<?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-22722509</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:36:19.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>horizontally imbalanced</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-8974542084118484382</id><published>2007-05-09T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:35:16.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mythickerskin.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:45;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-8974542084118484382?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8974542084118484382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=8974542084118484382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8974542084118484382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8974542084118484382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/05/goodbye-for-now.html' title='GOODBYE'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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-22722509.post-8585397011238407213</id><published>2007-05-08T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:29:33.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill me, kill me now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062212230655425986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RkCXM_navcI/AAAAAAAABDc/8SpfiH7k7v0/s400/tristan(1095).jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, they’re announcing results tomorrow. If not for me, we’ll probably know in the morning. But my schedule is just jam packed this week so they only time where majority is free is on Wednesday evening. Apparently they have to release results by Thursday morning. Does that mean house comm. investiture (if you can call it investiture) is on Thursday morning? Sighs, I’m not usually one who is depressed, but this is just so sad. This feeling SUCKS! I’m 99.9% to a 100% certain I didn’t get in. And I’m not just saying this so that if I do get in, it would be a pleasant surprise, and if I don’t, I can just say I saw it coming. It just a really bad gut feeling that I have, you know the kind of feeling when you know something bad is about to happen but you just don’t know what. I think I’ve exhaled numerous times by now. I think I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m not in, just that something in me is hoping against hope that I may just be wrong this time round. I can’t remember the last time I wanted something this badly. Probably when I was in IP1 and wanted to get into volleyball, HAHA, oh the irony. Either way, I found chocolate strangely therapeutic, so to all the other nominees who didn’t make it, my advise is chocolate. Now for a dose of sleeping pills so that I can sleep my worries away till the next morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-8585397011238407213?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8585397011238407213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=8585397011238407213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8585397011238407213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8585397011238407213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/05/kill-me-kill-me-now.html' title='Kill me, kill me now...'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RkCXM_navcI/AAAAAAAABDc/8SpfiH7k7v0/s72-c/tristan(1095).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-3449317920131336097</id><published>2007-05-01T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T00:10:38.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How well do you really know me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/319761"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/319761/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've caved. I finally put this stupid thing up. Haha, so if you're bored, please do it. Let's see who knows me best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-3449317920131336097?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3449317920131336097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=3449317920131336097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/3449317920131336097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/3449317920131336097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-well-do-you-really-know-me.html' title='How well do you really know me?'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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-22722509.post-5438082915914992543</id><published>2007-05-01T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:14:40.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour Day 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-97.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=fr&amp;il=1&amp;channel=288230376159074199&amp;site=widget-97.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;tt=14&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=fr&amp;th=8&amp;id=288230376159074199&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-97.slide.com/p1/288230376159074199/fr_t014_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;tt=14&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=fr&amp;th=8&amp;id=288230376159074199&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-97.slide.com/p2/288230376159074199/fr_t014_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I spent my Labour Day. Could have been at KBOX, but I wanted to do some work. Well, I guess you can pretty much figure how things turned out. I need &lt;strong&gt;MOTIVATION!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-5438082915914992543?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5438082915914992543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=5438082915914992543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/5438082915914992543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/5438082915914992543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/05/labour-day-2007.html' title='Labour Day 2007'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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-22722509.post-4047697224052546187</id><published>2007-04-30T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:03:28.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope for the best. Expect the worse</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059190119867268514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RjXam_navaI/AAAAAAAABDM/OPd7eM3bTT4/s400/puh+lease.JPG" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOUSE COMM SPEECH IS FINALLY OVER!&lt;/strong&gt; A huge wave of relief swept over me when I ended off my speech and walked away from the mike. I hoped to leave a lasting impression with the song and the story, but it turns out that the story was boring. Cries* and the funniest thing was that they found the &lt;strong&gt;FAT&lt;/strong&gt; joke funny but not the &lt;strong&gt;LAME&lt;/strong&gt; one. Well, at least the song had some lasting impression; I mean some people actually remembered the lyrics! Haha, okay enough with the self consolation. Anyway voting has started so if you like my speech,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; VOTE FOR ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And even if you didn’t like my speech, be a &lt;em&gt;nice person/good friend&lt;/em&gt; and support me anyways, HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vjc.moe.edu.sg/vcsd/"&gt;VOTE HERE :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played TPJC today and won 2-0 (25-13, 25-21) Drew HCI and TJC for our quarter final matches. Let’s see how things will turn out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-4047697224052546187?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4047697224052546187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=4047697224052546187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/4047697224052546187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/4047697224052546187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/04/hope-for-best-expect-worse.html' title='Hope for the best. Expect the worse'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RjXam_navaI/AAAAAAAABDM/OPd7eM3bTT4/s72-c/puh+lease.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-1498697669537352627</id><published>2007-04-29T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T16:55:05.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-speech Jitters</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058847420131753346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RjSi7PnavYI/AAAAAAAABC8/IS7zS_yf1oo/s400/14203017942127l.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;- LOL. I found this very cute photo of&lt;strong&gt; Yi Rui&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm guessing sec1 or sec2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, my speech is &lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/strong&gt;! Screw the great expectation essays due tomorrow, I’ll just hand it in on Wednesday. Argh! I revised my script &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt; just now during dinner. I’ll be…. &lt;em&gt;drumrolls*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;crowing/singing&lt;/u&gt;!!! Haha, oh dear, hopefully people will not exit the hall deaf after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058847420131753362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RjSi7PnavZI/AAAAAAAABDE/zjUwSJqa6Tw/s400/tristan(1068).jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the day studying with Aaron, actually I just worked on my Great Ex essay, more or less know what to write, I just have to freaking write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="1024" alt="narcissit collage" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/223/476748680_8b616c2b9a_b.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;- This is what happens what you get too much of studying.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Don't throw up. HAHA &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ED2K4QpcCU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ED2K4QpcCU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I better go finalise my speech before I make anymore changes to it. Than I’ll have to go through a series of events to calm myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The day of reckoning…&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;(Overdramatic)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT//&lt;/strong&gt; YAY!!! &lt;strong&gt;Vas and Pris WON!!!&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA, I'm glad they won. I was rooting for them and Soul Fusion. And WTF were the hosts wearing, especially &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;JADE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, she looked &lt;strong&gt;RIDICULOUS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-1498697669537352627?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1498697669537352627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=1498697669537352627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/1498697669537352627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/1498697669537352627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/04/pre-speech-jitters.html' title='Pre-speech Jitters'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RjSi7PnavYI/AAAAAAAABC8/IS7zS_yf1oo/s72-c/14203017942127l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-2695716987590512083</id><published>2007-04-29T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T01:14:54.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on, and it's only gonna make me strong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VJC&lt;/span&gt; vs CJC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;-14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058527294744345954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RjN_xfnavWI/AAAAAAAABCs/Gm6BsSyk7RY/s400/RAWR!!!!!.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fkanekirsty.dreamhosters.com%2Fradio%2Fsounds%2FLeann%20Rimes%20-%20Life%20Goes%20On.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realise I calm down rather quickly whenever I’m fuming. I also realise I don’t deal with depression well and it usually turns into rage which disappears after a while. So that’s how I deal with depression I guess, turning it into anger and than calming down. Maybe I should always think before I bitch or say anything because my rage basically disappears after a while. Yeah, that seems like a smarter thing to do. Fuck, I was going to lash out in cryptic form, but I don’t want to be the temperamental bitch that is sensitive etc. The irony just baffles me. But that’s how the cookie crumbles, I’ll just have to be tough and deal with it. Life goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated&lt;strong&gt; YH’s birthday&lt;/strong&gt; today at &lt;strong&gt;Plaza Singapura’s Café Cartel&lt;/strong&gt;. I spent the afternoon working on her birthday message thing. Haha, it was one hell of a messy chaos going on in my room with &lt;em&gt;UHU glue, super glue and paint&lt;/em&gt; everywhere! However, I managed to get what I wanted done and got out of the house in time to miss the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly, I was late. Even more unsurprisingly, there were people who were later, haha. It was quite a long wait outside Cartel because getting a table for nine wasn’t easy. You would think that waiting so long outside would give us time to think of what to eat. But when we got in, we spent an even longer time deciding what to eat, haha. We finally placed our orders and started doing crazy things for YH’s birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058525954714549490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RjN-jfnavPI/AAAAAAAABB0/MLHzTwZ5u2o/s400/aud+and+i+with+mushroom+noses.JPG" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058525976189386018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RjN-kvnavSI/AAAAAAAABCM/j37Jq7q7kTc/s400/ku+gua+and+i.JPG" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058525967599451410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RjN-kPnavRI/AAAAAAAABCE/899xncRczMc/s400/group+shot+(YY%27s+cut+out+of+this).JPG" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burger king crowns that we got from BK, originally for Cheryl’s SC campaigning, was put to use. It read &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I LOVE PUHUI/MEE POK/POUTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on all the crowns. We must have looked quite ridiculous, but what the heck, we get enough attention whenever we’re out anyway. The ribs that I shared with Nicole were somewhat disappointing. I didn’t want to share the seafood platter because of a bad experience I had with Yong Sheng and Jia Hui. Dessert was heavenly. I got to eat their &lt;strong&gt;Mississippi Mud Pie&lt;/strong&gt; at long last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058527286154411330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RjN_w_navUI/AAAAAAAABCc/heTRVBOJ3bU/s400/viking+ice+cream+cake+thingy.JPG" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t get a cake because YH would probably be too full to eat it, so we celebrated with an order of the Viking &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(8 scoops of vanilla and chocolate ice cream with home made cookies…)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; instead. I always enjoy watching people open presents, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058525980484353330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RjN-k_navTI/AAAAAAAABCU/UvAkOMpa2h0/s400/staring+blissfully+at+the+cake.JPG" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058527290449378642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RjN_xPnavVI/AAAAAAAABCk/avHQvRHswTg/s400/with+her+presents+!!!.JPG" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058525963304484098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RjN-j_navQI/AAAAAAAABB8/pbgLkUfqzQ4/s400/blowing+out+the+candles.JPG" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed off to Daiso with Nicole after that because it was late and we were scared that it was already closed. I bought more cork boards to put on my wall, so my decorations have been somewhat modified. I think it looks nice now, &lt;em&gt;grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG, I’ll have to rush my homework with Aaron tomorrow. Hopefully we will be productive and actually get our work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS. I’ll just have to kick ass and leave everything up to fate since that’s all I can depend on.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-2695716987590512083?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2695716987590512083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=2695716987590512083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/2695716987590512083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/2695716987590512083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-goes-on-and-its-only-gonna-make-me.html' title='Life goes on, and it&apos;s only gonna make me strong...'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RjN_xfnavWI/AAAAAAAABCs/Gm6BsSyk7RY/s72-c/RAWR!!!!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-3189643840478941831</id><published>2007-04-26T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T16:56:28.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the world needs now is love</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057753612220546226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RjDAHPnavLI/AAAAAAAABBU/NmfQksTzRVA/s400/tristan(1061).jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;JIN JI&lt;/strong&gt; Says to &lt;strong&gt;SPREAD THE LOVE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idol Gives Back&lt;/strong&gt; is currently on the television now as I blog. I’m extremely moved by what is being done to help those in need. However, at the same time, I’m just really sad at how much suffering and depression is going on around the world. It just pisses me off that the children all have to suffer so much. There’s just so much sadness out there in the world. I shall stop myself before I start on a rant that may raise a heated debate &lt;em&gt;(issue which is something touchy)&lt;/em&gt;. The &lt;strong&gt;Hurricane Katrina&lt;/strong&gt; issue is especially infuriating. WTF, it has been 2 bloody years since the disaster struck and people are still living in trailer parks which are supposedly temporary? Two years isn’t temporary. And it doesn’t help to note that the people who are suffering in the state of New Orleans are mostly, if not all, black. The government in America seriously needs to do something instead of relying on &lt;em&gt;Oprah, gregarious NBA stars and American &lt;strike&gt;Singapore&lt;/strike&gt; Idol&lt;/em&gt; to do their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other news, VJC played AJC yesterday. It was a damn exciting battle, but we lost in the end. However, I’m damn bloody &lt;strong&gt;proud&lt;/strong&gt; to say that we fought, and we fought hard. Saying that we scored 2-0 isn’t giving the main team enough credit. We scored 23-25 for both sets and we had 2 injured players on our team! In addition, AJC was last years champion and they came into the game confident of trashing us. &lt;u&gt;Well, so much for trashing? I’m sure we’ll be the one trashing the next time we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been missing a lot of lessons lately, especially for this week since there was match on Wednesday, Vsparks Cashflow Facilitator thingy today and another match tomorrow. I better make sure I copy the Econs notes tomorrow, and check what work there is to do, if not I will so die when I go back to lessons on Monday. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES! Next Tuesday is Labour Day, NO G.P!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House Comm. Speech has been postponed to Monday because today’s assembly got cancelled due to the rain and they are pushing it to tomorrow instead! &lt;em&gt;Cries*&lt;/em&gt; Rumour has it that they are so set on having assembly because the SCs want to announce their investiture. -___-‘’ I guess we’ll find out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTOS from my room makeover. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Well not exactly a makeover, just putting up of photos. Haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057753620810480834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RjDAHvnavMI/AAAAAAAABBc/sxwdx7Tlb44/s400/tristan(1062).jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Next to my closet/wardrobe (?) [What's the difference?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057753629400415442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RjDAIPnavNI/AAAAAAAABBk/SD3cRLX31ps/s400/tristan(1063).jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Above my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057753637990350050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RjDAIvnavOI/AAAAAAAABBs/f3HbPwqjfRk/s400/tristan(1064).jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- And I finally found a place to put up my birthday board! Next to my door on my closet so that its the first thing you see when you enter the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-3189643840478941831?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3189643840478941831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=3189643840478941831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/3189643840478941831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/3189643840478941831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-world-needs-now-is-love.html' title='What the world needs now is love'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RjDAHPnavLI/AAAAAAAABBU/NmfQksTzRVA/s72-c/tristan(1061).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-8039143529238210372</id><published>2007-04-21T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T16:57:12.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night for a Moondance</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055898825486673874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RiopMclyp9I/AAAAAAAABBM/qN2b4T58cW0/s400/DSC00064.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Just keep smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was retarded. I can’t believe I stayed back from 1.20 all the way to 5.30 just for the stupid Cashflow meeting! Well, at least there was Yvonne to keep my company while I willed the time away. &lt;strong&gt;I played volley and basketball!&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, but I didn’t bring P.E so I had to borrow a set of P.E kit from Jonathan. I hung out at the rock wall for about an hour, throwing rocks into the drain and watching people train. It was nice to just be doing nothing and wasting time for a change. Went out for dinner, which was a pretty last minute decision, with Ben, Daniel, Louis and Aaron. Haha, I can’t believe we actually explored Parkway, as if it was our first time there or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAWR, there’s so much weekend homework.&lt;/strong&gt; There’s 2 literature essays to do, &lt;strong&gt;house comm. speech to work on&lt;/strong&gt;, economics market structure tutorial, econs test to study for and G.P comprehension. Hopefully by blogging today, I’ll be able to get something done tomorrow instead of sleeping the day away. House comm. speech, I think I’m already screwed. I honestly suck at making speeches, I mean I can speak to a huge group of people, but I can’t like make speeches in front of crowds. There’s a difference you know, even though I can’t really pinpoint it. &lt;em&gt;There’s just so much to worry about, what to say, what if you’re not funny, what if you’re boring, what if it seems too scripted, what if you don’t show you’re sincere, what if you can’t answer the questions, what if you say the wrong thing, what if…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall work on my speech tomorrow, on top of all my other homework to be done. I realised something, besides my plan to mug from Monday to Friday and than slacking on the weekends, I also deprive myself of sleep on weekdays and sleep my ass off on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life seems different now. &lt;strong&gt;I find it really BORING!&lt;/strong&gt; I keep thinking back and reflecting on what last year was like. It seemed so much more fun and exciting as compared to this year. &lt;em&gt;Is JC life really that different from IP?&lt;/em&gt; Well, I guess IP does have a few things that JC doesn’t have. &lt;u&gt;We have helmsman and INDIEventure week and we have symposiums and our own open house to prepare for.&lt;/u&gt; JC life seems less jam-packed, which is supposed to be a good thing! And the strange thing is that, even though our timetables were more packed last year, it seemed that we went out more often last year than we did this year. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The IRONY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was reading my past entries and there seemed to be a lot of sleepovers and outings and other random stuff like plays, concerts etc that we went for to keep life less boring. Maybe it’s because I don’t exactly have a CCA now. Maybe it’s because volleyball seemed more fun last year when you actually got to do something. However, after the injury, I’ve been itching to play, maybe not train, but play volley. Perhaps absent does make the heart grow fonder. Which reminds me, volleyball season has started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VJC vs PJC&lt;br /&gt;25 – 11&lt;br /&gt;25 - 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won! However, everyone was really nervous and stuff that day and the way that the main team was playing was slightly disappointing. Thankfully we were playing against one of the lousier teams. I just hope that we don’t get a sucky draw when we move on to the quarter finals. And maybe by some freak miracle, we can beat AJC next Wednesday. I’m can’t go for that match because I’ll be having physiotherapy! RAWR, I hope they do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just for laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055898821191706546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RiopMMlyp7I/AAAAAAAABA8/2yQVw1VagCg/s400/22311359926130l.