?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-137533824817834235</id><published>2007-12-27T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T18:54:28.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[edited]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only half the day has passed and i'm already wishing that it's over. it started off badly enough when i woke up late this morning with a swollen right eyelid. (no, i didn't see something censored ok!) now my right eye still looks smaller than my left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a really weird dream last night about band. zzz. i don't remember much except that everyone was crying buckets. see, the dream was this weird. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had intended to go swimming today but with the @#$%^ weather, it seems like i can't. ok then, i shall go window shopping with my mum instead. i need to keep myself occupied before i go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to return the oboe and unintentionally interrupted combined practice. i think she wasn't too happy about it. sorry. =( there's alumni performance for the concert. but it's on a weekday leh. the infuriating part is that i don't know if i can make it on that day, so it means i can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly fell down while on the way home, all thanks to my slippers. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that bulletin on "what a boyfriend should do" is seriously overrated. it gives an overly rose-tinted perception of relationships. anyway, i don't believe in it anymore. those who actually expect their guys to do everything that's stated should get a reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is not a really happy one, but who cares. i don't see the point of blogging about happy stuff when deep down, you're not that happy actually. maybe i'm facing a mid life crisis huh. at an age of 16. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my worst enemy stares at me in the mirror." how true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-137533824817834235?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/137533824817834235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw it.&lt;br /&gt;i admit i've been acting too.&lt;br /&gt;acting that i'm happy and everything's fine when deep down, i know i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;there're just too many questions.&lt;br /&gt;yet i can't bring myself to clarify them because they'll just hurt.&lt;br /&gt;everything's in a turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how much it hurts to see you bottling up everything and putting on a brave front?&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;don't do this to yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-1545410549697628201?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/1545410549697628201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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and foremost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;merry christmas everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intended to blog yesterday but i gave up after the @#$%^ internet refused to connect for the umpteenth time. but when my bro tried to connect after he logged on his user account, he got online. NOT FAIRRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday's performance was bad lah. reflections was ok, but croatian rhapsody was a disaster. tian ah, i don't even dare to count how many wrong notes i played. maybe i shouldn't have chosen such a fast song to perform. zzz. i was shocked there were actually people cheering when i stood up from the piano. the thing is, i don't know anyone in the audience. ok lah, it's either the audience is trying to comfort me or they really didn't hear the mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret buying an $18 ticket to watch the concert. i only got my seat until the intermission where i had to leave to prepare for my turn. after my turn was over, i sat at the staircase with the other performers to watch the rest of the concert. like that might as well don't buy ticket right? zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently my relatives love suaning me for the fact that i can't utter or comprehend a single word of hokkien, maybe except for the vulgarities. =x eh, i won't learn hokkien by consuming pig's ears or duck's asses ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting in about one week. so it's back to being rushed about all day. well, now i'm wondering if i should've tried appealing to tjc. but there're like so few people i know there... but then again, as jon (tjc) said, having our old friends in a new school prevents us from making new friends. aiya, forget it, i can't even appeal now. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more reflective note... (it's all random things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe promises are really meant to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm being overly sensitive/overbearing, yet i just can't shake it off.&lt;br /&gt;am i supposed to be worried?&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it's better to keep one's mouth shut and bear with it. at least others won't get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;i think that dates should be kept separate with group outings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-960502591907951617?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/960502591907951617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=960502591907951617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/960502591907951617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/960502591907951617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-and-foremost.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-4283740269951191486</id><published>2007-12-22T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T23:01:06.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i deleted the last post. it's too crappy to be even considered a post to me. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down with flu and got caught in the rain just now. and concert's in like less than 24 hours. how great can this get. rahh. one nostril has been like blocked for the whole day. maybe i should just get plumbing services. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/R20ePopapUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LFH0CvECZuQ/s1600-h/DSC00252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146803203112346946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/R20ePopapUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LFH0CvECZuQ/s320/DSC00252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hours of hard work put in to decorate cookies! but eat them at your own risk because the amount of icing i slathered on the cookies is lethal. =x i didn't put a single crumb of it in my mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i admit i was a bitch yesterday. i'm really sorry. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned up at my aunt's house in t shirt and fbt shorts and she rendered my outfit "revealing" because of my shorts. but a few hours later, my cousin came in a tube top. get the link? sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuing with part 3 of the story erm, soon. because i'm having writer's block now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-4283740269951191486?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/4283740269951191486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=4283740269951191486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/4283740269951191486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/4283740269951191486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-deleted-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/R20ePopapUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LFH0CvECZuQ/s72-c/DSC00252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-1335529165872883198</id><published>2007-12-21T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T14:21:11.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>introducing the new age ghost with not-so-straight hair and red eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah, so much for waking up early. i couldn't sleep for a long time, woke up at 6.15am and couldn't get back to sleep. when i finally dozed off and woke up again, it was 11am. zzz. i was shocked when i saw myself in the mirror. my eyes were bloodshot and puffy, like i had been crying. er, but i wasn't lah. wah, can scare people already! MUAHAHAHA! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm like dog tired after not sleeping properly. zzz. i don't know what's wrong with me lah, just kept thinking because i couldn't sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially i wanted to rant here, but forget it. sometimes keeping things to oneself is a better option. it's not like the whole world wants to read about my problems anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would gladly love to go back to the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-1335529165872883198?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/1335529165872883198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=1335529165872883198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/1335529165872883198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/1335529165872883198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/12/introducing-new-age-ghost-with-not-so.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-222611854176943082</id><published>2007-12-20T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T23:19:54.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, this is so damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there're sec 1s who think i was the DM. LOL. i was SC lah, and besides i've stepped down already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd, another performance in 3 days and maybe a third one in april next year. i think i'm having concert fatigue already. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously regret asking around for people to attend this sunday's concert. i'd rather be performing to a concert hall of strangers instead. i hate having to make repeated requests for confirmation lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm praying that bro would agree to an impromptu performance on sunday. after all my piano teacher said it would be ok. please please please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, it really seems that i'll be performing to a concert hall of strangers. i seriously hate this feeling, especially when the place is like filled with the families and friends of other performers. "hate" is a strong word, but i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough of such stuff. self pity is so not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum brought back some chocolate log cake today. the chocolate is like, super rich and bitter. AHH, SO NICE CAN! yeah, but also super sinful. i feel so fat lah, after taking a few bites. i don't even dare to take the whole slice ok! (i sound like a bimbo. yeah, without the boobs. =x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die, i'm coughing. must be thanks to that uber sinful cake. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm talking to a stranger now. it's not because of that. it's just something which i can't describe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-222611854176943082?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/222611854176943082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=222611854176943082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/222611854176943082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/222611854176943082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/12/ok-this-is-so-damn-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-4146813986263110462</id><published>2007-12-20T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T15:23:39.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss tjcsb loads. yeah, like really loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having nothing to do during the holidays is a really bad thing. because it means sleeping at some ungodly hour and waking up at an equally obscene hour. now i'm wondering if i can actually sleep early and wake up on time when school starts. and besides, i think it's turning me into a social retard. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ballet pumps are love. so is sony ericsson w910i in havana bronze. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, continuation to the story...&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;part 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the loud beeping of the alarm clock jolted her from her fitful sleep. it was 6.15am. her head ached as she got out of bed. ignoring the throbbing pain, she washed up and searched the wardrobe for her school uniform. it was nowhere to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cursing silently under her breath, she hurried to the kitchen. her uniform was still lying on the ironing board under a heap of clothes. mum had not bothered to do the laundry again. a funny sensation crept up her insides as she thought of how her mum used to be up before her, always as fresh as a daisy and preparing breakfast. now she always slept in late, and would call fast food delivery for lunch. she hardly went out anymore and never took pains to look presentable. she would simply throw on any garment that was within reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.45am. she was running late. there was no time to iron her uniform or grab a bite. hurriedly, she smoothed the creases on her uniform the best she could and grabbed her bag. her stomach churned with hunger as she thought of breakfast. ignoring it, she set off for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the public bus rolled to a stop outside the school gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i haven't done the essay. teacher would call mum to inform her and i'll so get into trouble for that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she remained in her seat as other students alighted from the bus. she watched from the window as the students walked briskly into the school gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i shall take a break from school today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doors of the bus closed and it moved off from the bus stop. she alighted five stops later, outside a shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-4146813986263110462?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/4146813986263110462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=4146813986263110462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/4146813986263110462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/4146813986263110462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-miss-tjcsb-loads.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-202635045004407410</id><published>2007-12-18T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:36:37.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;blogging seems to be a daily thing for me now since i'm like so bored. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people change drastically huh. i saw a primary school friend on the bus, and we hadn't met for 4 years. i doubt he recognised me though. to my shock, he was smoking and he had a gargangtuan stud in his left ear. omg, to think that he was the guai kia in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of sheer boredom, maybe i should start a story. eh, it's purely fictional lah. i had started on it for nanowrimo last year but didn't finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and it's not a sappy love story. i've had quite enough of such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;part 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"1st july 2006, 12.45am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh right, this is the first time i'm actually starting on a diary, and at an unearthly hour too. seems like i don't have much of a choice. the slut really riled me up today, and i have no one to confide in, no one to vent my anger on. so i'm sorry, diary, you have to take in all my frustrations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dad and mum fought again today, and it was really terrible. they were throwing things around, screaming profanities at each other. the whole house looks like a cyclone just hit it. oh well, it always happens anyway. i just have to hide in my room and it'll all be over. but i wish i heard nothing about what they were arguing about. they were screaming about custody, whatever that means. both of them don't want me. mum wants to start life anew without me being her burden after the divorce proceedings have been finalised, and dad doesn't want me to move in with him because the slut doesn't like it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so in other words, i can already call myself an orphan. a kid which no one wants. who cares anyway. maybe i can get more freedom. i wouldn't be bound by all those rules set by parents.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but here's the bad part. we've got an essay for homework today, and we're supposed to write about our families and what we love about them. the problem? i've nothing good to describe my family with and i hate it. i wish i could write 'i hate my family. my parents fight all the time because a slut came into the picture and took my dad away.' "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she bit the top of her already badly-chewed pen. her stomach was growling, having skipped dinner just now. with a heavy sigh, she stood up and shuffled to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opening the refrigerator door, she took out some leftover salad and ate hungrily. suddenly, guilt struck her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll get fat if i eat like this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putting the salad back into the fridge, she headed to the toilet. squatting at the toilet bowl, she stuck two fingers down her throat. she felt her stomach contract, and watched the food go up in reverse order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she brushed her teeth as hard as she could, trying to remove the taste of vomit. when she was done, she went back to bed and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the feeling of hunger gnawing at her stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[edit]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;typing in twitxxz language is troublesome, after trying it. lolXxzZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/R2faRopapTI/AAAAAAAAACw/uq9Y8k6ntAU/s1600-h/twitxxz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145321095797843250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/R2faRopapTI/AAAAAAAAACw/uq9Y8k6ntAU/s320/twitxxz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as open minded as i am, i can't accept the fact that there're people who distort english language. zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-202635045004407410?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/202635045004407410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=202635045004407410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/202635045004407410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/202635045004407410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/12/blogging-seems-to-be-daily-thing-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/R2faRopapTI/AAAAAAAAACw/uq9Y8k6ntAU/s72-c/twitxxz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-3974575927107906298</id><published>2007-12-17T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T19:14:47.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been blog-hopping and there're mixed reviews about the concert. but overall, i guess it's still passable lah, maybe except for jupiter. anyway the first half was terrible for me. i don't usually get stage fright but i was literally shivering on stage even though the glaring spotlights made the stage so warm. kuku canXxZz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frank sinatra hits medley really rocked the auditorium. yayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't manage to get my hands on the milk carton shaped concert booklet. i want leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nonetheless, a big thank you to dunman band, including the alumni who came to support us and especially wei kwang who made the concert a band outing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dresses are no-go on sunday even if it kills me. i might as well have been born a guy since i don't like wearing dresses, i find make up too much of a hassle and i have zero interest in diamonds/jewellery. (yah, they said diamonds are a girl's best friend what.) but what's the point of wearing so much bling bling only to become a more obvious target to robbers? and besides, having to put on and remove your bling before and after going out is time-consuming, especially earrings or studs. which explains why i only have around 4 pairs of earrings, including the studs which i wear to school. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather's so dreary these days. i want to go swimming one lehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting in like, 2 weeks. so fast can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-3974575927107906298?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/3974575927107906298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=3974575927107906298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/3974575927107906298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/3974575927107906298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-been-blog-hopping-and-therere-mixed.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-4713707236093183607</id><published>2007-12-16T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T23:52:09.