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Look for the star of this picture. &lt;strong&gt;[Hint: front row]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055898821191706562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RiopMMlyp8I/AAAAAAAABBE/gFrh7Il4QlI/s400/ting.JPG" border="5" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-8039143529238210372?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8039143529238210372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=8039143529238210372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8039143529238210372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8039143529238210372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/04/night-for-moondance.html' title='Night for a Moondance'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RiopMclyp9I/AAAAAAAABBM/qN2b4T58cW0/s72-c/DSC00064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-6127727951764888497</id><published>2007-04-15T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T16:58:20.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Fest 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Ffuntorrent.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FKT%20Tunstall%20-%20Suddenly%20I%20See.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel extremely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;unproductive&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My weekend is just slipping away and I don’t really feel like doing anything. School is bad for health because it breeds depression. Sunday nights are the pits because it means that Monday is coming again. I go &lt;strong&gt;TGIF &lt;/strong&gt;every week even though I know the weekends only last for 2 days. I’ll probably get something done later&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a &lt;em&gt;total waste of time&lt;/em&gt;. I had to crawl out of bed in the ungodly hours of the morning because there was some stupid &lt;strong&gt;Parents-Teacher&lt;/strong&gt; meeting in school. My Saturday morning was spent sitting in the hall, falling asleep whilst Poh Meng, our beloved principal, rattled on and on about his achievements and the schools achievement. It was one and a half hours of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHEER TORTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053525734526313650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RiG64X28ZLI/AAAAAAAABAk/tVhzpTFnqKI/s400/warp(1).jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- A tortured YY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the monologue was over, the school performed an act of &lt;em&gt;child labour&lt;/em&gt; by getting everyone to move the chairs from the hall back into the classrooms. Fortunately, A11 had to move the chairs back to T11. Basically after that, I cabbed home because no one else was free to go out and I just wanted to plop onto my bed and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before that was &lt;strong&gt;Music Fest 2007&lt;/strong&gt;. My first time attending Music Fest in VJC, I can’t really compare it to past years Music Fest. However, I have to say that it was somewhat enjoyable. I spent the afternoon with &lt;strong&gt;Audrey and Yvonne&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;Parkway&lt;/strong&gt;. We had lunch at &lt;strong&gt;PASTAMANIA&lt;/strong&gt;! I’m obsessed with that place; we shared&lt;em&gt; two large pastas and a Combo A&lt;/em&gt;. The rest of the afternoon was pretty much spent in MPH, reading this book that was dedicated to predicting what the last book of Harry Potter will be about. I found some parts fascinating and others just …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows to be released in &lt;strong&gt;JULY&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AIEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it seems so far away. Well, at least it will be after &lt;strong&gt;Mid-Years&lt;/strong&gt; because I will totally not do anything else besides finishing the book once I get my hands on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053526353001604290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RiG7cX28ZMI/AAAAAAAABAs/XF87Un_bm-g/s400/music+fest+(me.dan.dar).jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Casual, Formal, Uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053526361591538898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RiG7c328ZNI/AAAAAAAABA0/0j20-1hUKfY/s400/music+fest+(ZY.me).jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- During the Intermission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ecstatic over the results of Music Fest. The only result that I couldn’t really grumble about was the MTV results, because personally, I felt that all three videos were great. I was rooting for &lt;strong&gt;House Comm&lt;/strong&gt;. though, but oh well, that’s the way the cookie crumbles. The contemporary dance was good and I thought the vocal group winners shouldn’t have won because one guy forgot his lyrics. I preferred the other two vocal groups, nothing much to comment on the soloists. Oh and I &lt;strong&gt;MUST&lt;/strong&gt; find out how people managed to sneak into Music Fest, maybe I could learn a thing or two. I was able to get pretty good seats because the House Comm. people were first in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOUSE COMM MTV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TXFHYx7uXuA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TXFHYx7uXuA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MR CHAN SINGING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Again, you'll need to tilt your head if you want to watch it. Sorry, I don't know how to flip videos. Ps. I didn't take this video! Haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o2CTxLl7HrU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o2CTxLl7HrU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VIP open house is coming soon. Come support!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053525725936378994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RiG63328ZHI/AAAAAAAABAE/saxu9SEGRkc/s400/iconbalance_1.jpg" border="1" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053525725936379010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RiG63328ZII/AAAAAAAABAM/MtseJha92yk/s400/iconbalance_2.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053525730231346322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RiG64H28ZJI/AAAAAAAABAU/Zb6g11Tyjjg/s400/iconbalance_3.jpg" border="1" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053525730231346338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RiG64H28ZKI/AAAAAAAABAc/UTjv6D0JFlo/s400/iconbalance_4.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-6127727951764888497?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6127727951764888497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=6127727951764888497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/6127727951764888497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/6127727951764888497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/04/music-fest-2007.html' title='Music Fest 2007'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RiG64X28ZLI/AAAAAAAABAk/tVhzpTFnqKI/s72-c/warp(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-5247441586046856437</id><published>2007-04-12T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T10:13:22.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to the Rhythm of the Falling Rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PAKA RIVER PHOTOS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(those taken with actual cameras by Mr. Chow and the photographer who went with us to the camp.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052548973063857202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh5ChX28ZDI/AAAAAAAAA_k/A_JzzpL4i98/s400/IP3AdvCampMar07041.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052548973063857218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh5ChX28ZEI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Y1DWcS6u8_c/s400/IP3AdvCampMar07063.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052548977358824530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh5Chn28ZFI/AAAAAAAAA_0/Xlw0maXLNKU/s400/IP3AdvCampMar07074.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052548981653791842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh5Ch328ZGI/AAAAAAAAA_8/97_n6gBRADg/s400/IP3AdvCampMar07284.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052545726068581362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh4_kX28Y_I/AAAAAAAAA_E/B0SCZqU9VXM/s400/DSC_4463.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- I LOVE this photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052545236442309538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh4_H328Y6I/AAAAAAAAA-c/lyAXmBjID74/s400/CSC_3960.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Caught in the act!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052545236442309554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh4_H328Y7I/AAAAAAAAA-k/z30DUoqcc5Y/s400/DSC_4039.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Imprisoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052545240737276866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh4_IH28Y8I/AAAAAAAAA-s/-HKBtGQt4fs/s400/DSC_4117.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Paka Sunset &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052545249327211474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh4_In28Y9I/AAAAAAAAA-0/_IpXVTR3Ats/s400/DSC_4237.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- The art of meditation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052545253622178786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh4_I328Y-I/AAAAAAAAA-8/NY_ZGq0wsgU/s400/DSC_4327.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052534443189494610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh41Tn28Y1I/AAAAAAAAA90/GyCnoAbqhHE/s400/DSC_4296.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Summit of waterfall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052534443189494626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh41Tn28Y2I/AAAAAAAAA98/xgeJ7-QXI2c/s400/DSC_4368.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Floating in the river at one of the Kayak Pitstops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052534447484461938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh41T328Y3I/AAAAAAAAA-E/UXTOTWQLVCk/s400/DSC_4407.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- After the 33km kayak with the South China Sea as our backdrop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052534447484461954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh41T328Y4I/AAAAAAAAA-M/WZ-yrOuSWrg/s400/DSC_4493.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Last &lt;strong&gt;DINNER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052534447484461970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh41T328Y5I/AAAAAAAAA-U/kH-tHtCrZug/s400/IP3AdvCampMar07028.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052533914908517122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh400328YwI/AAAAAAAAA9M/nkol6vkWn3M/s400/DSC_3842.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052533919203484434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh401H28YxI/AAAAAAAAA9U/Jn7sWTFQIFc/s400/DSC_4080.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Our bamboo raft!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052533919203484450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh401H28YyI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Is-QiJ6wXm4/s400/DSC_4121.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- All looking nice and alive before the hike up the waterfall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052533923498451762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh401X28YzI/AAAAAAAAA9k/x_oqkhTMwr0/s400/DSC_4164.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- First Pit Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052533927793419074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh401n28Y0I/AAAAAAAAA9s/ItHcW5GU2xw/s400/DSC_4209.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Natural Jacuzzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Our CampFireWater Video&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(but it's like a tiny fragment of it only, quite pointless, but I shall upload it anyway.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-irCDsWZ6vE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-irCDsWZ6vE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained like a fucking bitch just now and I got totally drenched from neck down while I was heading home after my haircut. Of all the times to be broke, I couldn’t have picked a better time. I couldn’t afford a cab so I had to plough my way through the rain, to the bus stop and wait for the bloody bus to come. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singapore needs better drainage system!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was seriously wading through ankle deep rain water and now my Converse shoes are water logged. The laces and socks turned &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Cries* my brace got wet too, hopefully the metal is stainless steel &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(it’d better be, the thing cost a bomb)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lest it rusts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052545730363548674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh4_kn28ZAI/AAAAAAAAA_M/CVmvIv4wp50/s400/DSC00034.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Yvonne 2hill expresses her displeasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so depressing; life’s really getting &lt;strong&gt;monotonous&lt;/strong&gt; and has become somewhat of a routine. Mug as hard as I can from Monday to Friday, than slack like hell over the weekends. Rawr, I want to break this &lt;strong&gt;mind numbing drawl&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, at least there’s &lt;strong&gt;music fest&lt;/strong&gt; to look forward to tomorrow night. It’ll be my first time going for music fest in my three years in VJ, so I’m really quite excited. I wonder who will be the big shot guest they’ll invite over this year. I’m not getting my hopes up because the more you expect, the greater the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room has a &lt;em&gt;slight&lt;/em&gt; makeover. I finally develop some of my photos and put them up on the wall. I need to buy more cork boards though. The ones I bought from Daiso can only fit 5. I’ve also got curtains now instead of the hideous blinds I had in the past. I think I may just do away with the painting of my wall because the colour of the wall seems fitting now. The last thing on my agenda will probably be to change my computer desk. We’ll see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052545730363548690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh4_kn28ZBI/AAAAAAAAA_U/9ccfTWBkA3Q/s400/tristan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex-maid came over to visit again today. She brought&lt;strong&gt; Mee-Soto&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Curry puffs&lt;/strong&gt; that she made herself! Haha, she’ll return to &lt;strong&gt;Indonesia&lt;/strong&gt; soon so I guess this is her last visit before she returns home. The poor woman, her husband cheated on her and that’s why she is going back home to settle her &lt;em&gt;divorce&lt;/em&gt; before she returns to &lt;strong&gt;Singapore&lt;/strong&gt; again to work. Her husband is a bastard, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap, I JUST remembered that there’s literature tomorrow and there’s &lt;strong&gt;Mental Cases&lt;/strong&gt; to annotate. CIAO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VOTE FOR CLARA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052545734658516002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh4_k328ZCI/AAAAAAAAA_c/zWU0U7pV7bc/s400/tristan(1043).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-5247441586046856437?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5247441586046856437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=5247441586046856437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/5247441586046856437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/5247441586046856437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/04/listen-to-rhythm-of-falling-rain.html' title='Listen to the Rhythm of the Falling Rain.'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rh5ChX28ZDI/AAAAAAAAA_k/A_JzzpL4i98/s72-c/IP3AdvCampMar07041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-2435645028941819864</id><published>2007-04-08T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T15:37:43.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Therapeutic</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050955675804196114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RhiZbRCNXRI/AAAAAAAAA9E/m-tvirCThAE/s400/tristan(1039).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- This is one scary ass advertisement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Friday&lt;/strong&gt; turned out to be quite &lt;em&gt;boring&lt;/em&gt; actually. Everybody was busy with their own stuff so I resorted to going out with my OG people-after begging my mom to let me out of the house. I think OG gatherings have become quite &lt;em&gt;forced&lt;/em&gt; and the turn ups are getting lesser and lesser. Either way, the more important thing was that we watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Freedom Writers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh my god, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that movie. In a way, I’m glad that &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Bean&lt;/strong&gt; was sold out so we got to watch this movie instead. Other exciting things coming up include &lt;strong&gt;Spiderman 3, Pirates of the Caribbean 3 and Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Darren, Yvonne, YY and Aaron in the evening where we had intended to shop for YH’s birthday. But we couldn’t seem to settle on something that we all liked and ended up walking from Orchard MRT to Heeren and than back to Takashimaya. Even though we didn’t manage to get anything for YH, I got myself quite a few things that day. I’ve finally bought the entire &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;Season 5 of FRIENDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, it was such an impulse buy, but I felt so happy afterwards even though the damn thing costs me $60. I also bought the huge ass notebook that Nicole has, a new pencil case and two cork boards to put up in my room. I spent over a hundred that day because of lunch, dinner and the movie. I’m weird, spending money makes me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050955671509228802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RhiZbBCNXQI/AAAAAAAAA88/LCmC0SntcNE/s400/P1010033.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YH’s celebration is supposed to take place tonight. But once again, not &lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/strong&gt; is free. I agree that after YH’s birthday, we should just celebrate other people’s birthday on one day that most people are free, and whoever’s not free, too bad. This is good because it gets rid of the whole group obligation thing and having to invite everyone and making sure that everyone can make it etc. &lt;em&gt;It will make life a whole lot easier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated &lt;strong&gt;Matt’s birthday&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday at Takashimaya. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAHO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It was at this place called &lt;strong&gt;Ambush&lt;/strong&gt;. I was late because my mom’s friend was late when she came over to our house to drop us off at Tampinese. Hence, I ended up wandering around with Rachel because we didn’t exactly know where the place was. I knew there was a &lt;strong&gt;“Bush”&lt;/strong&gt; in it and was wandering around looking for stalls that had a name starting with &lt;strong&gt;“B”.&lt;/strong&gt; We managed to spot Ben though, and got settled down just in time before the waitress started hurrying us with our orders. It was apparently a first come first serve basis and we were taking a long time to decide what we wanted to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050953987882048658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RhiX5BCNXJI/AAAAAAAAA8E/qlCiekCGAag/s400/ambush+MENU.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering the streets of orchard at night can be fun. However, our goal seemed more to be finding a nice place to sit down and just talk and chill. We wanted to go to some café but no one wanted to order anything. So after walking around for quite some bit, we ended up at Lido McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050953992177015970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RhiX5RCNXKI/AAAAAAAAA8M/mYbxEV0OZDE/s400/collage+of+handphone+pics.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Camera quality photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050954009356885186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RhiX6RCNXMI/AAAAAAAAA8c/mangll6elxU/s400/jom,+rach,+maho,+louis,+ben,+me.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- We look like we're in a club. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050954017946819794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RhiX6xCNXNI/AAAAAAAAA8k/m9wnK3goHgY/s400/me.bday+boy.ben.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050955662919294194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RhiZahCNXPI/AAAAAAAAA80/_OaLnJyCelU/s400/the+guys.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- The suspenders are part of the Birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050955658624326882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RhiZaRCNXOI/AAAAAAAAA8s/fIQRlo5xJ74/s400/sh+and+the+guys.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050954005061917874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RhiX6BCNXLI/AAAAAAAAA8U/7Et_7Lp2U08/s400/group+shot.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this birthday gatherings that we have and am actually quite appreciative of them. It makes me miss 05V12 a lot. Oh well, I guess there’s still some getting use to in 07A11.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-2435645028941819864?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2435645028941819864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=2435645028941819864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/2435645028941819864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/2435645028941819864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/04/therapeutic.html' title='Therapeutic'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RhiZbRCNXRI/AAAAAAAAA9E/m-tvirCThAE/s72-c/tristan(1039).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-1014765829381748758</id><published>2007-04-05T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T19:36:41.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My two cents</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049898649992912002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RhTYERCNXII/AAAAAAAAA78/APonrfxsmnE/s400/mechanical+leg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Say &lt;strong&gt;HI &lt;/strong&gt;to my new walking friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My mom is losing it. I know she is concern, but there’s a fine line between being concerned and being paranoid. She insists that I wear my knee guard &lt;strong&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/strong&gt; I go, and that includes walking to the toilet which is less than &lt;em&gt;10 steps&lt;/em&gt; from my room. I think that when she gets worried, she gets a little carried away. She hears what she wants to hear and insists that she is right. She claims that my knee-brace acts as my modified ligament and that if I were to walk without it, my knee would just fall out. Which is utter rubbish because I know for a fact that my knee-brace is suppose to support my knee if my knee were to shift out of place if there was an unfortunate incident of me slipping or something. It is suppose to be there to support my knee because my knee runs a high chance of being dislocated because it is so lose. &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; that doesn’t mean that I have to wear it when I’m at home, especially when I spent most of my time sitting in front of the television, the dinner table or the computer! The only walking I do is to the living room, dining room, toilet or my room! I bet that she will make a call to the doctor as soon as possible and come back to tell me that the doctor told her that I have to wear my brace everywhere except when I sleep. And I bet that the doctor will either, only tell her that to &lt;u&gt;appease&lt;/u&gt; her and get her off the line quickly, or that she will once again interpret it her way. She also thinks that I should not walk &lt;strong&gt;AT ALL&lt;/strong&gt; because she doesn’t want to aggravate my knee. What she doesn’t know is that when I do my physiotherapy, I’m aggravating my knee already. And if I don’t walk, how am I supposed to make use of my leg muscles? I’m supposed to be training them to get them to be stronger so that I can operate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I’ve finally sat her down and explained everything to her. Phew, I’m glad that’s over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve wanted to comment on this for a long time too. &lt;strong&gt;Trim and Fit&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(TAF)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; club&lt;/strong&gt; has finally been abolished. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hallelujah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It finally got through the thick skulls of the government that discriminating children based on their weight is doing nothing but harm to their self esteem. However, I’m doubtful of their new methods of healthier lifestyles. They want to promote healthy lifestyle to all the children. It sounds like they will be separating kids into those that are fit and those that aren’t based on their &lt;strong&gt;NAPFA&lt;/strong&gt;. I’m not really sure what it will be like, but I guess it is much better than just torturing the fat young children. How would adults like it if we turned to them and say, &lt;strong&gt;“WAH! SO &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OLD&lt;/span&gt; ALREADY AH!?”&lt;/strong&gt; The next time my relatives comment about me being big sized and putting on weight, I shall turn to them and say, &lt;strong&gt;“WAH, YOU’VE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AGED&lt;/span&gt; QUITE A LOT HOR?! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL THE CROWS FEET AND WRINKLES!&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/strong&gt; Ignorant adults irritate me, especially all the uneducated-aunties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; test I came across on Dan's blog.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really think its accurate because they I believe they had some stereotypes to the colour you chose. I chose &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as my first colour and &lt;strong&gt;Black &lt;/strong&gt;as my second.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- At this particular time, you are feeling that you are or were unjustly and undeservedly treated and/or betrayed in your hopes and dreams. You feel that everything is against you. But look on the bright side for you are, whether you believe it or not, a survivor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are a leader and possibly at this tine in a position of authority, but you are experiencing problems. You are not quite sure how to handle the present situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You give the impression that you are a self-sufficient individual, pretending that you are stoical - indifferent to pain or pleasure. But this is not so, for in truth you are an extremely emotional person, one that may make hasty decisions and perhaps repent at leisure. It is time now perhaps to break the bond of detachment and become the real 'you' - the you that you would like to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your stress and anxiety are a result of an emotional disappointment. It could well be that the emotional relationship is no longer running smoothly and you have come to the end of your tether. On the one hand you would like to free yourself from this relationship altogether, yet on the other hand, you don't want to lose anything nor risk the uncertainty of throwing away something - something that's precious, something that could be the 'Real Thing'. Perhaps for the first time in your life you really don't know which way to go and it is these contradictory emotions that are causing you the untold stress. You are pretending to the world that you don't care but even this air of pretence is causing you much heartache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are moody and depressed at this time but it will pass. All of your hopes and dreams seem to have gone astray and you are fearful of planning further for the future. Disappointment at the non fulfilment of your hopes and the fear that to formulate fresh goals will only lead to further setbacks have resulted in considerable anxiety and you try to escape from this by withdrawing into yourself. But that is not the answer. You have the power to succeed, believe in yourself... all is possible to him who believes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-1014765829381748758?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1014765829381748758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=1014765829381748758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/1014765829381748758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/1014765829381748758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-two-cents.html' title='My two cents'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RhTYERCNXII/AAAAAAAAA78/APonrfxsmnE/s72-c/mechanical+leg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-7330187415935142086</id><published>2007-04-03T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T13:45:18.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too free for my own good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.perlaisie.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FCorinne%20Bailey%20Rae-Put%20your%20records%20on.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've finished my &lt;strong&gt;Project Work Possible Ideas&lt;/strong&gt; brainstorming and am currently too lazy to start doing &lt;strong&gt;Econs Essay&lt;/strong&gt; which is due on thursday. So I was browsing friendster and came across an account that had a blog linked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG! I've never come across &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AhLian language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of this level before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okok , tiis shld be miinex verii verii LAST post ferr 2OO6,&lt;br /&gt;hohohohohoos ~&lt;br /&gt;tiis year shoooo manii thiin happen =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iie fall iin &amp; out ob loves tiis year ,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; iie rmb how badly iie criied ferr tat hiim can ???&lt;br /&gt;hohohohohoos ~&lt;br /&gt;iit lye iie even criied iin e classes ; even wen iie'm siingiin e national song =.=&lt;br /&gt;&amp; minex Chiinese teacher stiill hug miie and ask mie wad happen ???&lt;br /&gt;LOLS x) Mrs Koh Li Li ... ...&lt;br /&gt;thiinkiin back , OHMYGOODNESS !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;iie'm realiie to0piid (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thankxk tuu e him , iie miit JELINEwee tiis yr xD ,&lt;br /&gt;she such a good ddear iie can saex !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;realiies !!!! she nv faiil tuu be wiiv miie wenever iie nd her (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; miinex PRINCESSSE7EN's gurls !!!!&lt;br /&gt;iie miit sume ob dem ferr almost three yrs and sume ferr 2yrs le ,&lt;br /&gt;iit lye shoooo long le can (:&lt;br /&gt;we hab misunderstandiin ; cold waes ; drift all these rubbiish among us ,&lt;br /&gt;budden everithiin were clear (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; almost everiione ob us hab a dream man iin our heart now &lt;3 ones =""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do this people find the time and energy to type like that?! Their compositions and comprehension must surely be the &lt;strong&gt;pits&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean staring at this kind of writing all day and than looking at an extract from some newspaper as your comprehension passage will be terrible! And it's not just the spelling but the grammar too. This will be a GP teacher's &lt;em&gt;worst nightmare&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. I'm just at awe that she isn't using sticky caps, maybe that is of a &lt;u&gt;different level&lt;/u&gt; that she has yet to reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oh and &lt;strong&gt;BIG THANK YOUS&lt;/strong&gt; to all those who showed their concern about my operation. Heh* &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(So Touched)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Maybe I should be less cynical, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-7330187415935142086?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7330187415935142086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=7330187415935142086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/7330187415935142086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/7330187415935142086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/04/too-free-for-my-own-good.html' title='Too free for my own good.'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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-22722509.post-5158327239399198897</id><published>2007-04-02T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:15:54.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth is out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/10.gif" border="0" alt="Testriffic IQ test"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just great. It turns out that I did indeed tear 2 of my ligaments. And they are complete tears, meaning that the tear is 100%. It's completely snapped in half and I'm going through with an operation. Even though the idea of making numerous incisions into my knee and removing other parts of my ligaments to reconstruct a new one and than having to drill into my bone to stabalise the knee with the new ligament sounds scary, I will still keep a stiff upper lip and get it over and done with as soon as possible. I got the therapy I wanted, I had physio today. It was quite scary because the guy wanted me to do standing broad jump with one leg and to do shuttle run. My standing broad jump with two legs have depleted to 170cm. Boo Hoo, thats 60cm gone! And my shuttle run has deproved by 4 seconds. I didn't dare exert much while running so I ran rather gingerly in case anything happens. I'm totally freaked by the operation, I wish they'd slice my leg open tomorrow so that I can start healing already! Either way, life goes on and I'm off to take a nap before finishing my Lit Essay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-5158327239399198897?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5158327239399198897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=5158327239399198897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/5158327239399198897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/5158327239399198897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/04/truth-is-out.html' title='The truth is out.'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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-22722509.post-8525208817406410311</id><published>2007-04-01T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:11:46.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg-9gP8ZhCI/AAAAAAAAA70/qhtMUjPCbng/s400/stars+are+blind.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh my god, I’m pathetic. I have a literature essay due tomorrow, economics and mathematics tutorials to do and project work possible ideas to draft up. But instead of doing all of this over the weekend, I spent it sleeping and watching television. Where did my weekend go? It seemed to just fly by. Cries, I’m so screwed. I shall do literature tomorrow night, deal with the tutorials in school and figure out PW on Tuesday. Six bloody issues of the Times have arrived and I have to even open one of them. I’m still at the first few chapters of Great Expectation. Current moment of weakness, maybe packing my bag will cheer me up. Haha, I’m eccentric. Seeing things in order, organized, makes me feel somewhat better. Guilt plagues me but I’m still blogging and after this I’m actually going to watch more television. I suck. I need a huge bout of will power to just slap me in the face. I need therapy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-8525208817406410311?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8525208817406410311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=8525208817406410311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8525208817406410311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8525208817406410311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/04/breaking-down.html' title='Breaking Down'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg-9gP8ZhCI/AAAAAAAAA70/qhtMUjPCbng/s72-c/stars+are+blind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-6995366285841118994</id><published>2007-04-01T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T15:35:20.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048348089196839602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg9V1v8ZgrI/AAAAAAAAA48/vOSGd8oY70w/s400/feet+collage.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-I got bored while waiting for cheerleading practice to start. So I played around with Aaron's phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m starting to blog about events in a &lt;u&gt;week&lt;/u&gt; instead of those in a &lt;u&gt;day&lt;/u&gt;, which is probably because I’m really &lt;strong&gt;busy&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;worn-out&lt;/strong&gt; from school. It’s strange to think of myself being like this because having an injured leg should make me really free since I don’t have to go for training anymore. However, I guess responsibilities with regards to Sports Day kept me in school till the wee hours, helping out with cheerleading and making the identities, decorations etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can’t say that I did much for cheerleading because even when I was there, all I could do was just stand/sit around and occasionally give my opinion to people. I’m just thankful that I was able to be there to help in whatever way I could. I’m also thankful that my mom finally allowed me to stay back for cheerleading. She was on the verge of going berserk last week when I asked to stay back to help. Maybe it was the full moon, I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIDEOS from cheerleading.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole and Mark.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVlqfNF5rFs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVlqfNF5rFs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaron &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the one from 07S44)&lt;/span&gt; doing his flips.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vougy1lI7JY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vougy1lI7JY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sports Day&lt;/strong&gt; was fun on the whole. I mean getting the house to keep their spirits up in the pouring rain wasn’t exactly exhilarating. But watching people I know run their events, the cheerleading and the general highness of it all was good, even though this is my &lt;em&gt;third year&lt;/em&gt; experiencing Sports Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048349931737809714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg9Xg_8ZgzI/AAAAAAAAA58/y23UR7F65yo/s400/440807165_f406fc01a5.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-The mascots! &lt;strong&gt;SO NICE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048349923147875090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg9Xgf8ZgxI/AAAAAAAAA5s/qQj7iozG8Ro/s400/440804730_976f3cae89.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048349927442842402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg9Xgv8ZgyI/AAAAAAAAA50/C0-scpEH1c0/s400/440804910_807b9d6622.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Raraing the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048348106376708834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg9V2v8ZguI/AAAAAAAAA5U/x0lCl2BpNIc/s400/xiang+ling.+me.+yi+ci.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048348114966643442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg9V3P8ZgvI/AAAAAAAAA5c/cuvTCWtFLh0/s400/JIA+YU!.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleading was screwed up thanks to our school’s sucky&lt;strong&gt; P.A crew&lt;/strong&gt;. Honestly, I think the school should have let Aquila do our routine once more. We ended up being fifth for Cheerleading, but an overall&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for Sports Day, so YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048349918852907778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg9XgP8ZgwI/AAAAAAAAA5k/ZGtYSGFykuA/s400/KU+GUA!.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-My phone camera SUCKS! If you can't see, it's &lt;strong&gt;KU GUA&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048352659042042882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg9Z_v8ZhAI/AAAAAAAAA7k/I-wv44GnbA0/s400/draco.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Haha, I know I'm in&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Aquila&lt;/span&gt;, but this photo is &lt;strong&gt;priceless&lt;/strong&gt;. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048348093491806914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg9V1_8ZgsI/AAAAAAAAA5E/moPE9Rp9Htc/s400/grease+collage.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Haha, whilst preparing for cheerleading. Attempting to achieve the grease look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AQUILA CHEERLEADING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048350309694931794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg9X2_8Zg1I/AAAAAAAAA6M/GdrQ-bHDADo/s400/440810765_936731c0e1.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048350313989899106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg9X3P8Zg2I/AAAAAAAAA6U/SBQDqgLrTzI/s400/440810959_292cbd77ce.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048352654747075570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg9Z_f8Zg_I/AAAAAAAAA7c/TRyzV-GLJlI/s400/aquila%27s+final+pose.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE WON !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048352659042042898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg9Z_v8ZhBI/AAAAAAAAA7s/MyXPWMrKIWM/s400/we+won!.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048350953940026338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg9Ycf8Zg-I/AAAAAAAAA7U/OcRMj9eag7E/s400/sports+day+champs.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to rush off after cheerleading because I had an appointment at CGH to get a MRI scan. I’ve finally found out what MRI stands for. It means &lt;strong&gt;Magnetic Resonance Imaging&lt;/strong&gt;. They made me change into the surgical robe which was of really poor quality. The Velcro wouldn’t stick and I felt somewhat exposed in it. I can’t believe I actually lied &lt;strong&gt;motionless for half an hour&lt;/strong&gt;. The person in charge couldn’t stress enough the importance of me lying still because apparently even the slightest movement would cause the whole procedure to restart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048348093491806930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg9V1_8ZgtI/AAAAAAAAA5M/5BHlp7LtyjI/s400/MRI+collage.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other &lt;u&gt;major event&lt;/u&gt; that happened in the week was &lt;strong&gt;Arts Day&lt;/strong&gt;. The theme: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arts in Reality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I managed to escape all the talks and workshops that had been organised for us by grabbing one of the tags that were meant for the people in Artery. I spent the rest of the morning with Yvonne and Darren in the concourse, watching the SAF band set up. There were some strange performances in the school which I really didn’t see how it was related to Arts Day. Things such as an &lt;em&gt;ice cream vendor&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;cookies and cupcakes sale and fire eating&lt;/em&gt;. However, any excuse for a day off from school is fine by me, I ain’t complaining about having&lt;strong&gt; Arts Day&lt;/strong&gt; again next year. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRAFFITI ART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048350322579833746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg9X3v8Zg5I/AAAAAAAAA6s/GpEtQ1L6tbo/s400/437497893_5e053c31f5.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048350941055124386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg9Ybv8Zg6I/AAAAAAAAA60/JDNODXKRq4w/s400/437565912_14de5af117.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SAF BAND.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hands down the best band there that day. The rest were ...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048350945350091698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg9Yb_8Zg7I/AAAAAAAAA68/cbho6a3G3g0/s400/437592698_702d4b8419.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIRE EATING.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Not that impressive, really)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048350949645059010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg9YcP8Zg8I/AAAAAAAAA7E/fxbfr2-_LQM/s400/437593282_f962348b4e.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048350953940026322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg9Ycf8Zg9I/AAAAAAAAA7M/M348jP59sUM/s400/437596439_7a623a1209.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BELLY DANCING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048350313989899122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg9X3P8Zg3I/AAAAAAAAA6c/8tiBpnM29Xo/s400/437495720_891ec78891.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048350318284866434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg9X3f8Zg4I/AAAAAAAAA6k/8_GQnHtZ1Pg/s400/437497021_141ae2b844.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that Sports Day is over, it means that &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;house comm. nominees’ speech and voting is coming up soon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I’m really not confident at all about getting into house comm. even though I really want to. I guess all I can do now is just come up with a kick ass speech, get as many people as I can to vote for me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(haha, shameless)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and leave it up to fate. I’ve only come to realise how &lt;strong&gt;political &lt;/strong&gt;things can be during the &lt;strong&gt;nominee stage&lt;/strong&gt;. Maybe that’s why Juliana pulled up from Draco nominees last year. What with all the &lt;em&gt;sucking up&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;fake-ness&lt;/em&gt;, I’m surprised at how well I’ve held my tongue. But I guess all the politics will be gone once you get in. Perhaps that’s when people reveal their &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;true colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-6995366285841118994?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6995366285841118994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=6995366285841118994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/6995366285841118994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/6995366285841118994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/04/sports-day.html' title='Sports Day'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rg9V1v8ZgrI/AAAAAAAAA48/vOSGd8oY70w/s72-c/feet+collage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-4219327912126620595</id><published>2007-03-25T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T15:13:04.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cages]] Trapped like a rat</title><content type='html'>Currently listening to music on my computer, which is actually &lt;u&gt;uncommon&lt;/u&gt; for me because I typically have the television on instead. I realise that I have a lot of old music in my computer that I have lost my liking for. I’ll possibly start deleting them soon, but not now of course. I’m too lazy, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cages&lt;/strong&gt; was a &lt;u&gt;disappointment&lt;/u&gt;. The only good thing about the show was the &lt;em&gt;cinematography&lt;/em&gt;. The cast was really &lt;u&gt;bizarre&lt;/u&gt;, but I think there may be some inherent meaning behind it even though I can’t really pick it out. I’d just die if Mrs. Jay says something like, the movie was really revealing wasn’t it, because it would mean I &lt;strong&gt;failed&lt;/strong&gt; as a literature student to not be able to see what was so revealing about it. Personally, I think it was all over the place. Maybe the movie director wanted it to be abstract. Well, it was definitely abstract, with an abrupt ending to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AFTER THE SHOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045751767977873202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RgYcf9sezzI/AAAAAAAAA4A/fs7-XEkciMQ/s400/how+green.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045751772272840514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RgYcgNsez0I/AAAAAAAAA4I/gumuxIttPEA/s400/how+green+(1).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045751772272840546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RgYcgNsez2I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ZHerzsK7_xE/s400/pek+cek+ah!.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PEK CEK AH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045751772272840530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RgYcgNsez1I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/81IZ1rCwMgY/s400/mocking+chao+ah+lians.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Our attempt to mock Chao Ah Lians who do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like travelling on buses! At least there is a higher chance of getting seats on buses than on the MRT. I took bus 2 all the way to &lt;strong&gt;Lavender&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday before switching to the MRT. I was comfortably seated with my music blasting and the April issue of lime in my lap. The best thing about bus rides is that I can avoid stares more easily because I just chuck my crutch in some obscure corner by my side and people don’t really pay attention. Oh, but some nice lady offered me a seat at &lt;strong&gt;City Hall&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha, but I was only one stop away so I politely &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I hope)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; declined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crutch is &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;slowing me down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Honestly I think I can walk on my own two feet now, in all literal sense. I mean I still limp a bit and my calves are dying when I get home, but I’m going nuts because my crutch is posing to be such a big &lt;strong&gt;obstruction&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045752193179635586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RgYc4tsez4I/AAAAAAAAA4o/j9oymL-oprQ/s400/nice+quote.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-I saw this whilst shopping for YH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RgYg5dsez5I/AAAAAAAAA4w/ZVJmbxfDJBA/s400/rainy+road+collage+(2).JPG" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045756604111048594" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-It was raining like a bitch and I got bored waiting for my mom to come get me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some book sale going on in &lt;strong&gt;Carrefour&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;u&gt;one book costing $3&lt;/u&gt;. I bought two, haha even though there were some other interesting reads. I guess they were not interesting enough to make me want to buy them. Damn, I should be reading &lt;strong&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/strong&gt; but I’m reading &lt;strong&gt;Just Friends&lt;/strong&gt; right now. And I just know that I’ll end up reading the two new books that I bought instead of &lt;strong&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Wilfred Owens’ poems&lt;/strong&gt;. This reminds me, I should really do my work later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045751763682905890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RgYcftsezyI/AAAAAAAAA34/hbSlaErHWbc/s400/cheap+good+books.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Let the object of objection be but a dream,&lt;br /&gt;As I cause this ob(scene) to be unseen.&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/22722509-4219327912126620595?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4219327912126620595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=4219327912126620595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/4219327912126620595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/4219327912126620595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/03/cages-trapped-like-rat.html' title='Cages]] Trapped like a rat'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RgYcf9sezzI/AAAAAAAAA4A/fs7-XEkciMQ/s72-c/how+green.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-4416440635148430150</id><published>2007-03-23T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:20:55.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a nutshell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RAWR&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;screw blogger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, it just ate up one of my entries. Fortunately it wasn’t a long entry. It’s the first time something like that has happened. Anyway, as I had mentioned in my entry that got deleted, I have &lt;strong&gt;five &lt;/strong&gt;ulcers! Boo hoo; it’s retribution from all my bitching. It’s been an interesting week, especially with returning to school on Monday in crutches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were asking what happened to me, either out of &lt;strong&gt;concern&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;curiosity&lt;/strong&gt;, or maybe even &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt;. It got tiring after a while, answering the same question over and over again, but I’m appreciative of the concern, if it is concern that is. I’ve never got injured in my entire life and the first time that I get injured, it has to be so severe, sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being injured, I have managed to occupy myself satisfactorily for the whole week. On &lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;, I went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to get stuff to do up the &lt;u&gt;house&lt;/u&gt; notice board, I stayed back to help make &lt;u&gt;house&lt;/u&gt; identity on &lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;, went for physiotherapy on &lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;, did up the &lt;u&gt;house&lt;/u&gt; notice board on &lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt; and did the &lt;u&gt;house&lt;/u&gt; banner on &lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;. My life is pretty much &lt;u&gt;house&lt;/u&gt; oriented right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my classes/tutorials except for Geography are now on the ground level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physiotherapy wasn’t what I expected it to be. To me, physiotherapy is going to the hospital to do a variety of exercises that strengthens the knee/leg and a bit of icing to bring down the swell. However, my appointment was more like a check up where by the doctor just did stuff to my knee, asked a few questions and prescribed me a new set of knee guards. My new knee guards are like stockings. They start from my ankles and stretch all the way up to my thighs, &lt;em&gt;like slim wrap!&lt;/em&gt;-haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045153380249292530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RgP8RNsezvI/AAAAAAAAA3g/_N1aLfXvgSI/s400/OREO.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OREO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG THANK YOUS&lt;/strong&gt; to Dan, XCB and Yvonne – for helping me out with the notice board even though they didn’t have to. It was unquestionably much easier to do the notice board with their help because it takes more than a pair of hands to get everything together. But oh my god, the gym alley was like a &lt;em&gt;sauna&lt;/em&gt; and I was sweating like a pig when we more or less called it a day. It’s not really done yet. It didn’t turn out the way I had hoped. Maybe I over did the worms, haha. Either way, I hope to finish it before sports day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045153388839227154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RgP8RtsezxI/AAAAAAAAA3w/-B_rkXw2nFc/s400/notice+board.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG THANK YOUS&lt;/strong&gt; to Faith, Eunice, Dan, Yi Ci, Xiang Ling, Michelle, XCB and Yvonne – for helping with banner painting today. And &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOUS&lt;/strong&gt; to Jonathan and Nicolas too – for lending their moral support. At least they turned up to be with the class. Banner painting is a nightmare, even though most of the painting was done by Faith, Eunice and Dan. I just sat on the chair and attempted to speed up the paint drying with a mini fan. It wasn’t really effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t until when everyone had already left when Yvonne discovered a better way to dry the banner. The air conditioning structure thing that expels air is quite near the area where the banners are being painted. So we basically took the banner there and held it in front of all the hot air until the paint got nice and dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045153371659357906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RgP8QtseztI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/PtdTjvRg3d8/s400/aud+and+i+with+banner+(1).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045153371659357922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RgP8QtsezuI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/tCzqRNvzV6k/s400/the+gang+in+cave+painting.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045153384544259842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RgP8RdsezwI/AAAAAAAAA3o/Se3GRZmenEA/s400/house+banner+by+class.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for town after that where we had &lt;strong&gt;Pasta Mania&lt;/strong&gt; for dinner. I think I’m in love with that place. Speaking of eating, it’s been ages since I last been to &lt;strong&gt;Sakae&lt;/strong&gt;! People can get annoying at times, especially when they stare at my crutch as if they’ve never seen anything like it before. I wish I had a “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;See What See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” T-shirt, I swear I will wear it wherever I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got really pissed off on the MRT just now. I was standing from &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somerset all the way to Paya Lebar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and I only managed to get a seat, not because someone gave it up to me, but because most of the&lt;strong&gt; aunties&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;corporate middle-aged women&lt;/strong&gt; had already snatched their own seats. The most infuriating part was when I alighted at &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tanah Merah&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and wanted to take the elevator down. The &lt;strong&gt;corporate middle aged hags&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;aunties &lt;/strong&gt;ran into the elevator and all I could go was just glare at them, hold my tongue &lt;em&gt;in case I swear&lt;/em&gt;, and walk towards the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching &lt;strong&gt;Cages &lt;/strong&gt;tomorrow, it better be good since I paid $8.50 for it despite my current financial status. Rawr, there’s so much to do over the weekends, tutorials, literature books to read and P.W. Apparently Channel 5 is going to air the first season of the &lt;strong&gt;Janice Dickinson Modelling Agency&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha, I’ve already watched it on Youtube but I can so bet that Singapore is going to &lt;u&gt;censor the hell &lt;/u&gt;out of that show. I mean its &lt;strong&gt;Janice Dickinson&lt;/strong&gt; we are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I finally got a thumb drive. My dad went to buy one today – is 2GB a lot of memory? I’m rather IT un-savvy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-An inconvenient truth waits to reveal itself. I can’t wait for it to be out in the open, but who knows how long it’ll take before that actually happens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-4416440635148430150?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4416440635148430150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=4416440635148430150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/4416440635148430150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/4416440635148430150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-nutshell.html' title='In a nutshell.'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RgP8RNsezvI/AAAAAAAAA3g/_N1aLfXvgSI/s72-c/OREO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-5362618089681143774</id><published>2007-03-18T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T23:17:44.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've mobilised !</title><content type='html'>Interesting Video that I found on Youtube. Tyra Banks speaks out about her weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7n_zno6z8TA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7n_zno6z8TA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I find people &lt;u&gt;amusing&lt;/u&gt;. Yi Rui commented that my blog is &lt;em&gt;hyperactive&lt;/em&gt;. And Jonathan said that I was &lt;em&gt;moderate(?)&lt;/em&gt;. Haha- what fascinating use of words. Anyway, I’m too impatient to wait for Zong to send me his photos from yesterday, so I shall make do with whatever I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’ve finally made it out of the house on my own since the accident. Amanda, Yvonne, Yu Hui and YY came to visit me earlier in the day. Haha, YH brought &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;bananas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and Amanda and Yvonne brought me lunch! We watched &lt;strong&gt;John Tucker Must Die&lt;/strong&gt; in my room. It was the only DVD that we managed to settle on because Amanda said no to majority of the DVDs. Haha, four girls and a guy in a bedroom with the doors closed. Fortunately my parents weren’t at home so any weird and uncomfortable questions were avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lumbered my way to Dhoby Ghaut in the evening to meet up with some of the V12 people. It’s Zong's Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZONG HE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;strong&gt;Manhattan Fish Market&lt;/strong&gt; for dinner. I didn’t even know that the place existed until after I went there yesterday. The original plan was to go to &lt;strong&gt;Hard Rock Café&lt;/strong&gt;, but apparently it was fully booked so we switched to Plaza Sing instead, which is actually a good thing because I have no idea where Hard Rock Café is. I just know that it’s at some &lt;em&gt;ulu pandan&lt;/em&gt; place in orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043279816811532770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rf1URd_y0eI/AAAAAAAAA2I/1YnkFZIBj1E/s400/menu.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043278506846507442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rf1TFN_y0bI/AAAAAAAAA1w/Zfn9r7Mpwqk/s400/mahattan+fish+market.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never eaten at &lt;strong&gt;Fish and Co.&lt;/strong&gt; before but according to some of them, the place was somewhat like Fish and Co. Either way, the food there was good, but you have to eat in &lt;u&gt;moderation&lt;/u&gt; because it’s really oily and after a while, you feel really bloated. Zong was nice enough to treat all of us to dinner, but from what I heard, he got quite a hefty sum from his dad for his birthday- haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043278485371670914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rf1TD9_y0YI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/9aEHgwjmnT0/s400/DINNER.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got him a watch, not those &lt;em&gt;pasar malam&lt;/em&gt; watches but one from &lt;strike&gt;swatch&lt;/strike&gt; Casio. It was rather late when we left because we met at around 7.00pm and hung out at the restaurant for almost 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043279799631663554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rf1UQd_y0cI/AAAAAAAAA14/jkqR2c0CZYM/s400/me,+isa+and+foo.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043279808221598162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rf1UQ9_y0dI/AAAAAAAAA2A/7mcYguAt6so/s400/me,+van,+isa,+foo+and+tina.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043279821106500082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rf1URt_y0fI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/qO-izYGlVaY/s400/outside+the+restaurant.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043279825401467394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rf1UR9_y0gI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/goM7C5oV4_4/s400/sihui,+vanessa,+ben+and+i.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043278476781736306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rf1TDd_y0XI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/WcviJrQKhG8/s400/candid+moment.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Strangely, I like this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043278489666638226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rf1TEN_y0ZI/AAAAAAAAA1g/GWd2FTbdcYY/s400/group+shot.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043278498256572834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rf1TEt_y0aI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Hm9dpg60gE8/s400/group+shot+(1).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School’s reopening. The holidays have literally &lt;strong&gt;FLEW&lt;/strong&gt; by. It didn’t really hit me until just now, when Aaron and Yi Xiang came to visit me and were &lt;strike&gt;bitching&lt;/strike&gt; talking about school stuff. Damn, there’s so much to do. I have to get supplies for house board, paint house banner, design house banner and do up the house board by this week. Two days are gone already because I end late on Tuesday and I’ve physiotherapy on Wednesday, brilliant. Its okay, it’s all in time management. And at least I don’t have to worry about training messing up my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Random Photo by Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043283196950794770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rf1XWN_y0hI/AAAAAAAAA2g/y8GbGz1Pqd4/s400/the+penguin!.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;CENSORED. LOL.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-5362618089681143774?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5362618089681143774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=5362618089681143774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/5362618089681143774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/5362618089681143774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-mobilised.html' title='I&apos;ve mobilised !'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rf1URd_y0eI/AAAAAAAAA2I/1YnkFZIBj1E/s72-c/menu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-3819007073388261744</id><published>2007-03-17T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T00:09:47.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Little Secret</title><content type='html'>I’m waiting for photos to blog.&lt;br /&gt;So in the meantime, here are a few more photos &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(of better quality)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042922964730926722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfwPt8ZyVoI/AAAAAAAAA0o/jpF0_b2v3t4/s400/PERSEVERE+B.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERSEVERE B! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042922969025894050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfwPuMZyVqI/AAAAAAAAA04/aA57046HpKQ/s400/swimming+in+the+upper+pools.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Swimming in the upper pools. I look super unglam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042923364162885298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfwQFMZyVrI/AAAAAAAAA1A/T9Gtr7wLo1c/s400/view+from+summit.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;View from the summit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042923368457852610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfwQFcZyVsI/AAAAAAAAA1I/I5A7bmBEgis/s400/getting+towed.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Getting &lt;strong&gt;TOWED&lt;/strong&gt; on the kayak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042922960435959394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfwPtsZyVmI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Pxqw3KDlG_Y/s400/hammock+like+beds.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The hammock like beds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042922960435959410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfwPtsZyVnI/AAAAAAAAA0g/tg_Vo4EL9Zo/s400/long+house.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The long house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042922964730926738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfwPt8ZyVpI/AAAAAAAAA0w/BsQI8bfBk_c/s400/night+walk+route.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking the nightwalk route for the second time in broad day light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just reading my entry about volleyball camp last year. I can’t really compare this year’s camp to last year’s camp personally, because both sucked, I just can’t remember how badly it sucked last year. Last year sucked because I wasn’t really integrated into the team yet, and this year sucked because…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I don’t know, as much as I dislike Mr. Chew, I’d rather he be training us than the VS coach. Maybe because when he trained us, the reserve team actually did something. I’m not really surprised at why the VJ reserve team, or at least those who aren’t as good as the majority, are treated as such. I mean just look at how the VS reserve team is treated. Haha, I laugh at myself when I think of how excited I was to finally have a coach at the beginning. He’s not really &lt;strong&gt;our &lt;/strong&gt;coach? He’s more like the main team’s coach. Honestly, I think I’ve learnt more from some of the people in my team than from him. But I still respect him nonetheless. I just wonder how things will change once the coach stops training us, after the J2s leave. I find it too taxing to continue with this subject, so I shall leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS. This is in such tiny font because it's basically random thoughts. Haha, I'm bored.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-3819007073388261744?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3819007073388261744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=3819007073388261744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/3819007073388261744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/3819007073388261744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/03/dirty-little-secret.html' title='Dirty Little Secret'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfwPt8ZyVoI/AAAAAAAAA0o/jpF0_b2v3t4/s72-c/PERSEVERE+B.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-8599486358070613367</id><published>2007-03-16T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T20:29:50.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn Ligament ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042497213212808706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfqMf8ZyVgI/AAAAAAAAAzo/KAd7EQo_Azk/s400/tristan(1010).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Icing my knee at the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RAWR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This sucks, apparently my injury is &lt;em&gt;more serious&lt;/em&gt; than I thought. There are four major ligaments and the doctor suspects that I may have torn &lt;u&gt;two&lt;/u&gt;, well at least he’s &lt;strong&gt;90% &lt;/strong&gt;sure that one is torn. If only one is torn, I can do away with surgery, just that I won’t be able to do too sudden movements with my knee once it heals. It two ligaments are torn; there’s a high possibility for the need of surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting to get my leg scan to check what’s really going on inside. Hopefully only one is torn. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;No better still, hopefully none is torn.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My leg is still really stiff and I can’t really straighten it. My physiotherapist is making me do these three forms of exercise to help strengthen my leg. I’m supposed to do them twice a day, before I ice my knee because the exercise will cause minor swelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the swelling to hurry up and subside so that I can go for the stupid &lt;strong&gt;MRI &lt;/strong&gt;scan and check if I need surgery or not! If I do, I want it to be as soon as possible. &lt;em&gt;Cut my leg open and fix those ligaments!&lt;/em&gt; I’m growing restless sitting and stoning at home, stuffing my face with food because I’ve nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of having an &lt;u&gt;operation&lt;/u&gt; is very &lt;em&gt;daunting&lt;/em&gt;. However, if I really need one, I won’t hesitate to say yes, because I want my leg to function as well as it can. Hopefully it won’t be a case where I run the risk of never walking again etc. &lt;strong&gt;Choy! Touch Wood!&lt;/strong&gt; This is taking too long. If only I were wolverine or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-8599486358070613367?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8599486358070613367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=8599486358070613367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8599486358070613367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8599486358070613367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/03/torn-ligament.html' title='Torn Ligament ):'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfqMf8ZyVgI/AAAAAAAAAzo/KAd7EQo_Azk/s72-c/tristan(1010).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-8395373673222333664</id><published>2007-03-15T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T20:32:13.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IP3 Leadership Camp ; Paka River Camp (PRC)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Tong … tong … tong …&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: Photos taken aren't of very good quality.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m back, yes we are all back from the &lt;strong&gt;IP3 leadership camp&lt;/strong&gt;, also known as, &lt;strong&gt;Paka River Camp&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(PRC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I’m only blogging now because I have been slept till 6.00pm on Monday. Haha, oh my that’s more than &lt;strong&gt;12 hours&lt;/strong&gt; of sleep. After that I rushed down to school for volleyball camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041821730821264882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgmJsZyVfI/AAAAAAAAAzg/oozERkoVWEU/s400/tristan(1008).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma’s a &lt;strong&gt;bitch&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I tore my ligament&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; during the last part of the camp. It hurt like fuck. I had to be ferried all the way to a 24-hour clinic because my dad didn’t see the point of going to a hospital. There, I waited for about &lt;strong&gt;an hour&lt;/strong&gt; in agony before the doctor saw me. I went home, took some pain killers and slept till early the next day where I went to &lt;strong&gt;CGH &lt;/strong&gt;for a check up. The doctor was randomly throwing out a lot of terms in which I didn’t really understand. There was the mention of a meniscus and apparently a part of my bone got ripped off when a part of my muscle got pulled or something. &lt;strong&gt;In layman’s term, I tore my ligament&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks because I will have to &lt;u&gt;miss house comm. camp&lt;/u&gt;. I hope this won’t &lt;strong&gt;jeopardize &lt;/strong&gt;my chances of getting in. My mother has officially imprisoned me at home till next Monday because I can only move around with the aid of crutches. Sighs, anyway I shall blog about happier things, namely the camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;First Day.