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>concert was well, ok lah. screwed up my solo in la quintessenza. =( juniors said it was good, but i think "good" is like more of an overstatement? anyway, there were no lime green ties! so double reeds became green day wannabes complete with red skinny ties instead, sans eyeliner and spiked hair. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe concert's over. 3 weeks of crazy practice have just gone past in a flash. ah well, i don't regret taking up the offer to guest play. luckily i changed my mind after i turned down the offer! it was good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahahaha, double surprise this year with both edusave award and eagles award. (seems like doing sai kang pays off, hurhur.) i thought i was already out of edusave award, given my results. thanks a lot, MOE. =) you can't suan me now, wilson. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw luo zhi xiang on tv just now and realised frederick bears some resemblance to him, especially the hair lah. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die lah, i'm double booked for xmas eve. am i supposed to cut myself in 2 and go out with both cliques? =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to pasir ris park today, sat at the rocks to chat. i didn't get thrown into water! we had intended to see the sunset, only to realise that our backs were facing the sun and the clouds were covering it before it set. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-4713707236093183607?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/4713707236093183607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=4713707236093183607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/4713707236093183607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/4713707236093183607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/12/concert-was-well-ok-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-6495576542190354731</id><published>2007-12-14T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T23:15:55.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pardon me for the previous post. but in case you're wondering, i haven't simmered down yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiesta moo-zic's TOMORROW! so fast can! it didn't seem too long ago when i first stepped into TJC for my first sectionals. on the other hand, maybe it wasn't very long ago. it was only 3 weeks ago. LOL. i hope nothing goes wrong tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a free finger piercing. yeah, the wire on the reed speared the skin on my thumb just now. PAIN CAN. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the codes in that new blogskin are difficult to edit. so confusing can! rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't need your pity. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to seventh night of july brings back memories of a crazy one year back when everyone was chionging for serenata 4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-6495576542190354731?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/6495576542190354731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=6495576542190354731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/6495576542190354731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/6495576542190354731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/12/pardon-me-for-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-4835839917617167168</id><published>2007-12-14T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T17:00:44.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>super super pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know you personally lah. on what grounds do you have to criticise my playing? everyone has their own interpretation of a song, and their own style of music. it's not that i can't take criticism. i'm just pissed that you scoffed at every single little thing during the rehearsal. seems like your ego is too big for you huh, acting like you're a professional pianist when you don't even have a piece of paper called the grade 8 cert and criticising everyone's performance except your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, i admit that i made technical mistakes during the rehearsal, but you don't bloody have a right to complain about my playing and even offer to teach me the "correct" techniques. hurhur, i won't hand you the score of croatian rhapsody even if it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i sound like a bitch, but i'm hoping that you'll screw up next sunday during your oh-so-great performance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-2552624206012940570</id><published>2007-12-13T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:07:21.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seems like history is repeating itself. many people placed ngee ann as their first choice of secondary school after PSLE, but got dunman instead. now, many people placed MJC as their first choice for PAE, but got TPJC instead. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously think i was born to do sai kang. enough said. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come think of it, i seriously don't know what to do when fiesta moo-zic's over. life will be back to waking up late, lazing the day away and sleeping late. rahh, i need to do something before i die of boredom then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sectionals tomorrow. please don't let my reed die just one day before concert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-2552624206012940570?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/2552624206012940570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=2552624206012940570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/2552624206012940570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/2552624206012940570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/12/seems-like-history-is-repeating-itself.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-586079482922394155</id><published>2007-12-10T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T00:09:00.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this will be a very short and random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helped out at my auntie's place and got a measly $15 for working 5 hours. talk about cheap labour. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently working on a new blogskin. simplicity's the keyword this time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's sectionals at 8.30 am, rehearsal from 10 to 6 plus piano lesson at night on thursday. zai right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i saw ke jian in a cab at simei. can't be sure if it was him, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hais...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe i should just stop asking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it's not like i have a right to feel this way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;others have no obligation anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-586079482922394155?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/586079482922394155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=586079482922394155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/586079482922394155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/586079482922394155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-will-be-very-short-and-random-post.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-649860827913024285</id><published>2007-12-09T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:20:06.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back to post for the second time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still kind of &lt;em&gt;gong gong&lt;/em&gt; after sleeping for almost 2 hours just now. maybe i need to sleep some more. zzz. dozing off for less than 4 hours for the past 2 nights is like oh-so-wonderful. not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my woodcraft thingy broke! there goes my 5 hours of constructing and painting it. ahhh, like that how to give people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. i'm feeling super guilty now because i haven't touched the piano for 3 days. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die lah, the melodies of jupiter, symphonic dances and resplendent glory are like repeating themselves in my brain. this must be the effect of practicing 7 hours a day for 2 consecutive days. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my third toenail cracked! i accidentally banged my foot against the chair leg. ouch!!!! hope the nail doesn't fall off or what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-649860827913024285?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/649860827913024285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=649860827913024285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/649860827913024285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/649860827913024285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-back-to-post-for-second-time-today.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-391188892860949269</id><published>2007-12-09T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T16:22:14.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>may all the powers of almighty be with me so that i won't screw up on saturday, especially that solo in la quintessenza. puh-leeeaassee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and something random. symphonic dances is a sexy song. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;american pie: band camp is one movie which i won't forget for all the wrong reasons. especially when the guy's privates got stuck in the bell of an english horn. wah lau eh, why must it be an english horn of all things? =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met kevin at tjc on saturday when he came for alumni practice. the first thing he said to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello, i keep forgetting your name! i know you're songyi's sister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sleep deprived. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-391188892860949269?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/391188892860949269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=391188892860949269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/391188892860949269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/391188892860949269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/12/may-all-powers-of-almighty-be-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-877161892675488491</id><published>2007-12-03T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T16:42:31.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday's rehearsal was well, not bad. i kind of screwed up croatian rhapsody during the first full run. my hands were too cold and my foot kept sliding off the pedal. wrong footwear huh. -.- i regretted wearing slippers instead of shoes. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with cw and li ting after that at bugis. i must've been cast away from civilization for too long lah. bugis junction now seems so foreign to me. i didn't even know that it went through a makeover. =x anyway, all of us bought some woodcraft thing at popular. it's something about building structures from wood pieces. hahaha, it's been a long time since i've done such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to dunman tomorrow to visit juniors and return my uniform (oops, it's long overdue, hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go swimmingggggg. but there's like not enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahh. some stupid file spammed all my contacts on MSN. i'm really sorry if you received that dumb message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hell with that person who created this crap. rahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-877161892675488491?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/877161892675488491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=877161892675488491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/877161892675488491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/877161892675488491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/12/yesterdays-rehearsal-was-well-not-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-5712805182156551576</id><published>2007-12-01T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T18:42:57.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first thing, let me do some advertising here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fiesta groove&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by temasek junior college symphonic band&lt;br /&gt;15 december, 7pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TJC auditorium&lt;br /&gt;(i need to confirm the ticket price)&lt;br /&gt;repertoire: noah's ark, resplendent glory, jupiter: bringer of jollity, frank sinatra hits medley, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a very bad case of writer's block. i can stare at the computer screen for eons and still don't know what to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling out of sorts these days. i don't know what's wrong with me lah. i'm starting to think i'm some pathetic over achiever who bites off more than i can chew. in short, &lt;em&gt;geh kiang&lt;/em&gt; (sp?). hurhur, maybe it's kind of late to realise it only now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough of such emo crap now. the previous posts made me seem oh-so-pathetic. i can't even stand what i typed in the last updates. sounded so self-piteous. *shudders* rahh, this has to be the last time i'm putting such things online for the whole world to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent majority of the day doing sai kang, as in housework. =x luckily i don't have to help iron my bro's army uniforms or i'll probably drop dead. lol. bro's going to australia for training next year. lucky guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something random: i feel like getting another pair of FBT shorts. i like leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some sustenance. my stomach's screaming for it. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-5712805182156551576?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/5712805182156551576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=5712805182156551576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/5712805182156551576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/5712805182156551576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-thing-let-me-do-some-advertising.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-9070550381708122458</id><published>2007-11-30T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:50:49.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jenny [the click five] is a nice song. ok, that was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super super sian. random thoughts again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. darn the ticket matter for a christmas to remember concert. i wonder if i should've asked around in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;2. noah's ark has become the simplest piece compared to the other pieces for fiesta groove. tian ah.&lt;br /&gt;3. i'm an utter disgrace. can't even play solos properly. HELP!!&lt;br /&gt;4. i can't play an open hole oboe properly even to save my life. &lt;em&gt;rahh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i seem to have lost my ability to hold long notes.&lt;br /&gt;6. karilynn and i became mozzie food during sectionals. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;7. warning: don't drink too much liquid before going for band practice.&lt;br /&gt;8. gosh, rehearsal's only 2 days away.&lt;br /&gt;9. yes, i do miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may the force of whichever god/deity be with me so that i can play properly for concert. pretty pleeeaassseee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-9070550381708122458?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/9070550381708122458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=9070550381708122458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/9070550381708122458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/9070550381708122458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/11/jenny-click-five-is-nice-song.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-2287351596052206208</id><published>2007-11-29T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T15:50:29.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/R05hF1OHohI/AAAAAAAAACo/l1Cbq5UZxnY/s1600-h/msn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138150977689854482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/R05hF1OHohI/AAAAAAAAACo/l1Cbq5UZxnY/s320/msn.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when spamming takes on a whole new meaning. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know the dialling tone of my handphone was music instead of the usual ringing sound until today and i have totally no idea how to change it back. the song's sexay but so not right. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah, i'm so bored and i've nothing to blog about. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-2287351596052206208?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/2287351596052206208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=2287351596052206208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/2287351596052206208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/2287351596052206208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-spamming-takes-on-whole-new.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/R05hF1OHohI/AAAAAAAAACo/l1Cbq5UZxnY/s72-c/msn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-7931688438115141500</id><published>2007-11-28T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T13:16:52.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently very, very bored. i didn't go for band prac because karilynn didn't go. i sound like some slacker right, senior not going for practice, i also don't want to go. but for one thing, it'll be pointless because i know nothing about the pieces and there's no one to help me during combined or sectionals if i go, and for another thing i don't know anyone else in that band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noah's ark is scaring me. i got 1st oboe part leh, and there're like countless running notes. 2nd oboe part is just as bad because there's a cor anglais solo which i can't play. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something random: i like the name "cor anglais". maybe because it sounds foreign, haha. the downside is that most people go "huh?" when you mention the instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly felt like playing overture jubiloso when i found this recording on imeem. ok, that was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/CymS5NRK2R/aus=" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this version is performed by dunman band! i think it was recorded during SYF. the quality of the recording isn't really top notch though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still searching fruitlessly for piano scores on 蒲公英的约定. i mean the score without the violin or vocal accompaniement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i saw this website offering piano scores in zip files, and there was a note at the bottom that said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"remember to unzip before you open the files!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read this a few more times and you'll realise it sounds wrong. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;junior isn't replying my SMS. damn, i don't want to make a wasted trip to school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-7931688438115141500?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/7931688438115141500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=7931688438115141500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/7931688438115141500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/7931688438115141500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/11/currently-very-very-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-2046778353988419203</id><published>2007-11-26T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T18:17:54.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>unwillingly woke up early to go to TJC for sectionals today. i'm the only guest player from dunman. hopefully i can drag a few more in. zzz. anyway, i finally got a chance to play cor anglais! yayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sectionals was well, ok. surprisingly i still can remember how to play. but i can't get my old sound back lah. now my playing sounds like "some crying chicken". =x combined prac is every wednesday and friday for the whole day, plus TJC band camp next week, so i guess i won't have much time to rot at home now. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want an oboe from dunman. real bad. because i can't get used to tj's oboes. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys tried to fool me by impersonating shawn when i tried to talk to him online. -.- ya lah, i know you all miss me. but do a better job at acting leh, so that i won't see through it. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-2046778353988419203?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/2046778353988419203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=2046778353988419203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/2046778353988419203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/2046778353988419203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/11/unwillingly-woke-up-early-to-go-to-tjc.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-3208546884220571228</id><published>2007-11-25T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T18:21:01.