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo hoo, it was a &lt;strong&gt;sad sad sad&lt;/strong&gt; way to celebrate my birthday, a very&lt;strong&gt; sad&lt;/strong&gt; way indeed. I spent the morning in front of LT5 loitering around with the rest of the 70 plus of us who were going. Once we were all set, it was a &lt;strong&gt;9 hours ++&lt;/strong&gt; bus ride all the way to the camp site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041815627672736130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfggmcZyUYI/AAAAAAAAAqo/JzewlF0ScgE/s400/the+long+long+long+journey.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride was amusing the say the least. I slept for 2/3 of the way there and spent the last 1/3 of it pigging out, cam whoring and talking. I named our bus the &lt;strong&gt;brothel bus&lt;/strong&gt; because the pink curtains and other little details that made it seem like a brothel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041815631967703458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfggmsZyUaI/AAAAAAAAAq4/___vkG65KgY/s400/unglam+way+of+sleeping.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041815365679730994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfggXMZyUTI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Oi8uzmcgcOQ/s400/on+the+back+of+the+brothel+bus.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041815369974698306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfggXcZyUUI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Ts2u7C43E60/s400/pringles!.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041815060737052946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfggFcZyURI/AAAAAAAAApw/Bo6sIikoMKE/s400/me+with+aaron+and+nic.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041815060737052930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfggFcZyUQI/AAAAAAAAApo/YvKMejWEHhI/s400/daniel%27s+h2o+pack.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041815052147118306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfggE8ZyUOI/AAAAAAAAApY/Co8GCQm65pY/s400/brothel+bus!.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only managed to get there by around 8.00 or 9.00 at night and by than, it was too late to carry out the ghost-busters night walk. So we only had dinner, set up the tents and hammock like beds before heading off to shower and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041815369974698322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfggXcZyUVI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/vUD0ePNowbo/s400/tents.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041815369974698338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfggXcZyUWI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Z727P5zasuU/s400/tents+(1).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;communal shower&lt;/strong&gt; was/is scary ass; thank god I didn’t use it at all when I was there. You can see people’s &lt;strong&gt;silhouette &lt;/strong&gt;at night for Christ sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041815374269665650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfggXsZyUXI/AAAAAAAAAqg/hHio1rLzjqs/s400/the+horrors.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accommodation sucked at the beginning. We had a 4 men tent with 6 people to squeeze into. But after we approached the trainer with our predicament, we were split up into 3s and Wilbur, Aaron and I had this nice huge tent with a make shift balcony to hang our clothes. The ground was terribly uncomfortable, so I gave up my warmth for comfort and slept &lt;strong&gt;ON&lt;/strong&gt; my sleeping bag instead of&lt;strong&gt; IN&lt;/strong&gt; it. The girls were lucky because they got the hammock like beds for 2 days while the guys had tents for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041815065032020258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfggFsZyUSI/AAAAAAAAAp4/0j-CC6Ga78g/s400/my+sleeping+area+for+2+days.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041815060737052914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfggFcZyUPI/AAAAAAAAApg/7IcuMolKWro/s400/camp+grounds.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041815627672736146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfggmcZyUZI/AAAAAAAAAqw/d1Vmc4iBbGU/s400/trainers%27+accomodation.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Second Day.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041816357817176498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfghQ8ZyUbI/AAAAAAAAArA/rkYegcwtVT8/s400/enjoying+nature.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persevere started the second day with &lt;strong&gt;orienteering&lt;/strong&gt; which I personally found mind numbingly boring. We learnt how to properly use a compass, how to take bearings etc. The trainers than brought us on this hike up some hill to collect dry stuff to burn for our &lt;strong&gt;backwoodsman cooking&lt;/strong&gt; later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041817659192267442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgicsZyUrI/AAAAAAAAAtA/qb4xUA2cOIA/s400/collecting+dry+stuff+along+the+way.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041817663487234754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfgic8ZyUsI/AAAAAAAAAtI/JQA1356aaeM/s400/hiking+up+some+hill.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041817663487234770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfgic8ZyUtI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/lY3jvIdEWB8/s400/orienteering.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041817667782202082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgidMZyUuI/AAAAAAAAAtY/V5Dokso4oFI/s400/persist,+persevere,+prevail.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041817916890305282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgirsZyUwI/AAAAAAAAAto/m0FfahB1niQ/s400/walking+back+to+the+campsite.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041817667782202098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgidMZyUvI/AAAAAAAAAtg/YF-ynu4Iu_Y/s400/results+of+orienteering.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Results of orienteering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fairly entertaining to look for dead twigs, branches and leaves to burn on the hike. Yi Rui plucked out this dead tree, Oo. The route was quite taxing and my dead plants went bald when we finally came out into a clearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041816701414560258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfghk8ZyUgI/AAAAAAAAAro/SZxaAyc-q6U/s400/learning+backwoodsman+cooking.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041816701414560274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfghk8ZyUhI/AAAAAAAAArw/MCqUrGx8USM/s400/learning+backwoodsman+cooking+(2).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041817066486780546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfgh6MZyUoI/AAAAAAAAAso/2Rq4bqXhj6E/s400/timber,+tinder+and+kinder.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lesson on how to start fire with the dry stuff we collected. My group got fire in a matter of minutes thanks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wilbur and his blowtorch&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha, cooking proved to be exigent because we had to cook the sweet potatoes, rice and fish properly and before we cooked the fish, we had to gut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041817233990505122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgiD8ZyUqI/AAAAAAAAAs4/7-YoNZSc-aM/s400/wilbur%27s+blowtorch+(imba).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041817057896845906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfgh5sZyUlI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/b_MkqLMPcmc/s400/starting+the+fire.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041817066486780562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfgh6MZyUpI/AAAAAAAAAsw/t3IzL2jl3i0/s400/we+have+fire!.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041816366407111122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfghRcZyUdI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Hl2lTK-cWRk/s400/cooking+the+rice+and+the+sweet+potato.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041816366407111138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfghRcZyUeI/AAAAAAAAArY/A8oJqRFXY0M/s400/daniel+trying+to+get+the+fish+cooked.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041816705709527602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfghlMZyUjI/AAAAAAAAAsA/sr94QEdE93I/s400/slacking+with+XCB.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041816710004494914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfghlcZyUkI/AAAAAAAAAsI/e1x9yj2i_B4/s400/slacking+with+zhang+yang.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041817062191813234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfgh58ZyUnI/AAAAAAAAAsg/jCITU9Oku2M/s400/the+fish+gutters.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041816370702078450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfghRsZyUfI/AAAAAAAAArg/CldM8TzCTSI/s400/gutting+the+fish.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fish was the hardest to cook but we managed to get the flesh white in the end, haha. I would say that the meal was pretty good. The rice was well cooked and the sweet potato went well with the rice. The fish tasted surprisingly delicious too. However, it turns out that there was lunch provided already in case we screwed up our cooking, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041816705709527586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfghlMZyUiI/AAAAAAAAAr4/ApSutlPoBfk/s400/our+tilapia+rish.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041817062191813218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfgh58ZyUmI/AAAAAAAAAsY/nwRL5fS65rE/s400/sweet+potato+rice.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we had a course in kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041816362112143810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfghRMZyUcI/AAAAAAAAArI/Q4RTgtmfPCI/s400/kayak+wet+run+and+raft+building.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They taught us how to peddle and gave us some fun facts about kayaking, such as where it originated etc. When I say fun, I actually mean &lt;em&gt;pointless,&lt;/em&gt; haha. We were than taught how to capsize and how to save ourselves when we capsized. There was no point in attempting to dry off after that because the next activity was raft building. Still, it was nice to sit on the pier watching other people capsize and attempt to flip their kayaks over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I felt &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;useless&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; during the next activity because I had no clue what to do, so I just stood around yanking at ropes to make the knots more secure. Well at least I didn’t prove to be such an eye power as someone else. Our raft ended up sinking but I believe we had fun desperately trying to peddle our way to shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;ghost-buster walk&lt;/strong&gt; at night was an experience. To hike up a hill at night with only one powerful torch light and one weak one is &lt;em&gt;not an easy feat&lt;/em&gt;. The solo part was fairly fear-provoking, I have to admit. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I got lost!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, thankfully I ran into Daniel amidst my wandering around. I was back tracking the wrong way. God knows where I would have landed up if I didn’t run into Daniel, haha. We were both lost and managed to find our way back eventually because we ran into a teacher. Haha, how pathetic, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Third Day.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, day 3 was a nightmare. It was the day where Persevere had our hike up the waterfall. It was definitely a huge testimony of our physical and mental ability to push our limits. The hike up and down was a total of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;875x2 metres&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I got somewhat infuriated along the way because it seemed like a never ending torture that we were all being put through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041818677099516818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgjX8ZyU5I/AAAAAAAAAuw/Dg93GDBD934/s400/on+the+way+back+to+the+long+house.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041818672804549490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgjXsZyU3I/AAAAAAAAAug/Qzg-92mUht4/s400/hutan+lipur+chemerong+(no+idea+what+it+means).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041818681394484130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgjYMZyU6I/AAAAAAAAAu4/o2n8su1mUwQ/s400/preparing+for+the+hike+up+the+mt.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041818320617231138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgjDMZyUyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/8t8vAX7a_CU/s400/before+the+hike.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041818320617231122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgjDMZyUxI/AAAAAAAAAtw/QXdI33pGlxY/s400/at+the+beginning+of+the+trek.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041818324912198450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgjDcZyUzI/AAAAAAAAAuA/lHDYxDFZoEQ/s400/climbing+up+the+roots.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041819050761671602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgjtsZyU7I/AAAAAAAAAvA/BcmF67fucl8/s400/repelling.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041818329207165778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgjDsZyU1I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/_yQIu2UOews/s400/crossing+the+suspended+bridge.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041818668509582178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgjXcZyU2I/AAAAAAAAAuY/WDAOCt1gb-U/s400/crossing+the+suspended+bridge+(2).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041819510323172354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgkIcZyVAI/AAAAAAAAAvo/4Da-IZ00bVA/s400/view+from+bridge+crossing.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041818329207165762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgjDsZyU0I/AAAAAAAAAuI/VB3frw2SOtc/s400/crossing+a+stream.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041819050761671618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgjtsZyU8I/AAAAAAAAAvI/eDQH8UsXeK8/s400/river+crossing+(1).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041819055056638930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfgjt8ZyU9I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/YBHNVwV4C5I/s400/river+crossing+(2).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there was &lt;strong&gt;one silver lining&lt;/strong&gt; to the terrible hike, and that would be the dip in the upper pool at the summit of the waterfall. Haha, the water was nice and cold. The rocks were really slippery so it took a while to get under the gushing waterfall. There’s only one word to describe the feeling, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHIOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! It was like some sort of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;natural Jacuzzi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041819055056638946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfgjt8ZyU-I/AAAAAAAAAvY/PaFo0j4PWMU/s400/the+lower+pools.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041819514618139666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgkIsZyVBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/CSWNXzSYlh0/s400/view+from+lower+pools+(1).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041819518913106978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgkI8ZyVCI/AAAAAAAAAv4/C6X5pJRr1gI/s400/view+from+the+lower+pools.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041819518913106994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgkI8ZyVDI/AAAAAAAAAwA/wGwapbBqpXE/s400/view+from+the+lower+pools+(1).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041819523208074306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgkJMZyVEI/AAAAAAAAAwI/CxMxd8BQIt8/s400/view+from+the+lower+pools+(2).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041819759431275602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgkW8ZyVFI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/AgevxtHuV8w/s400/view+from+the+lower+pools+(3).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041818672804549506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgjXsZyU4I/AAAAAAAAAuo/3t2UbUMhdMQ/s400/jove,+me+and+yi+rui+with+waterfall+backdrop.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041819059351606258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgjuMZyU_I/AAAAAAAAAvg/-IGRLTdfgsw/s400/the+upper+pools.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041819759431275618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgkW8ZyVGI/AAAAAAAAAwY/FKG-TCMU5rs/s400/view+from+upper+pools.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041819763726242930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgkXMZyVHI/AAAAAAAAAwg/CbSKwcaPSmY/s400/view+from+upper+pools+(2).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking some photos at the summit, we proceeded with our hike down the waterfall. We really slowed down during the descent because Ser En was&lt;strong&gt; injured&lt;/strong&gt; and was struggling a lot. &lt;em&gt;You're only as strong as your weakest member&lt;/em&gt;. The trainers were definitely anxious to get us down fast because nightfall was approaching. It got really dark when we were somewhere near the bottom. Fortunately three of us brought torchlight and the three just happened to be really powerful. So with the aid of the torchlight, we managed to get to the bus in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, the guys moved up to the long house where the hammocks like beds were, and the girls moved into the tents. Haha, oh my god the difference was &lt;strong&gt;huge&lt;/strong&gt;! I slept really well that night, even with people talking downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Video of the waterfall. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;(You'll have to tilt your head to the left to view it.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DWUebDZhHH0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DWUebDZhHH0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’ll be a long time before I ever kayak again. I was actually looking forward to this activity, but as they say, &lt;em&gt;too much of a good thing can be a bad thing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (33 KM to be exact)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The kayaking started off okay, in fact, at one point of time; YY &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my partner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I were in front of the pack. Haha we had to fall back because the trainer scolded us for going too fast. People who couldn’t keep up were getting towed and I guess that was what did it for me. While kayaking to the second checkpoint, I felt slightly demoralised and we started to lag behind. However, we missed getting towed by quite a bit. So when we left for the third check point, I switched to a single kayak and was right at the back of the pack with Crazy. Haha, we were trying to shake off the photographer who slowed down every once in a while to wait for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of us managed to reach our goal of getting towed and we were towed for quite a distance. &lt;u&gt;It was hands down the best part of the day.&lt;/u&gt; Lying on the single kayak with all four limbs in the water and the wind blowing in your face, it doesn’t get any better than this. We reached some beach where there was a nice view of the &lt;strong&gt;South China Sea&lt;/strong&gt;. I wouldn’t say that it was breathtaking, but it was an experience. I collected &lt;strong&gt;17 sea shells&lt;/strong&gt; from the beach, haha just for kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041820429446173954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfgk98ZyVQI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AutR0Fx1eVY/s400/sea+shells.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to change before we went back on the bus. It was the first time I changed in front of so many guys, Oo. Haha, okay enough said, we headed towards the villa at night. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally, hot water and a nice comfy bed to sleep on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041820425151206626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfgk9sZyVOI/AAAAAAAAAxY/f952rUdraEA/s400/radius+resort+villa+(our+last+night).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041820124503495874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgksMZyVMI/AAAAAAAAAxI/bW95hEsoFmQ/s400/living+area.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041820425151206610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfgk9sZyVNI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/2FSeIk5Q3Dw/s400/master+bedroom.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a nice buffet laid out for us during dinner, &lt;strong&gt;but it wasn’t that fantastic&lt;/strong&gt;. In fact I thought that the food we had at the camp site was &lt;u&gt;better&lt;/u&gt;. I guess the only plus side was that we &lt;em&gt;didn’t have to wash up after ourselves&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041820124503495858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgksMZyVLI/AAAAAAAAAxA/d_gtjZYy_bw/s400/it+aint+that+fantastic+afterall.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041820425151206642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfgk9sZyVPI/AAAAAAAAAxg/wZ-ihdaO6KU/s400/red+syrup+drink+with+kiwi+seeds!.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041820111618593922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgkrcZyVII/AAAAAAAAAwo/LKrh-DyZ5Zw/s400/dan,+me+and+zhang+yang+at+the+villa+during+dinner.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041820115913561234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgkrsZyVJI/AAAAAAAAAww/l6fge_ar6Nw/s400/dont+we+look+good!.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041820120208528546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfgkr8ZyVKI/AAAAAAAAAw4/zlxj6NyjgEc/s400/is+this+pic+too+blur.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041820687144211762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfglM8ZyVTI/AAAAAAAAAyA/mWFEMdhroUU/s400/yi+xiang+in+his+moments.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campfire or &lt;strong&gt;"camp-water"&lt;/strong&gt; was interesting. I didn’t know half of the songs that we were singing but I had fun trying to follow. The performances put up were interesting too! I’m glad there wasn’t any mass dance because I believe that everyone was exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041820682849244450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfglMsZyVSI/AAAAAAAAAx4/m4mRAxtvshA/s400/view+from+the+pool.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My villa consisted of &lt;strong&gt;Yi Rui, Zong He, Martin, Aaron Ng, Zhang Yang, Daniel and I&lt;/strong&gt;. Our air conditioning was out of order and it took over an hour before someone was sent to help us fix it. I didn’t suffer to severe sunburns, even though I did turn very two toned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041820429446173970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfgk98ZyVRI/AAAAAAAAAxw/NckZlraMtPg/s400/sunburnt+thigh+(see+the+stark+contrast).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us stayed up till 1.30 in the morning to bitch about stuff, haha my first time bitching with guys. Shared a King sized bed with Zhang Yang and fell asleep almost instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fifth Day.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day of many &lt;strong&gt;lasts&lt;/strong&gt; on the trip. We went to some roadside hawker center for our last breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041821022151660866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfglgcZyVUI/AAAAAAAAAyI/RS3bSUzQ8B8/s400/breakfast.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041821374338979282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfgl08ZyVdI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/8YkK_GjXY3g/s400/the+place+where+we+had+breakfast.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to the villa for our &lt;strong&gt;last&lt;/strong&gt; round of reflections. Than it was another long bus ride home to Singapore. Along the way, we had our &lt;strong&gt;last&lt;/strong&gt; lunch and dinner. Lunch was a $5 meal at pizza hut which was pretty hurried because we only had 15 minutes to chow down our food before we rushed back to the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041821026446628194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfglgsZyVWI/AAAAAAAAAyY/iDTM4RqSrRA/s400/durian+roti+boy.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041821370044011970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfgl0sZyVcI/AAAAAAAAAzI/A40RB8GsmsU/s400/strawberry+roti+boy.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was seafood and it only cost S$6. Food in Malaysia is really dirt cheap. At some point in time, many of our brains stopped functioning properly and our English went down the drain. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ownself remove the bone, haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041821370044011954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfgl0sZyVbI/AAAAAAAAAzA/NckOE01Igjk/s400/restoran+river+side+seafood+(only+RM%2412).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041821528957801954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfgl98ZyVeI/AAAAAAAAAzY/QNo3OefTAQY/s400/the+place+where+we+had+dinner.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041821022151660882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfglgcZyVVI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/h-G9v-xQ_FU/s400/dinner.