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry for the last post. i wasn't exactly trying to impersonate tigger on prozac yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to TJC tomorrow to take a look at the concert scores and hopefully try their oboes there. karilynn managed to persuade me to change my mind about not performing for the concert. i bet i sound so fickle right. zzz. well, at least it gives me something to do and one more reason to get out of my house. staying home with nothing to do other than practicing piano, reading and going online is turning me into a social retard. sometimes i'd rather trade such holidays for regular lessons in school. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of regular lessons, i'm starting to miss school. [gosh, i can't believe i'm typing this. =x] i miss band practices, night studies, day lessons, consultations and whatevernots. i don't think there's any other class quite like 4B and no other school like dunman. i bet there's no other class that has guys who play soccer using a toy snake and rugby using cushions, and no other school that has a principal who personally teaches english. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i hope i can play through noah's ark without getting lost somewhere in the piece when band prac starts. on the other hand, i think it's highly impossible. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed my blog song to something more sombre. it seems that there're lots of bloggers with 蒲公英的约定 as their blog song. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current read: jane eyre. it's a nice classic! i gave up on pride and prejudice after going through about a quarter of the book. it seems that the filthy rich in the past have nothing better to do other than hold high class tea sessions and indulge in high crass gossip. and the matriachs of the household seem to love pairing up their pretty daughters with refined, aristocratic and nonetheless loaded guys. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some mozzie at the computer table seems to love my legs a lot. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-3208546884220571228?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/3208546884220571228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=3208546884220571228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/3208546884220571228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/3208546884220571228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/11/sorry-for-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-5350085374327038181</id><published>2007-11-24T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T23:24:23.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't read on if you're in a bad mood too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random grouses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the big smiley face i drew on my hand is smudged and i can't wash it off.&lt;br /&gt;-i turned down the offer to perform as a guest player for TJC's band concert and i'm still wondering if i made the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;-i'm wondering if i would disgrace myself on 23rd december by screwing up my first public performance on piano.&lt;br /&gt;-theory seems so foreign to me now, having dropped it for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;-i wish she wouldn't ask why none of my family will be watching the concert.&lt;br /&gt;-and the last thing, i'm still pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being used as a punching bag. don't make it sound like everything's my bloody fault just because you're in a bad mood. so much for closing one eye over trivial stuff. i have feelings too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so fed up lah. SO DAMN FED UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"home is where the heart is." i don't believe in such crap anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-5350085374327038181?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/5350085374327038181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=5350085374327038181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/5350085374327038181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/5350085374327038181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/11/dont-read-on-if-youre-in-bad-mood-too.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-6034593567755584508</id><published>2007-11-22T13:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T13:52:10.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the reeeaaallllyyy bored. i'm a living example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What were you doing at 8:00 this morning?&lt;br /&gt;getting my beauty sleep. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;using the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 . How are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;for me to know, for you to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What color is your hairbrush?&lt;br /&gt;blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;ear studs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you think you're attractive?&lt;br /&gt;-.- i think i'm normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Where do you keep your money?&lt;br /&gt;wallet, piggy bank, bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 . What is the weather like today?&lt;br /&gt;it's a sunny yellow banana day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favourite energy drink?&lt;br /&gt;h2o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who are you talking to?&lt;br /&gt;no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 . Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Are your parents married?&lt;br /&gt;duh. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you want to cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 . Are you over the age of 25?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 . Do you talk a lot?&lt;br /&gt;depends on who i talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 . Do you know anyone named Daisy?&lt;br /&gt;is that cartoon character from disney counted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 . Do you listen to the radio?&lt;br /&gt;rarely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Last thing you ate/drank?&lt;br /&gt;water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favourite animal?&lt;br /&gt;hamsters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Name someone whose name starts with the letter "S"?&lt;br /&gt;shawn. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who's the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who's the last person you called?&lt;br /&gt;my auntie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you chew on your straws?&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What is the next concert you're going to?&lt;br /&gt;a christmas to remember. i'm performing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Where did you go today?&lt;br /&gt;nowhere. i haven't gone out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 . Have you seen the movie 'Donnie Darko?&lt;br /&gt;never heard of. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you have to work tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What's your favorite band/artist?&lt;br /&gt;too many?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who was the last person you said "I love you" to?&lt;br /&gt;sorry, confidential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;practicing piano. but i'm slacking. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 . Are you a heavy sleeper?&lt;br /&gt;eh i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 . What was the movie you've seen in the past two week?&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;1.49pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-6034593567755584508?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/6034593567755584508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=6034593567755584508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/6034593567755584508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/6034593567755584508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-reeeaaallllyyy-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-978186483033493734</id><published>2007-11-21T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T00:09:55.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh. i don't know whether i should blame it on my carelessness or sheer stupidity. i created a new blogskin and did up the html and css stuff, and guess what? i closed the html file without saving. means i have to redo the codes all over again. WAH LAU EH. my efforts have all gone down the drain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell party was well, not bad. not exactly a blast, but it wasn't mediocre either. it always rains on that day leh, without fail every year. i still think the best part was when the whole band turned on ms lam with water bombs despite her protests that she was wearing a white shirt. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a million thanks to band for that plushie holding the conductor's baton, and gazillion thanks to sarah and jasmine for that super huggable teddy bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/R0RJn1OHofI/AAAAAAAAACY/JOMHk24tX5g/s1600-h/1_935167702l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135310423759233522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/R0RJn1OHofI/AAAAAAAAACY/JOMHk24tX5g/s320/1_935167702l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute right? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/R0RJ81OHogI/AAAAAAAAACg/vWRiDZCoFXk/s1600-h/band-sec+4+bandits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135310784536486402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/R0RJ81OHogI/AAAAAAAAACg/vWRiDZCoFXk/s320/band-sec%252B4%252Bbandits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson of the day: wei kwang has a penchant for taking slanted photos. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3 leaders had to make some farewell speech. i realised that i left out some important stuff which i wanted to say. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell party kind of gave me a slap back to reality. yeah, we're leaving dunman, leaving band for good. we're no longer part of main band, no longer going for regular practices and we've been "promoted" to the status of being an alumni band member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet you're wondering what i left out in my speech right. i forgot to add in a apology to the whole band. i admit i wasn't a capable SC. i lacked the strength that every leader should have. i made some decisions on impulse, without really thinking through the consequences. i know it's too late to regret, too late to apologise, and too late to make amends. there're things which i wished i didn't do, and also things which i wished i had done or done so earlier so that the outcome may have been different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing: all those issues that sprung up earlier this year. politics are seriously an ugly affair. no one wanted it to happen, and i believe it was everyone's fault. it's something that probably left a scar on everyone. i guess things can never be the same again, we can never be as close as we were just one year back. it took 3 years to build up the camaraderie, yet it took less than 2 months to destroy it. it's just proof of how fragile human relationships can be.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the last thing. it's got nothing to do with the above. i'm touched by what happened. really. your sms almost made me cry too. but i hope it doesn't happen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-978186483033493734?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/978186483033493734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=978186483033493734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/978186483033493734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/978186483033493734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/11/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/R0RJn1OHofI/AAAAAAAAACY/JOMHk24tX5g/s72-c/1_935167702l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-4639477944320098848</id><published>2007-11-17T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T22:27:57.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>updates from the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday. i wanted to buy that bronze bracelet from roxy but it was out of stock. i saw wendy wearing a gold coloured version during prom and she found it at far east. *piaks forehead* anyway, we met this surveyor who was darn nosey. his very first question after introducing himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she's (referring to me) your girlfriend arh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we both denied it, he said "don't need to be shy one lah, it's not like i'll tell your parents right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- 关你屁事。zzz.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;prom was way better than i thought. never mind the freezing aircon, haha. took lots of photos, but sadly only less than half are with me. anyway, i looked through the photos i have and i realised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my eyes look damn small.&lt;br /&gt;-my tan lines are super obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless, it was fun. prom is the only event where one can be a camera whore or trigger happy and nobody cares.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;feeling kind of sian/restless/bored/*insert adjective here*. 4 days leh! =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-4639477944320098848?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/4639477944320098848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=4639477944320098848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/4639477944320098848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/4639477944320098848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/11/updates-from-past-few-days-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-1884237059455493239</id><published>2007-11-13T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:57:04.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O' LEVELS ARE REALLY OVER!! but somehow i'm not really euphoric about it. weird leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i took this harry potter quiz and i'm in hufflepuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="i'm in hufflepuff!" src="http://nimbo.net/quiz/huff.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nimbo.net/quiz/houses.html" target="0"&gt;be sorted&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://nimbo.net/" target="0"&gt;nimbo.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly decided to go swimming just now and chionged 20 laps. wah, now i don't even feel like walking lah. my legs feel like jelly! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sec 1 junior said hi when i walked past her and i had totally no idea who she was until it suddenly hit me that she was from band when i saw instrument cases on the table. =x speaking of band, i haven't got all the presents for my juniors lah! zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of hard to believe that the o levels have ended. it seemed just yesterday when we first stepped into 3B. (sounds so cliched, but it's true!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the end of o levels, it means there's no more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-soccer/rugby/dodge cushion (?) matches at the back of the classroom&lt;br /&gt;-birthday bashes (i don't exactly miss that)&lt;br /&gt;-frantic rushing (copying?) of homework before flag raising&lt;br /&gt;-staying in class during flag raising until we get chased down&lt;br /&gt;-sneaking drinks/food to class during recess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, i might not get a job at my auntie's place after all. i don't know if this is good news or bad news. with a job, i'll be occupied with something but it gives me little time to slack. without a job, i'll positively rot. anyway, i want extra money de leh! i need suggestions on how to keep myself occupied until school starts next year. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to douse my hair in conditioner later. it's chlorinated! =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-1884237059455493239?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/1884237059455493239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=1884237059455493239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/1884237059455493239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/1884237059455493239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-levels-are-really-over-but-somehow-im.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-2077740272570794406</id><published>2007-11-11T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T13:20:50.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh anyway, regarding my previous post...&lt;br /&gt;i'm not emo-ing lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不会分离 is a nice song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/QhJKDmq4UP/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/QhJKDmq4UP/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;不会分离&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;光良 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明天我们暂时要分离 电话中你不舍的语气&lt;br /&gt;你说可不可以 放你的心在行李&lt;br /&gt;跟着我飞行 我们就可以永远不分离&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每天要听一次我爱你 你说这样会感觉贴心&lt;br /&gt;如果说我离去 你的心会下起雨&lt;br /&gt;满天是乌云 整个世界少了空气&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;把你抱在怀里 我们没有言语&lt;br /&gt;感觉离别前两颗心在一起&lt;br /&gt;我们抱在怀里 我们不想言语&lt;br /&gt;今天以后留下回忆 我们可以温习&lt;br /&gt;我爱你 不言语 这一刻天在哭泣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;离别那天你为我伤心 说好我们不难过伤心&lt;br /&gt;我说可不可以 一路握你的手心&lt;br /&gt;躺在我怀里 这样才能感觉你的呼吸&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;站在离境门前看着你 脸上你舍不得的表情&lt;br /&gt;如果说我可以 用全宇宙的魔力&lt;br /&gt;让时间暂停 让我们可以不分离&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;把你抱在怀里 我们没有言语&lt;br /&gt;感觉离别前两颗心在一起&lt;br /&gt;我们抱在怀里 我们不想言语&lt;br /&gt;今天以后留下回忆 我们可以温习&lt;br /&gt;我爱你 不言语 这一刻天在哭泣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱你 不放弃 这一刻不想分离&lt;br /&gt;不会分离 不会分离 不会分离&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-2077740272570794406?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/2077740272570794406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=2077740272570794406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/2077740272570794406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/2077740272570794406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-anyway-regarding-my-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-6663898037913314249</id><published>2007-11-10T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T14:05:04.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'VE GOT A PORSCHE CAYMAN S!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean in NFS carbon lah, i don't have the moolah to get a real one, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously think that my bodily functions are screwing up big time. i couldn't sleep last night and now i'm super tired/lethargic/dead/whatever. zzz. staring at the ceiling and wishing that sleep would come sooner is no fun. because all the emo thoughts would start kicking in. rahh. i dozed off at 2 plus and woke up at 4.30 am to see my bro playing dota. FYI, he woke up earlier than me this morning. i wonder if this guy runs on energizer batteries instead. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell party's next monday. it's finally our turn! but i'm not really looking forward to it. ya lah, i'm contradicting myself. i said i miss band and yet i'm not looking forward to attending farewell party. zzz. somehow it just serves as a reminder of all that crap which happened earlier this year. but anyway, i miss band pracs and sectionals! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling out of sorts today. =( i shall seek entertainment from physics, chem and bio now! =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-6663898037913314249?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/6663898037913314249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=6663898037913314249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/6663898037913314249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/6663898037913314249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-got-porsche-cayman-s-i-mean-in-nfs.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-4299740025652423757</id><published>2007-11-05T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:09:50.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 more papers!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrors of all horrors. i'll never drink from water coolers in school again! i was filling up my waterbottle from the water cooler just now, and i realised that the water was cloudy. (!!!) i don't mean that kind of water that's slightly cloudy only, but the water had a dense white precipitate lah! (think barium sulphate suspended in a clear liquid) OMG. if my water bottle wasn't made of clear plastic, i may have just drank the water unknowingly. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't finish the ss paper! i didn't have time to write the conclusion for one of the SEQ questions. =( but hopefully SBQ can save me. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahh, i came here to update but i don't know what to blog! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;somehow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't know how to verbalise that feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't know how to tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;should i even be feeling this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe i'm just being too sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe i'm expecting too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-4299740025652423757?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/4299740025652423757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=4299740025652423757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/4299740025652423757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/4299740025652423757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/11/3-more-papers-horrors-of-all-horrors.