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041821365749044626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfgl0cZyVZI/AAAAAAAAAyw/QUhvd6srkPY/s400/nicole%27s+past.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nicole's flash from the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t sleep as much on this bus ride and spent most of it talking and cam whoring, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041821065101333874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfgli8ZyVXI/AAAAAAAAAyg/ySn48K2tDPk/s400/group+shot+(ugly+but+worthy+of+keeping).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not a very well taken photo but I still like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041821069396301186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgljMZyVYI/AAAAAAAAAyo/EAZp4cHTWhs/s400/my+busmate.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My busmate throughout the entire trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041821365749044642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rfgl0cZyVaI/AAAAAAAAAy4/IC2k3jae8SE/s400/playing+with+lightsticks.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nicole's attempt to eat a chip without using her hands.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;First attempt. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uAhDbku1I9Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uAhDbku1I9Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second attempt. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fi-wPMzFW7s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fi-wPMzFW7s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third attempt. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/APQXbutp10M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/APQXbutp10M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Final attempt. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(It was successful)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B4JYwy8ua1M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B4JYwy8ua1M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Playing a prank on Xiao Xian.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mr0kPg3_UE0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mr0kPg3_UE0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached back VJC at 11.30pm, haha bringing home a lot of memories and truckloads of experience. &lt;strong&gt;On the whole, I would say that the trip was an enjoyable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, I hope my leg &lt;strong&gt;heals quickly&lt;/strong&gt;. It’ll be a while before I can walk normally again. &lt;u&gt;And who knows how long it will take before I can squat and jump and run.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cries*&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/22722509-8395373673222333664?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8395373673222333664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=8395373673222333664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8395373673222333664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8395373673222333664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/03/ip3-leadership-camp-paka-river-camp-prc.html' title='IP3 Leadership Camp ; Paka River Camp (PRC)'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RfgmJsZyVfI/AAAAAAAAAzg/oozERkoVWEU/s72-c/tristan(1008).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-4220198180233566294</id><published>2007-03-06T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:39:41.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre PRC Camp</title><content type='html'>Yay, the camp is finally coming. It’s tomorrow and packing for it has been quite a &lt;strong&gt;nightmare&lt;/strong&gt;. Turns out the water resistant bag my brother provided is too tiny. &lt;strong&gt;Yes, too tiny&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;u&gt;A bag that can allow a soldier to live out in the wilderness is too tiny!&lt;/u&gt; And now my mother is coming in every minute to double check if I have brought everything on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038834938450746450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Re2JrfwvHFI/AAAAAAAAApI/7rifUKQxID4/s400/luggage+for+PRC+camp.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it seems like the holiday has already somewhat started. Full day off, day off due to posting results and PRC camp, it’s like the march holidays have already began. Pepper lunch has this tiny little outlet at the &lt;strong&gt;Century Square&lt;/strong&gt; food court. Yes, now I don’t have to travel all the way to &lt;strong&gt;Takashimaya&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;LIDO&lt;/strong&gt; just to eat it anymore. It’s more or less the same price if you upsize it. And if you don’t upsize it, the portion is slightly lesser. I was rather annoyed by this &lt;strong&gt;stupid woman&lt;/strong&gt; who sat next to meet at the food court. She was complaining about how she felt so cheated because the portion was so small and there were no sauces provided. Hello! Its 2/3 the price and the sauces are at the counter for you to ladle into a small plate. Honestly, people like her shouldn’t open her mouth; &lt;em&gt;it’ll just make her more of an idiot&lt;/em&gt;. And the &lt;strike&gt;best&lt;/strike&gt; worse part was that she repeated herself like 10 million times, reminds me of someone actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around Tampinese to help Yvonne shop for the stuff that she’ll need for camp. This reminds me, I’ve yet to collect the money I spent on food for the trip from my mom. The rest of the day pretty much comprised of hanging out at Audrey’s house, playing metal slug on the play station and taking nonsensical photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038834938450746466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Re2JrfwvHGI/AAAAAAAAApQ/HRLNt402OdU/s400/mental.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Call Woodbridge! I've gone mental!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038834126701927362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Re2I8PwvG8I/AAAAAAAAAoA/qr4MJ71hJqY/s400/good+luck.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Notice the reverse in 福 all the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038834130996894674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Re2I8fwvG9I/AAAAAAAAAoI/grUQIGcVKnU/s400/good+luck+(1).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038834135291861986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Re2I8vwvG-I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/CRgkaW-2mpI/s400/good+luck+(2).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038834135291862002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Re2I8vwvG_I/AAAAAAAAAoY/vJvOISVCWEg/s400/good+luck+(3).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038834702227545090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Re2JdvwvHAI/AAAAAAAAAog/W87205JsDv0/s400/good+luck+(4).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038834702227545106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Re2JdvwvHBI/AAAAAAAAAoo/EovVizI4kyI/s400/good+luck+(5).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038834706522512418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Re2Jd_wvHCI/AAAAAAAAAow/KTzyaTu6ylA/s400/good+luck+(6).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038834706522512434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Re2Jd_wvHDI/AAAAAAAAAo4/fasdiJ2H4-8/s400/good+luck+(7).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038834710817479746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Re2JePwvHEI/AAAAAAAAApA/eH3VI1VziDY/s400/good+luck+(8).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so exciting, I’m officially turning &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SEVENTEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in about &lt;strong&gt;39 minute’s time&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sighs, I don’t think many people remembered and I’m quite sad about it. Oh well, at least the gang planned such a nice party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Meanwhile, I shall go dig my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;DRACO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; house tee out of my bag because V12 will synchronise our &lt;u&gt;dress code&lt;/u&gt; for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038834126701927346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Re2I8PwvG7I/AAAAAAAAAn4/l8GK8gymTVk/s400/byebye+yvonne2hill.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Say BYEBYE! to Yvonne2hill.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-4220198180233566294?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4220198180233566294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=4220198180233566294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/4220198180233566294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/4220198180233566294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/03/pre-prc-camp.html' title='Pre PRC Camp'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Re2JrfwvHFI/AAAAAAAAApI/7rifUKQxID4/s72-c/luggage+for+PRC+camp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-1202502773180136685</id><published>2007-03-06T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:27:54.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SEVENTEENTH x) [UPDATED]*</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DISCLAIMER: LONG ENTRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PHEW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I’ve finally finished editing all the photos. It took me almost&lt;strong&gt; two hours&lt;/strong&gt; to edit them and I have at last discovered &lt;em&gt;how to remove &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;red eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. But before I blog about the birthday party my &lt;strong&gt;lovely friends&lt;/strong&gt; organised for me, I shall talk about what happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mr. Short Sweet and Sharp&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; didn’t give us half day off; instead we had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FULL DAY OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, I still have my reservations as to whether he will give days off when all the sports season starts. Either way, most people had to stay back after the day off because there were &lt;em&gt;heats&lt;/em&gt; half an hour after dismissal and most of the J1s had to stay back for &lt;em&gt;OGL training&lt;/em&gt;. The J2s are even worse off with their &lt;em&gt;common test&lt;/em&gt; to mug for. Me, I went to throw shot put and came in &lt;strong&gt;DEAD LAST&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laughs bitterly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Oh well, at least I qualified for top 8 and I was 8th, hur hur. I’m &lt;em&gt;pathetic&lt;/em&gt; I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRINS*&lt;/strong&gt; I ate &lt;strong&gt;Crystal Jade&lt;/strong&gt; today; I finally got to eat their porridge again. So far I’ve only eaten the porridge twice, I’m deprived yes I know. Yi Xiang, Aaron and I went to Tampinese after that to shop around for stuff that we need for camp. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Spectacle straps, nylon strings, ponchos and sleeping bags&lt;/u&gt; are the toughest things to get, so if you haven’t packed it yet, I suggest you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hurry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept till around six in the evening when I received a call from Aaron asking me to meet him at the side gate of his condominium at 7.00pm. Haha, the surprise party was expected on my part. I can’t help but expect it, I tried my hardest not to read the signs, but I guess I’m too &lt;u&gt;observant&lt;/u&gt;. Haha my ego is growing. Let’s see what the signs were, Aaron talking over the phone about a $10 deposit &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(directly in front of me and I knew that to book a BBQ pit he had to pay a deposit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Aaron asking me if I was free tonight and YH asking me to bring her photo-shop along if we were to meet. Haha, I was trying to see how &lt;strong&gt;creative&lt;/strong&gt; Aaron was, so I made the comment about &lt;em&gt;not liking BBQs&lt;/em&gt; as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;casually&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as possible &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I actually do like BBQs, haha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sadly, he didn’t reply me. Oh but I think Audrey’s and Yvonne’s excuses that they came up with were quite well thought off, even though I sort of saw right through it. &lt;u&gt;When people start missing you know something’s up&lt;/u&gt;, and either way, I’m &lt;strong&gt;grateful&lt;/strong&gt; for the effort they put in to surprise me. My biggest hint was my &lt;strong&gt;twitching nose&lt;/strong&gt; which is like my sixth sense; I swear it nearly dropped off today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a &lt;strong&gt;bad feeling&lt;/strong&gt; about what they were all going to wear when I saw Aaron in that&lt;strong&gt; hideous&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NACLI&lt;/span&gt; shirt&lt;/strong&gt;. I bet you its &lt;em&gt;Chesty’s&lt;/em&gt; idea, haha. The entrance was nice, haha, it was like a tribal welcome and they were all donning &lt;strong&gt;flora printed pants&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038503271312178082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RexcB7Y0u6I/AAAAAAAAAnI/s0uFouf1UiM/s400/tribal+welcome.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to see Aaron’s mom, sister and brother at the BBQ pit helping with cooking the food etc. Haha, I thought it was really nice of them to help out actually, but I wonder if they were forced into it by their mother or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038503108103420786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rexb4bY0u3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/MHHTDRLeAaM/s400/oddball+couple.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The oddball couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038502871880219410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RexbqrY0uxI/AAAAAAAAAmA/LU--lG-Fnsc/s400/looking+at+my+new+shirt.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Looking at my presents.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038502871880219426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RexbqrY0uyI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Qysfre-ue6Q/s400/munching+on+sushi+and+looking+at+god+knows+what.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Err, random shot. I'm munching on the SUSHI they bought! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD, there was so much food. Haha, I’m under the impression that people think I’m a &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;bottomless pit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Haha, but I love BBQ crabstick and the slabs of pork drowned in honey were nice too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Re2G9fwvG5I/AAAAAAAAAno/ViGG4V3g1dk/s400/food+galore.JPG" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038831949153508242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Re2G-PwvG6I/AAAAAAAAAnw/KATVjP9AmsM/s400/plucking+bean+sprouts.JPG" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038831962038410146" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Plucking Beansprouts. HAHA, Crazy looks weird.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cake was actually a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;brownie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in the literal sense)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RezoIfwvG4I/AAAAAAAAAng/APcGASKJhvg/s400/CAKE+(or+brownie).JPG" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038657315783252866" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, the wish I made is the same one I make every year and somehow it never comes true. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hopefully it will come true this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE MY CARD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038503095218518834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rexb3rY0uzI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/iT1oWky71xY/s400/MY+CARD+(on+my+wall).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mounted on my wall above my bed.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038503099513486146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rexb37Y0u0I/AAAAAAAAAmY/iwl_nKhoF3U/s400/my+HUGE+ass+card.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have something to stick on my &lt;em&gt;boring &lt;/em&gt;walls. And I didn’t read the messages until like 5 minutes ago. I like messages, but I realise they are always more or less the same, hur hur. I love the presents too, half of it was expected and half of it wasn’t. Haha, it may be for the reason that I gave them this long list of probably gift options for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038503262722243458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RexcBbY0u4I/AAAAAAAAAm4/_nWuBpFMqQ8/s400/penguin+fan.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's actually on the tiny penguin fan, can you see it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038503103808453458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rexb4LY0u1I/AAAAAAAAAmg/zClbP6WHlXU/s400/my+new+clock+cum+calender.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My new clock cum calendar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038503267017210770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RexcBrY0u5I/AAAAAAAAAnA/CmkKJaWXwU0/s400/sushi+toy.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The weird SUSHI toy from Toys R Us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DuVnCqPwxN4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DuVnCqPwxN4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CAM WHORING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038506526897388482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rexe_bY0u8I/AAAAAAAAAnY/l5-qQIzVBTc/s400/%60nice+normal+shot.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nice, &lt;strong&gt;NORMAL&lt;/strong&gt; shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038502386548914802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RexbObY0unI/AAAAAAAAAkw/XIyuHIZBLto/s400/%60mimicking+the+HUGE+ass+card.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mimicking the photos on the card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038502635657018018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rexbc7Y0uqI/AAAAAAAAAlI/6MAhJwESNMY/s400/%60suan.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;酸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038502639951985330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RexbdLY0urI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/q5V_UFQlPlA/s400/%60tian.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;甜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038502377958980178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RexbN7Y0ulI/AAAAAAAAAkg/uJctBsHdc2w/s400/%60ku.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;苦&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Notice we are all looking at &lt;strong&gt;Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038502382253947490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RexbOLY0umI/AAAAAAAAAko/DynUTBWfcVg/s400/%60la.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;辣&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm the only "hot" one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038504465313086386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RexdHbY0u7I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/XdeQCw6pM8w/s400/%60ai.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;哀&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like this one the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038502631362050706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RexbcrY0upI/AAAAAAAAAlA/FkfLH3rQz6I/s400/%60nu.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;怒&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA, YY looks happy not ANGRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038502644246952642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RexbdbY0usI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Tj6C3WNTIss/s400/%60XIAO.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;疯&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Everyone at their most natural and candid moment.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cleared up everything before 9.00pm because &lt;em&gt;Boney &lt;/em&gt;wanted to go up to Aaron’s house to watch the last episode of that &lt;strong&gt;Channel 8 drama&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha, Aaron’s living room television is as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;abnormal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as he is. It took about 15-20 minutes to warm up and before it actually warmed up, we were staring at this blank screen that had a thin line of light in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038502644246952658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RexbdbY0utI/AAAAAAAAAlg/2kmRWRnznzw/s400/aarons+weird+television.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MORE CAM WHORING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038503103808453474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rexb4LY0u2I/AAAAAAAAAmo/h5hSjrRqB8A/s400/nic.dar.me.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nicole, Darren and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038502863290284770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RexbqLY0uuI/AAAAAAAAAlo/iGaBgWczSVc/s400/CONTACTS!.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Audrey, Yu Hui and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038502863290284786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RexbqLY0uvI/AAAAAAAAAlw/HBuLgkYezUQ/s400/dar+and+i+(not+a+very+nice+pic).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Darren and I. The photo quality isn't that good, but I'll post it anyway. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038502867585252098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RexbqbY0uwI/AAAAAAAAAl4/FE1LNX5xQ8w/s400/deer+in+the+headlight.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Haha, I know I'm not in the photo, but Nicole's expression is &lt;strong&gt;PRICELESS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to rush home, during the parliament speeches, just in time for &lt;strong&gt;Desperate Housewives 3.&lt;/strong&gt; Honestly, &lt;strong&gt;Felicity Huffman&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Terri Hatcher&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;can’t catwalk to save their lives&lt;/em&gt;. I love the advertisement for the show, but their catwalks are just hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, what a nice birthday celebration, I’m really &lt;strong&gt;grateful&lt;/strong&gt; for it. Today made me &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;appreciate&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my friends &lt;strong&gt;even more&lt;/strong&gt;, and I’m glad that it did. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LUB EUU ALL DIP DIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Omfg, Chao ah lian language)&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/22722509-1202502773180136685?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1202502773180136685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=1202502773180136685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/1202502773180136685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/1202502773180136685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-seventeenth-x.html' title='MY SEVENTEENTH x) [UPDATED]*'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RexcB7Y0u6I/AAAAAAAAAnI/s0uFouf1UiM/s72-c/tribal+welcome.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-6714702817833378390</id><published>2007-03-04T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T16:49:41.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have talons, you don't. [Updated]</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037758221565536226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rem2aUy3p-I/AAAAAAAAAkE/D9725RsOjpA/s400/tristan(940).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-I like this banner by 06V13. Didn't really notice the pun until today. Haha, yes I know I'm slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going &lt;strong&gt;nuts&lt;/strong&gt;! It just dawned upon me that I should have started my packing &lt;u&gt;way before today&lt;/u&gt;. I have &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;less than 2 days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to get &lt;strong&gt;RM$100 Malaysian currency&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;10 METRES of nylon string&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;wtf for?&lt;/em&gt;), a &lt;strong&gt;disposable poncho&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;batteries&lt;/strong&gt; for my torchlight, a &lt;strong&gt;whistle&lt;/strong&gt; and to hunt for my &lt;strong&gt;sleeping bag&lt;/strong&gt; which has inexplicably gone astray somewhere in my house.. In addition, having a &lt;u&gt;cranky&lt;/u&gt; mother help you pack your bag &lt;em&gt;(I didn’t ask for help, she forced her help on me)&lt;/em&gt; can be quite an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a &lt;u&gt;pointless&lt;/u&gt; day. My mom refused to let me out of the house in the morning because she insisted that I accompany her to pick my dad up. I’m glad to an extent that he is back, this means I can&lt;em&gt; sleep in longer&lt;/em&gt; on Monday and Wednesday, haha. Anyway, my mom’s refusal to let me leave the house permitted me at least an hour more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally managed to leave the house at around 1.00 in the afternoon and hurriedly made my way to school because I was suppose to help out with &lt;strong&gt;house nom stuff&lt;/strong&gt;. Turns out they were already done when I was on my way to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037758212975601602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rem2Z0y3p8I/AAAAAAAAAj0/pS8L1RnkG_Q/s400/P1000797.