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-223217758575456658</id><published>2007-10-22T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T17:39:31.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah, i must be nuts to be online now when o levels have already started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i removed my faves and dislikes on my profile. it seems so superficial now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have totally no confidence for any of the papers even though i've studied. oh well, anything can go wrong during an exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish 13th november would come sooner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to hit the books again! zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-223217758575456658?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/223217758575456658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=223217758575456658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/223217758575456658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/223217758575456658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/10/yeah-i-must-be-nuts-to-be-online-now.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-1483697245550918228</id><published>2007-10-14T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T11:48:30.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arghhh. 2 practicals are already screwed. and i know i'll screw up bio practical big time on tuesday because i've never been able to get anything more than a borderline pass for bio paper 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most infuriating thing that happened this week? chem practical, QA. i thought it was easy. i had plenty of time left to do the titration calculations and the QA question on identification of ions. i wasn't sure if it was lead or aluminium so i decided to try my luck and wrote aluminium. i was wrong anyway. i only realised that i could have confirmed my answer by doing additional QA tests and i had plenty of time to do so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIAN AH, SOMEONE PLEASE KILL ME FOR DOING SOMETHING AS STUPID AS THIS DURING O LEVELS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to agree that exams do weird things to the brain. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-1483697245550918228?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/1483697245550918228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=1483697245550918228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/1483697245550918228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/1483697245550918228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/10/arghhh.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-8345417712101297000</id><published>2007-09-21T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T23:02:50.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm bored. i figured that i need some escape from drowning in practice papers. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what everyone's doing now lah. mugging away, consulting teachers, doing practice papers. i wonder if anyone has ever thought of why we're doing all this like our lives depend on it. yeah, maybe our lives really depend on it. it's the o levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, we won't die if we flunk the o levels. yeah, not yet. the consequences of flunking o levels are a lot more painful than dying. the suffering sets in first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the frustration of not being able to pursue the career one is so passionate about.&lt;br /&gt;the angst of seeing other people doing better and enjoying the life they want.&lt;br /&gt;the difficulties of not being able to find a job that would give one a cushy life.&lt;br /&gt;the struggle of trying to make ends meet while holding a low paying job.&lt;br /&gt;the pain of being seen as an outcast in the society because of financial difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't all this true? it's a vicious cycle, all thanks to a piece of paper called the o level certificate. it's just a sheet of pulp. yet it controls the path of everyone's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this just goes to show how shallow the society has become. judging others just by a mere sheet of paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-8345417712101297000?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/8345417712101297000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=8345417712101297000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/8345417712101297000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/8345417712101297000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-9042612957617836907</id><published>2007-09-10T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T15:41:18.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bah, i decided to break my hiatus because i saw this irritatingly funny thing online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shawn: i finally decided i was hardworking enough to blog. lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.toysforyourblog.com/games/bigred/bigred.swf" height="350" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toysforyourblog.com/games/bigred/"&gt;Put The Big Red Button on your site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun clicking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-9042612957617836907?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/9042612957617836907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=9042612957617836907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/9042612957617836907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/9042612957617836907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/09/bah-i-decided-to-break-my-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-8493081774755921417</id><published>2007-08-31T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T14:10:31.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after this post, this blog will be swallowed up by the looming o levels until d-day aka 13th november. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daily night study sessions are wonderfully interesting... not. it's depriving me of time to practice piano! the saving grace: i'm excused from chem and physics night study. phew. [i might consider sitting in though.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band's having a concert next year! i want to join in the alumni performance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met karilynn just now. i should've gone for tjc's band auditions because they're lacking in oboists. *shrieks and pulls hair* one lesson learnt: getting an L1R5 of 17 for prelims isn't exactly that bad after all. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking through the english consultation worksheets just now. yeah, i took them even though i don't have to go. what on earth is "macabre"? i've seen most of the words before, but i can't remember what it means! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better find ways to cough up $70 for prom and still have a comfortable sum left for my outfit. I'M NOT GOING TO TOUCH MY KITTY IN THE BANK! zzz. i don't want to freeload from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my previous posts, especially in 2005 seem to be loaded with rheotorical questions. zzz. i've realised how much my style of writing in blogger has changed. let me digress lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that a lot has changed this year. i'm referring to people. my circle of friends. i shan't elaborate. oh well, i can always brush it off. people do change anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-8493081774755921417?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/8493081774755921417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=8493081774755921417' title='0 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href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/Rswubgk5uPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tLMolDj0RYQ/s1600-h/DSC00190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101503528039987442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/Rswubgk5uPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tLMolDj0RYQ/s320/DSC00190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/RswuUwk5uOI/AAAAAAAAACI/CHS4tRq9u9Y/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101503412075870434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/RswuUwk5uOI/AAAAAAAAACI/CHS4tRq9u9Y/s320/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some i-don't-know-what markings on the floor of the corridor outside my house, supposedly for some &lt;em&gt;longkang&lt;/em&gt; repair. it looks like something used to 避邪 lah. =x ok, it's coincidentally the 7th month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm over the moon. i finally passed a math! *jumps around* &lt;em&gt;[someone: eh, i can jump and not fall and roll!] &lt;/em&gt;=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm super duper bored now, to the extent where i think any type of entertainment would be suffice. =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-8173747022484789646?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/8173747022484789646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=8173747022484789646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/8173747022484789646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/RsUywwk5uNI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZG8ZeOIP440/s1600-h/DSC00188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099537966321744082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/RsUywwk5uNI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZG8ZeOIP440/s320/DSC00188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits: &lt;a href="http://www.gangqinpu.com/html/3743.htm"&gt;http://www.gangqinpu.com/html/3743.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahahaha, i've found it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i know i'm kind of slow but i'm going to feast my eyes on "secret" next week (like finally). yeah, when almost everyone else has seen it. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that there's something wrong with me. while most people think that a math paper was easy, i thought it was a killer. siao liao lah. &gt;.&lt; to think that i actually managed to finish one and a half of 2 prelim papers within 3 hours with plenty of suaning in between at white sands yesterday. zzz. it's a feat for a top-grade-from-the-bottom scorer in a math like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will study for all 3 paper 1s next week. =x i'm turning into a geek, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-2135272335199309931?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/2135272335199309931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=2135272335199309931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/2135272335199309931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/2135272335199309931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/08/credits-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/RsUywwk5uNI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZG8ZeOIP440/s72-c/DSC00188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-1576204092164124573</id><published>2007-08-15T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T19:12:34.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>physics is Screwed with a capital S lah. the first question already left me stupefied. damn it, i so don't want to mess up prelims but it seems like it's coming true. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i have this feeling. oh well, to put it crudely, f*** that stupid feeling and i'll get on with life because i can't let a f***ing issue affect my other papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because it's like taking a stab at myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-1576204092164124573?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/1576204092164124573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=1576204092164124573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/1576204092164124573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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but why practice when no one's perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. a child prodigy refers to a gifted child, but a prodigal child refers to a person who's unfilial. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i saw this on someone's nickname but i can't remember whose.)&lt;br /&gt;4. you are what you eat. so do people have to be cannibals in order to be humans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. why do birds of the same feather flock together when opposites attract?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all lah. i'm off to study now. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-3067894460503799095?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/3067894460503799095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like this blogskin a lot better than the last one! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while almost everyone else can wear jeans plus white/red top tomorrow, we have to wear school uniform plus tie. how nice. yeah, for all &lt;s&gt;cca leaders&lt;/s&gt; sai kang warriors. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have the gall to yell at us for disturbing you, i don't see why you shouldn't dare to scold the others too. and there absolutely wasn't a need for &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; to add fuel to the fire. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it's singapore's birthday on thursday, we have 3 days off prelims. yeah, 3 extra days to study and we have to wait 3 days longer before it ends. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ss was a disaster! i studied that chapter on venice and it wasn't tested at all! sheesh. and i totally forgot about protein synthesis in bio until yesterday but i managed to cram it into my brain anyway. shawn and i were trying to get kenji to memorise protein synthesis during recess. yeah, he successfully managed to remember everything but it wasn't tested in the end. zzz. what a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall be hardworking and hit the books later. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-1892248562091991908?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/1892248562091991908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=1892248562091991908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/1892248562091991908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/1892248562091991908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-like-this-blogskin-lot-better-than.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-6617491518020963824</id><published>2007-08-01T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T17:47:51.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chem practical was well, screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 5 biggest blunders i ever made in a lab (it all happened today):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i spilled sodium hydroxide all over the table while doing titration.&lt;br /&gt;2. i turned on the wrong gas tap and i was still stupidly trying to figure out why the bunsen burner wouldn't light up. (i heard that it could've actually caused an explosion. =x)&lt;br /&gt;3. some boiling hot sodium hydroxide plus "solution S" splashed onto my hand. (ouch!)&lt;br /&gt;4. a test tube caught fire!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. i cracked that test tube while trying to extinguish the flames. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give my heart-felt prayers to whichever god/deity who's listening now to please not make anything go wrong during physics practical tomorrow. =x&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;that stupid fever had better subside by tomorrow. it's such a wrong time to fall sick lah. i want to take prelims ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-6617491518020963824?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/6617491518020963824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=6617491518020963824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/6617491518020963824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/6617491518020963824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/08/chem-practical-was-well-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-4808799653982871739</id><published>2007-07-23T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T19:45:11.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/RqSR6aV3HnI/AAAAAAAAABg/X0tqQsfQPzI/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090353911524957810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/RqSR6aV3HnI/AAAAAAAAABg/X0tqQsfQPzI/s320/DSC00185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last snapshot before my beloved uniform goes into the QM cupboard tomorrow. just looking at it already brings back all the good old memories of concerts and performances. ok, i don't know why i sound so nostalgic! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i saw this cat on the way home and it was staring, oh wait, goggling at me. (i didn't know i was that nice to stare at. =x) that alone evoked some bitter memories. sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/RqSSA6V3HoI/AAAAAAAAABo/m-olje36CU8/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090354023194107522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/RqSSA6V3HoI/AAAAAAAAABo/m-olje36CU8/s320/DSC00187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this takes that cliched phrase "dark ominous clouds loomed overhead as the wind rattled the windows" ever so commonly used in compos to literal sense. haha. it looks like a scene from the day after tomorrow, but it's right outside my bedroom window. zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i shouldn't be online now! =x&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/12812224-4808799653982871739?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/4808799653982871739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=4808799653982871739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/4808799653982871739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/4808799653982871739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-last-snapshot-before-my-beloved.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n9kpRKBXfLA/RqSR6aV3HnI/AAAAAAAAABg/X0tqQsfQPzI/s72-c/DSC00185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-4762276726467459069</id><published>2007-07-17T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T17:41:05.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's a limit to everyone's tolerance. i hope you know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome back to the blogosphere, shawn. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new south wales english was well, a disaster. i don't know the difference between a sonnet, a ballad and an ode! i thought a ballad and an ode was a type of song, not a poem! [think ballade pour adeline and ode to joy. get my point?] i have absolutely no idea what an antithesis is. out of the 4 options for that question, i only know what's an oxymoron. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i lost my handphone's ear piece! how??!!! i have a great temptation to turn my house inside out just to search for a piece of wire connected to 2 ear buds with the words "sony ericsson" on it. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;croatian rhapsody is love. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-4762276726467459069?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/4762276726467459069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=4762276726467459069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/4762276726467459069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/4762276726467459069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/07/theres-limit-to-everyones-tolerance.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12812224.post-7280404898785531705</id><published>2007-07-14T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T14:21:10.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i screwed up the audition plus interview. WHY DID I GET NOAH'S ARK AS MY SIGHT READING PIECE??!!! *roars* i feel like jumping out of the window lahhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i shall push it to the back of my mind and not think about it until the results are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to play croatian rhapsody! it's so so so so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/M_-babhukq/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/M_-babhukq/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i made a right choice by not going for today's class outing. with that gargantuan load of a math tys questions to do, i'll seriously feel guilty if i go. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro's off to &lt;s&gt;survivor: pulau tekong&lt;/s&gt; do his part in serving the nation. now there's no one to talk cock with or suan over dinner. i have to admit that BMTC school is actually quite a nice place. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12812224-7280404898785531705?l=undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/feeds/7280404898785531705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12812224&amp;postID=7280404898785531705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/7280404898785531705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12812224/posts/default/7280404898785531705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-truths.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-think-i-screwed-up-audition-plus.html' title=''/><author><name>qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369214492939885243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