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CNY catwalk models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037758212975601618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rem2Z0y3p9I/AAAAAAAAAj8/mLS4qs7Hxd0/s400/P1020069.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The 8 AQUILA nominees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go anyway because I didn’t have anything better to do at home. Reached school and sat around with Aaron for about 2 hours, talking random stuff and watching the year 1 OGLs being enthusiastic and hyper about O2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so like I said, pretty &lt;u&gt;pointless&lt;/u&gt; day. We did some loitering at Tampinese before I headed home to rot some more. Currently having &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Devil Wears Prada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; playing on my television, I just love that movie. Haha, it’s like my third time watching it and I still don’t get sick of it. It just occurred to me that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it’s already March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Haha and it sort of sunk in when I bought this month’s issue of lime. &lt;em&gt;Time is passing by quickly&lt;/em&gt;, yes-maybe because it’s still the &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;honeymoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; stage of our JC life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway lacklustre me has nothing left to bore you people with, how depressing. Technically, it’s already Sunday. I’ll probably hit the sack once I’m done with my DVD. Hopefully the later part of the day would prove to be a bit more&lt;strong&gt; productive&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, atypical Sunday. Instead of doing my maths assignment and geog tutorial, I spent today playing the PS 2. Oh and there’s apparently GP essay to do because I was absent on Thursday, but I shall assume that I know nothing of it until Mrs. Leow nags me for it. I just don’t understand how people bring themselves to mug, someone, please share your secret with me! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;What drives you to mug?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, maybe a mugger should write like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"101 to mugging"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or something, I’m sure it will be a hot seller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, rotting on a Sunday gives me a lot of time to let my mind wander. Today, my mind wandered to thinking about what my &lt;em&gt;future&lt;/em&gt; will be like. Blog hopping has let me to realise that more and more people are wandering what their future holds for them. Hmm, I don’t think I would have ever gone to a polytechnic. Somehow the thought of getting into a polytechnic never crossed my mind. It’s probably because my mom has brainwashed me since young that the path I should take would be one from &lt;u&gt;secondary school to JC and than to university&lt;/u&gt;. And I think subconsciously I’ve always attempted to do better than my brother. Like get into a better secondary school and better JC and hopefully do better for my A’s. Hmm, maybe that can be my form of&lt;strong&gt; motivation &lt;/strong&gt;to mug, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People generally get better looking as they grow older, &lt;em&gt;according to the grapevine&lt;/em&gt;. However, I beg to differ, they are some people who seem to stay as ugly, and even worse, some who were originally somewhat good looking get uglier. I shan’t name names, of course for &lt;u&gt;political correctness sake&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind wandering came to a halt when I started packing my bag for camp once more. I’ve managed to get everything on the list after having myself some sort of &lt;em&gt;scavenger hunt&lt;/em&gt; at home. My brother’s army haversack is &lt;strong&gt;sticky on the inside&lt;/strong&gt;! &gt;&lt;’’ but it is apparently due to the &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;water proof&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; characteristic or what not that the bag has. Anyway, I plan on bringing that bag despite its sticky interior because I plan on keeping my stuff &lt;em&gt;nice and dry&lt;/em&gt;. I’m taking as much precaution as possible. I’ve labelled all my shirts because I don’t want them to get lost, I’ve yet to label my other item of clothing though, maybe I’ll do so tonight with my trusty permanent marker. I’m also bringing my phone despite the poor reception and I’m taking extra measures to make sure it’s dry. I’m putting it in a tiny zip lock bag and in a tupperware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr, another issue of concern occurred to me today. &lt;strong&gt;I don’t enjoy sleeping in tents&lt;/strong&gt;, so the first 2 nights for me is going to be hell. My brother just passed me his army mosquito repellent. He says that it is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;INDUSTRIAL STRENGTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and that I am to use it to the bare minimum. According to him, it can &lt;u&gt;remove paint&lt;/u&gt; and the &lt;u&gt;colouring on plastics&lt;/u&gt;! Haha, oh dear, it sounds like I’m wearing &lt;em&gt;thinner&lt;/em&gt;. Well, the repellent is supposed to be very strong, so I shall use it for the first night and see how things turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three&lt;/strong&gt; more days to camp!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (And coughs* something else of more importance, haha)&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/22722509-6714702817833378390?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6714702817833378390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=6714702817833378390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/6714702817833378390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/6714702817833378390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-have-talons-you-dont.html' title='We have talons, you don&apos;t. [Updated]'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rem2aUy3p-I/AAAAAAAAAkE/D9725RsOjpA/s72-c/tristan(940).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-4972887876077969589</id><published>2007-03-03T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T00:15:45.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sapphire and Faded Jeans :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037358458894526354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RehK1Ey3p5I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oVQmf_4qCmc/s400/tristan(938).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-I'm missing O2, wonder if it'll be any fun. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I just received an &lt;strong&gt;early&lt;/strong&gt; birthday card from a friend that I made a long time ago. It came to be quite a pleasant surprise, and the funny thing is that the card is in &lt;strong&gt;CHINESE!&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, that’s because this friend was one I met at my Chinese tuition group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Level results were released earlier today. On the whole, I assume VJC did well. We have &lt;strong&gt;100% distinction&lt;/strong&gt; for Chinese and like &lt;strong&gt;over 50% 3As or more&lt;/strong&gt;. I heard, though, that the stupid Chan Poh Meng doesn’t intend on giving us half day. &lt;strike&gt;FUCK HIM!&lt;/strike&gt; Grr, I &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;really wish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Mrs Chan was still our principal, I was actually glad to hear her voice over the P.A system today. I think it was nice of her to actually come back to check on how the 05 batch did. Sort of miss having her around, I mean, who doesn’t, especially if you compare her to &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Short Sweet and Sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, Desperate Housewives and Ugly Betty will be showing on Monday. I’m eagerly anticipating. FYI, Ugly Betty isn’t actually ugly. She’s actually some &lt;em&gt;Latina&lt;/em&gt; actress named &lt;strong&gt;America Ferrera&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(what a patriotic name, haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037358467484460978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RehK1ky3p7I/AAAAAAAAAjg/a_MViz76T74/s400/ugly+betty.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s really nothing much to blog about actually, I’m just blogging for the sake of blogging. Haha, I’m getting to know my fellow nominees and I’m glad to say that all of them seem somewhat nice. We’ve been meeting a lot actually, if I weren’t sick for the past two days, we would have met like 4 times already. *&lt;em&gt;And I just got news that we are meeting, AGAIN, tomorrow morning. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IP camp is coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I’m both excited and afraid. I hope it’s going to be fun, and I hope I won’t have to suffer a lot. Leeches, tents, hiking and a lack of plumbing- it &lt;strong&gt;does not&lt;/strong&gt; really all that appealing. Campfire, kayaking, outdoor cooking, swimming in a water fall- now that seems fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, we got back out EQ results and peer appraisal today. My EQ is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;below average&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! My highest subscales are &lt;strong&gt;Happiness&lt;/strong&gt; (106), &lt;strong&gt;Assertiveness&lt;/strong&gt; (106) and &lt;strong&gt;Self Regard&lt;/strong&gt; (100). Haha and my lowest subscales are&lt;strong&gt; Problem Solving&lt;/strong&gt; (67), &lt;strong&gt;Flexibility&lt;/strong&gt; (76) and &lt;strong&gt;Impulse Control&lt;/strong&gt; (76). Haha &lt;strong&gt;IMPULSE CONTROL&lt;/strong&gt;!!! It probably means I fly into rages very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s so ironic, my optimism isn’t really high, but I’m supposed to be really happy. So I guess it implies that I’m like the &lt;em&gt;dopey idiot&lt;/em&gt; that gets happy from &lt;u&gt;cheap thrills&lt;/u&gt;. As compared to people like Yvonne with high optimism but not that happy, it probably implies that they are idealistic and hence they are not that easily happy at times? I’m not sure, its all just &lt;u&gt;conjecture&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things that I picked up from my EQ results are that I’m &lt;em&gt;egocentric&lt;/em&gt;, my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;empathy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is similar to most of the general population and that I have &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;self confidence, self regard and self respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My peer appraisal was a waste of money. My flaws are the same old things, namely &lt;strong&gt;insensitivity, tactlessness, being critical, impatient and selfish&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh but I found something new though, apparently someone finds me &lt;u&gt;DOMINATING&lt;/u&gt;. Haha, that sounds.. weird. Subsequently, my positive attributes are also more or less the same old things. Haha, people say I’m &lt;strong&gt;humorous&lt;/strong&gt;, [&lt;strong&gt;LOYAL&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;FUN-LOVING&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(like a dog)&lt;/em&gt;],&lt;strong&gt; have a positive out look, frank, decisive (?), helpful and caring&lt;/strong&gt;. I believe there are many eye brows being raised right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;contradictions&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/em&gt;in what my peers had to say about me. Some say I give up easily, some say I preserve and finish what my group sets out to do. Some also say that I don’t build up rapport with people around me, while some say that my humorous disposition allows me to build rapport very easily. Hmmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037358467484460962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RehK1ky3p6I/AAAAAAAAAjY/v7kVF9X2O94/s400/tristan(939).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yvonne 2Hill Says HI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-4972887876077969589?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4972887876077969589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=4972887876077969589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/4972887876077969589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/4972887876077969589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/03/sapphire-and-faded-jeans.html' title='Sapphire and Faded Jeans :)'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RehK1Ey3p5I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oVQmf_4qCmc/s72-c/tristan(938).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-2059863797337792549</id><published>2007-03-01T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T21:34:23.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUGGER instincts</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036945557279786978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RebTTCakx-I/AAAAAAAAAhw/RWAHf420KkA/s400/my+heritage+(1).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036945565869721586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RebTTiakx_I/AAAAAAAAAh4/k5Iq3Rheu1c/s400/my+heritage+(2).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036945565869721602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RebTTiakyAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/ILhoFg8rmo4/s400/my+heritage+(3).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036945570164688914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RebTTyakyBI/AAAAAAAAAiI/alZTJZcc2hc/s400/my+heritage+(4).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036945570164688930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RebTTyakyCI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/4jJmKUy5wSo/s400/my+heritage+(5).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;left&gt;-HAHA, Solitary Confinement makes you do stuff.&lt;/left&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036946905899518002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RebUhiakyDI/AAAAAAAAAiY/rP927DpbY-U/s400/tristan(937).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Picture of the Fried Rice I've been harping so much over.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[NB:I made this myself x)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;coughs*&lt;/em&gt; I’m so proud of myself. I completed most of my homework&lt;em&gt;(maths tutorials, literature poems, general paper brain storming)&lt;/em&gt;, leaving only my Economics essay which I actually attempted to do, but failed because I skipped one too many lectures and hence, more than half the notes on &lt;strong&gt;Demand and Supply&lt;/strong&gt; is blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m returning to school tomorrow, finally. Not that I’m glad to have days off from school, but too much of a good thing may be a bad thing. And besides, I always recover faster if I’m in school. But my mom said that I should stay at home today because the flu medicine induces sleep. Haha -a &lt;u&gt;potential suicide option&lt;/u&gt;, if I ever contemplate suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How depressing, I heard that another Victorian has passed on. Sighs and I heard that it happened due to the 2.4km run during P.E. &lt;strong&gt;CURSE NAPFA!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Even though there may be other reasons behind the death which I’m not aware of, I shall still choose to blame it on NAPFA. Poor girl, I don’t enjoy the prospect of people dying, no one does I suppose. And I don’t even know the person, I can’t imagine if it happened to someone close. &lt;strong&gt;CHOY! TOUCH WOOD!&lt;/strong&gt; I believe my friends will all live to ripe old ages yes? I can’t say the same for myself though. I foresee diabetes, high blood pressure, high cholesterol and many other diseases that attack obese people like myself. Oh well, I’ll make sure I die &lt;u&gt;without&lt;/u&gt; regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr, I have to rush my Econs Essay tomorrow during the three-period break. Hopefully there is adequate time for me to finish it. In the meantime, I shall attempt to contact &lt;strong&gt;DARREN HO&lt;/strong&gt;, who has yet to return me my ear phones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-2059863797337792549?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2059863797337792549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=2059863797337792549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/2059863797337792549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/2059863797337792549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/03/mugger-instincts.html' title='MUGGER instincts'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RebTTCakx-I/AAAAAAAAAhw/RWAHf420KkA/s72-c/my+heritage+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-7977106240462967492</id><published>2007-02-28T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T14:08:55.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma's a bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="PH is EMO!" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/ReUcICakx9I/AAAAAAAAAhk/uNECb12j60w/s400/emo.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma just loves playing tricks on people. My plans to skip school today were successful, but I didn’t manage to get away without suffering several consequences. Instead of stuffing my face with junk food to the extent where I can’t move for the next hour, I was resigned to lying on my bed, tissue scattered all around me, popping pills and devouring &lt;em&gt;pipagao&lt;/em&gt; for a great part of the day. Just for the record, I finished 2 whole bottles of &lt;em&gt;pipagao&lt;/em&gt; by myself, so far this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I have dragged myself in front of the computer to do something before I crumble back into bed and read the rest of my Harry Potter. As I eye the pineapple tarts in front of my greedily, I shall try to divert my attention by reflecting about my life in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scoff at my attempts to do my tutorials diligently, ever since binomial, my maths tutorials have just been rotting in my file until the answers present themselves on the whiteboard. The same goes with geography and economics, I get increasingly lazy as the months pass by. The only work that I actually put in some effort to do would be Literature and GP. But than again, there isn’t much to do for GP. I find literature fascinating and a part of me wishes that I took literature back in IP. But than there’s the other part of me which doesn’t regret enjoying all the free periods we had last year. They should make science optional! Haha, yeah that’ll be the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall make a conscious effort to do some work in the later part of the day. Well, at least I managed to accomplish something today, haha I made my own lunch, and this time round, my fried rice had a nice balance of sweetness and saltiness, as compared to past attempts where my fried rice tasted like sugar. And I gave myself a treat today, I added prawns into my lunch, haha, yes yes, laugh with me at my cheap thrills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing much to blog about since nothing much has happened. And now I shall pop more pills instead of pigging out on pineapple tarts. &lt;strong&gt;Oh joy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-7977106240462967492?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7977106240462967492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=7977106240462967492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/7977106240462967492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/7977106240462967492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/02/karmas-bitch.html' title='Karma&apos;s a bitch'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/ReUcICakx9I/AAAAAAAAAhk/uNECb12j60w/s72-c/emo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-340493092454030334</id><published>2007-02-25T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T19:22:19.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays ain't that bad afterall</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035495936652833346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/ReGs4AwdckI/AAAAAAAAAhU/21R-C59CAmU/s400/cry+me+a+river.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGH!&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, that was an anxious “Argh”, because I can’t wait for the seventh and last book of Harry Potter to be released. I’m also anticipating the release of the 5th movie to in theatres. But that’s all going to happen only in JULY!!! That seems so long away, boo hoo. &lt;strong&gt;Deathly hallow&lt;/strong&gt;, haha the title seems &lt;em&gt;mysteriously enchanting&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be quite a number of February babies this year. So before I forget,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAN&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GARY&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BROTHER :)&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AARON LOW JUN WEI&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOUIS PUAH&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YONG SHENG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRHTDAY ALVIN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHIN HAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU ZHE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[/edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I can’t really remember who I have wished happy birthday to, so some of these wishes may be repeats.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundays are getting bearable, in my opinion, because I either, sleep for the entire day and wake up in the evening for dinner, or I occasionally go out. Today consisted of sleeping until early evening and going out to Tampinese for dinner. This isn’t good because I haven’t touched any of my homework, but I don’t really care right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, or at least I, had truckloads of fun shopping for new clothes for Yvonne. However, I only managed to take a few photos before this guy came over to inform me that photography wasn’t allowed. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;There is an increasing number of undercover staff in shopping centres these days.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; There’s one at parkway MPH who always catches Yvonne for bringing food in and now there’s one at ISETAN catching people who take photos. Anyway, it was time well spent because we helped Yvonne pick out two new bottoms. She so needs new clothes seeing as how she didn’t shop for CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035493797759119922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/ReGq7gwdcjI/AAAAAAAAAhM/WSqAdduD12k/s400/shopping.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really start packing my bag for the overseas trip soon. As early as it may seem to some, I’m absolutely terrible at last minute packing because I have a mother that goes ballistic if I tell her to buy a bunch of stuff by the end of a day. Oh dear, I’m being summoned downstairs to participate in this weird prayer thing my mom does every year. It involves frying, okay not frying but burning, of bamboos. It’s not that bad actually because when the bamboo gets burned in the religious bin or whatever it’s called, it sounds a bit like fire crackers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I don’t want Monday to come!!! :(&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-340493092454030334?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/340493092454030334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=340493092454030334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/340493092454030334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/340493092454030334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/02/sundays-aint-that-bad-afterall.html' title='Sundays ain&apos;t that bad afterall'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/ReGs4AwdckI/AAAAAAAAAhU/21R-C59CAmU/s72-c/cry+me+a+river.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-2532155359917296829</id><published>2007-02-25T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T00:07:22.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Comm. Nominees Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oh yay, I’m elated that I am a house comm. nominee. Such an overwhelming sense of relief to find out that I got in. But my sense of relief soon got replaced by a mix of other emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that there have been stuff said about me, &lt;em&gt;why ain’t I surprised?&lt;/em&gt; I’m quite depressed about it. Haha, I’ve actually written a whole page about what I felt, but I decided not to post it lest if offends anyone. I just want to say that people who have been saying I’m a shoe in, you are so &lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt;. The irony is that being a caplet doesn’t give me an advantage; &lt;em&gt;in fact it gives me a disadvantage&lt;/em&gt;. My negative attributes exemplified in contrasts to an over-rated few, my positive attributes discounted. So actually everybody else will have an easier time smoking their way in while I will have to work extra hard to make up for past “sins”. It’s kind of a double-edged sword I suppose. People may think that I’m good but the seniors think I suck. Well, I’m supposedly given a clean slate to work with. How clean the slate really is, I wonder. It’s always hard to erase past judgements. Either way, I shall try my very best to do as much as I can. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hopefully, it won’t be the case where everyone says “sure in” and not vote. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So everyone, &lt;u&gt;VOTE FOR ME&lt;/u&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-2532155359917296829?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2532155359917296829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=2532155359917296829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/2532155359917296829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/2532155359917296829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/02/house-comm-nominees-results.html' title='House Comm. Nominees Results'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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-22722509.post-1090037808974460060</id><published>2007-02-23T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T21:28:14.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICA = hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034720385818259970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rd7rhAwdcgI/AAAAAAAAAgo/hiwg9LcUDoI/s400/tristan(928).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICA building is the worse place to ever be. &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt;, I repeat, &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; ever go to that damn place if you can help it. I had to make a new passport yesterday, lest I get stopped at customs the day I head off for Malaysia with the school, and unwillingly made my way to lavender after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my ear phones still with Darren, the ride to Lavender seemed much longer than 10 minutes. I &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; the stupid system that everyone has to go through to make a new passport. The woman at the counter insisted that I take a new passport photo even though I already had one that I used for my IC. She fucking said that I looked different and threatened that if I didn’t take a new photo, I ran the risk of getting stopped at custom. So my paranoid mother brought me to take a photo which was pointless to begin with. After the photo came out I placed it next to my IC and asked my mom, what’s the difference? Even she couldn’t see the difference; the photo was &lt;strong&gt;95% identical&lt;/strong&gt; apart from the hair style and a thicker neck. And the stupid woman at the counter still had the nerve to say that I looked different after I handed her the new photo. I swear, if she weren’t working for the government, I may have very well made some snide remark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was a gruelling one hour before the passport was ready. The wait would have been much shorter if not for retarded people who spent ten minutes at the counter doing god knows what. All they have to do is check that their particulars match those on the passport, take a thumb scan and sign some document. Some people actually took 10 minutes to do all that. Sheesh, you’d think they were trying to ask out they woman at the counter. Okay, so much for not bitching, I think I’ve attained enough bad karma for the next week, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House comm. nominee results should be out by today, but I have yet to be informed by the Aquila house comm. people. Well, I take comfort in the fact that none of the other Aquila people who went for the interview have been informed. Haha, can you believe it, Phoenix has only &lt;strong&gt;FOUR&lt;/strong&gt; nominees. It seems more like they are already in than nominated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was more or less normal. Lessons were bearable and school ended early. We had a lot of time to burn before the IP meeting at 5.30. There was like 4 hours to burn because we ended school at 1.20. So Chesty, Crazy and I went to parkway for lunch. Haha, I got to eat Pasta Mania again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the time was more or less burned while we were helping Chesty shop for new bras. Haha, it was such a tedious process because it was so hard to find the right size for her. It was either to tight here or too loose there. Finally, she found a size that fitted her. Haha, she said that I could reveal her size, but I think I’d better not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034720394408194578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rd7rhgwdchI/AAAAAAAAAgw/1XBSybfZkG8/s400/tristan(931).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034720398703161890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rd7rhwwdciI/AAAAAAAAAg4/nR51fbVzvNM/s400/tristan(932).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chesty spent enough money to get a free pearl. It’s quite cool; Isetan has this promotion that entitles you to a free pearl for every $25 or $50 spent. You could have the pearl made into a necklace, ring, ear ring or bracelet. Yvonne didn’t want to waste her money so she gave the pearl to me! Haha, it’s a genuine pearl okay! I saw the guy pluck it out from the oyster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended our time of rotting with scoops before we trudged back to school for the meeting. I’m sure many people were surprised that I was in the camp fire committee. Haha, I myself was taken a back. They should have put someone like Daniel or Jovena or Nicole in my group. Oh well, it’s probably their last revenge on me, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a last minute decision to have dinner with some V12 people at Thaipan. Haha, I realised that Thaipan food is meant to be shared because you will get sick of eating one dish alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m skipping visiting tomorrow to go for training because I’m trying to avoid any scolding for missing training. My dad doesn’t seem too happy about it because I already didn’t go on Tuesday. Oh well, I have to make up for all the trainings that I’ll miss during week 10 and this is the only way I know how. Hopefully skipping all the good food at my dad’s boss’ house tomorrow won’t be wasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-1090037808974460060?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1090037808974460060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=1090037808974460060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/1090037808974460060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/1090037808974460060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/02/ica-hell.html' title='ICA = hell'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rd7rhAwdcgI/AAAAAAAAAgo/hiwg9LcUDoI/s72-c/tristan(928).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-3518733491892562727</id><published>2007-02-21T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T22:48:41.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Country 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033997332368945650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdxZ5wwdcfI/AAAAAAAAAgc/G5s3-UScmo4/s400/tired.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm dying from lack of sleep and exhaustion. I desperately need to fix my body clock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still under the weather! Blast my bloody nose, I feel like plucking it off. I finally completed my literature essay which was &lt;u&gt;due like before the start of CNY&lt;/u&gt;. My passport photo got rejected because it appears that my fringe was covering my face. Oh joy, so now I have go down with my mom tomorrow, after school, to hurriedly make my passport so that I can go overseas with my IP cohort for the March camp. I’m frankly and appallingly keyed up about it, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the left, to the left…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross country run today was intimidating. I really respect all those people who can run fast, they must really train a lot and train very hard indeed. The willpower they have must be immense. I feel so sorry for the girl who got champion for cross country this year, I heard that she miss the record by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ONE second&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was a road marshal and I managed to get out of having to stand at the guys’ halfway point! Haha, that’s because Mr. Wee was worried about this particular part of the route near the road and he wanted more people there. He was saying how it was a crucial point and that we must pay special attention to the runners around that area because they are cars driving at high speeds and turning around that area. Haha, it was funny that he wanted us to protect them. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Throw ourselves in front of the car when it is going to hit one of the runners? Well, I had a blast cheering for the runners and shouting myself crazy. Lazy Rachel Lee stopped at where I was and cheered along with me until it was time for her to walk back into school. Haha, anyway I’m thankful that I had someone I know to talk to me as I stood there for the whole 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquila came in &lt;strong&gt;6th&lt;/strong&gt;! Haha, that’s a huge change as compared to last year first position. Oh well, we’ll own sports day, I hope. It seems like all the sports people are in every other house except Aquila this year. Its okay, we will win with participation points, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for what was supposed to be a class lunch with A11 after cross country. Haha, it was actually only 7 out of 20 people who went to parkway together. Its okay, at least we ate &lt;strong&gt;Pasta Mania&lt;/strong&gt;. I have been craving it for the longest time. We sat around to chat and walked around for a bit before we all went our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed to Plaza Sing to meet my OG and was grateful to have Yi Ci, Nicolas and Dan accompany me there since they take the same bus. Meeting up with my OG consisted of more sitting down at Ajisan to talk and celebrate some of the Icarus’ people birthday. Haha, Yong Sheng is the first of the 6 of us to turn 17!!! &lt;strong&gt;Happy Belated Birthday!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Not that he will see this anyway, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed home because I had initially thought that my family was going to have steamboat tonight. It turns out that we are going to have steamboat tomorrow instead. Fantastic, I will be at training while they are happily stuffing their faces. I don’t even dare to ask to leave early, my head will probably roll, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have to stop bitching so much, it’s bad for my karma and overall health, lol. Okay,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;random&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS. Eeeks, Cheryl &lt;em&gt;(from house)&lt;/em&gt; just asked us to meet her tomorrow morning because she has something to tell us. If it is going to be the results of the interview, I hope I get in. &lt;strong&gt;Keep your fingers crossed people!&lt;/strong&gt; &gt;&lt;’’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-3518733491892562727?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3518733491892562727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=3518733491892562727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/3518733491892562727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/3518733491892562727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/02/sports-day-2007.html' title='Cross Country 2007'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdxZ5wwdcfI/AAAAAAAAAgc/G5s3-UScmo4/s72-c/tired.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-2590817776951279409</id><published>2007-02-20T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:42:00.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY day [3] (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033655448677216738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rdsi9gwdceI/AAAAAAAAAgE/BgHAhg199hk/s400/tristan(925).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I want to try more &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Green Tea&lt;/span&gt; flavoured food!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was by far the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; out of the 3 days of Chinese New Year. It has suddenly occurred to me that we have one less day of holiday this year because the first day of CNY fell on a Sunday. I feel so robbed, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up relatively early after a late night of just me and my DVD player. Damn, my body clock is going bonkers again. Dragged my lazy bum out of my bed and threw myself into the shower lest I fall asleep brushing my teeth. I have no idea how, but my contacts tore today. It’s a first for me, even though I don’t really take very good care of my contact lenses. It just tore, like when I opened my case, there it was lying in the saline solution in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore needs to be air conditioned I tell you. Someone should come up with a new form of fuel for energy that is in infinite abundance so that the whole of Singapore will stay cool 24/7. I was sweating bullets by the time I got to the bus stop. To add &lt;u&gt;fuel to my fire&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;literally&lt;/strong&gt;, I missed Amanda’s bus stop and ending up walking more than usual to get to her house. The best part is the word air conditioning is non-existent in Amanda’s house-&lt;em&gt;laughs bitterly&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, with chary planning, I was smart enough to wear a nice baggy shirt that kept me relatively cool once I found a nice spot to plan my ass-that is of course in front of the fan! We had lunch at Amanda’s house and watched dreadful concerts performed by Chinese artiste on Channel ‘U’ for 2007’s countdown to CNY. My addiction to &lt;strong&gt;Sims 2&lt;/strong&gt; has officially vanished. When I sat in front of Amanda’s computer with Sims 2 on the screen, the urge to play just wasn’t there. Haha, it’s not necessarily a bad thing. So that’s another obsession I lost this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone left for Nicole’s house after lunch, all the while sweating even after we reached the bus stop. The feeling of relief engulfed us all when the bus finally came and we were greeted by the nice cool air conditioning and availability of seats. Yay, Nicole has this nice executive apartment. &lt;strong&gt;I like executive apartments,&lt;/strong&gt; if I ever live in a HDB next time, &lt;em&gt;which is highly probable&lt;/em&gt;, I will buy an executive apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033655440087282130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rdsi9AwdcdI/AAAAAAAAAf8/235hI0e0sW0/s400/young+nic.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, adorable young Nicole. Before her plaits and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick tour of her house-it was our first time there for most, if not all of us- we settled in her living room while YY gushed over this guy on Channel ‘U’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033655435792314818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rdsi8wwdccI/AAAAAAAAAf0/joWCsXDhB6A/s400/group+shot!+(10).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033653442927489458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdshIwwdcbI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Hw6CtUbdYmY/s400/collage.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigging out on snacks cam-whoring and root beer managed to satisfy us for the next hour or so. But I got bored after a while and went upstairs to help Nicole to pick out some stuff to wear to Darren’s house. There was this interesting dress that reminded me of &lt;em&gt;kuahlapis&lt;/em&gt;. But she ended up wearing this interesting skirt and some PMK top. Which by the way she claims is “&lt;em&gt;ah lian&lt;/em&gt;”, but I’ve seen my fair share of “&lt;em&gt;ah lians&lt;/em&gt;” and it’s safe to say that what she was wearing doesn’t qualify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;OMFG, Nicole’s sister is like her splitting image&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just that their facial features are, to a very very very small extent, different. They have the same posture, same facial expression, almost the same hair style and height!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren’s house was the last stop. Finally, I got to play &lt;strong&gt;black jack&lt;/strong&gt;! It’s the first and only time I will get to play black jack this Chinese New Year, how sad is that. Poor Yvonne, she lost a lot of money. Everyone won apart from her and Nicole- and Nicole only lost $0.50. We attempted watch Dream Girls and The Holiday while playing, multi-tasking while gambling obviously failed. There was this point in time when someone asked: what’s she doing with that old man? And of course no one could answer, because no one was paying attention! Even now as I blog, I have Elizabeth Town playing on the television and I’m not sure what’s going on with Orlando Bloom and Kristen Dunst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got incredibly comfy in the living room because there was a lot of leg space and Darren was hospitable enough to switch on the air conditioning! I guess we were too comfortable to leave the house for dinner, so Nicole and I ordered in and stuffed our faces until it was time to leave. As usual, Pouty had air for dinner, it must have been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DELICIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It’s a new alternative to the &lt;strong&gt;WAFFLE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(singular)&lt;/em&gt; that she usually has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed going to my dad’s boss’ house today. But it doesn’t really matter to me because if I had gone to my dad’s boss’ house, I would just be sitting around, watching tone deaf people sing karaoke and wasting my time. &lt;u&gt;So what if I had fast food instead of delicious catered food that cost a few hundred dollars per person? The company enough was worth it.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- On a side note, I really cannot tolerate people who try to come off as nonchalant online. It’s rude and annoying and not cool-if you actually think its cool- and I just want to snap back. But the whole issue of politics and being politically correct refrains me from doing so, so I guess my little bitch fest shall stop here before this turns into a semi flaming entry.&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/22722509-2590817776951279409?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2590817776951279409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=2590817776951279409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/2590817776951279409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/2590817776951279409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-day-3-2007.html' title='CNY day [3] (2007)'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rdsi9gwdceI/AAAAAAAAAgE/BgHAhg199hk/s72-c/tristan(925).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-7047235751118200292</id><published>2007-02-19T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T21:17:49.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY day [2] (2007)</title><content type='html'>I’m terribly jaded right now. I just managed to sneak up and catch a breath from being a vivacious host, running around getting drinks and attempting to make small talk with people I haven’t seen in over a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually contemplating gambling, but my answer was quickly decided when my dad decided to become the banker, &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;. I won’t want to lose money to him even though I won’t mind winning money from him. Haha, yes I know I’m strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were bouts of drama this morning when I was awaken by my ex-maid jumping on my bed and handing me a red packet just as I was opening my eyes. Haha, it was nice to see her again. I’m sure everyone in my family agrees that she shouldn’t be a maid. She’s too smart to waste her time being a maid. My brother wants to hire her to work at his shop, but getting a foreigner to work in Singapore may take some heavy paper work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sink got clogged in the morning and my mom was screaming from downstairs to call a plumber. I always thought that plumbers just came with a plunger and sucked out whatever shit was stuck in the pipe. But I guess I’ve never really seen a plumber at work before because this plumber brought along some weird machine. I have no idea how it operates but I was semi-dumb founded at my ignorance to stuff like this. Hell, there could probably be a new and improved way to put out fire and I wouldn’t even know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033130483414561154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdlFggwdcYI/AAAAAAAAAfI/b9FeJH_rpp4/s400/tristan(924).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone got fed and stuffed with the heaps of food my mom had prepared, all the while nagging and mumbling about how everything was such a chore when she could have just fried a huge wok of vermicelli. But no, my mom is out to impress, with her popiah and other entrees that take eons to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to watch on television except some stupid show about a dog and baseball on channel 5. My model cousin actually made an appearance today. I seriously doubt her status as a model. Which model wears&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;transparent bra straps&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? If she was really a model, she should know that transparent bra straps-&lt;u&gt;which further accentuate your &lt;strong&gt;shoulder fats&lt;/strong&gt; and which are highly unflattering&lt;/u&gt;-ought to be done away with. She should have just bought herself a better bra with the money she earns, if of course she was a model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, I presume my presence, or therefore lack of it, has been noticed. Judging by how my dad is hollering for me, I better wrap up this entry for now and update it in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Yay I’m free from playing host! I think I’ve finally reach that point in life where I have developed a fear of eating popiah. I ate 5 popiahs by myself today, 3 for lunch and 2 for dinner. That’s a lot of popiah and I am now afraid to eat another popiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After chatting with my model of a cousin, I realised that modelling isn’t her full time job anymore. She is now working as a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;beauty consultant&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Now that term seems really vague, so I guess it could be a rather decent job, or it could suck a lot. It’s probably the former because she seems to be having a pretty comfortable life, carrying &lt;strong&gt;Louis Vuitton&lt;/strong&gt;, getting coloured &lt;strong&gt;contacts&lt;/strong&gt;, having her phone decorated like Xiaxue, being able to afford all those &lt;strong&gt;maximizer bras&lt;/strong&gt; of hers and having the money to afford the ton of makeup she wears. Of course the branded hand bag may very well be a &lt;em&gt;pirated good&lt;/em&gt;, but let’s just assume it isn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a photo of her, I think she looks nice in this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033231647074251154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdmhhAwdcZI/AAAAAAAAAfU/VMLr0sajdq8/s400/681276922l.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As compared to this one, of course, she looks fat here. Now it’s up to you to decide if she is a model or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033231651369218466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdmhhQwdcaI/AAAAAAAAAfc/XAuf35S82pA/s400/38546184326620l.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She blogs too! Here's an exercpt from her blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For the fact that I blog, I'm glad to express.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a person that can put my feeling to words easily.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps sometime or most of the time, I'll just junk it in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;throwing everything at the back of my head.&lt;br /&gt;therefore whenever I has the chance to speak my mind, I may just bladder everything out,&lt;br /&gt;regardless if it happy or sad. Then I guess if it a anger at the bottom of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup, I guess everyone can pretty much gather she blogs like an "&lt;em&gt;ah lian&lt;/em&gt;". Well she hides that fact about her pretty well because her blog mostly contains photos of herself and she actually talks without all the leh,lah,loh,hor. Or maybe that is just an act in front of the relatives. OR that she speaks mandarin most of the time. Haha. Either way, talking to her has led to me realise that she is at least 10 times better than the typical "&lt;em&gt;ah lians".&lt;/em&gt; She's smart, just stupid enough to be seduced by money into stopping school after her o levels. Oh and if anyone is wondering whether she went for a nose job, I honestly don't know. I don't remember her nose looking so sharp, but to tell you the truth, I also don't really remember what she looked like when she was younger-haha. Maybe it's just photoshop, she doesn't look this good upclose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was so-so overall. I met up with my old tuition teacher, my old maid and one of my mom’s generous friends. Haha, I got a nice fat red packet from her. Just as what I was told, I didn’t get to see my mom’s side of the family this year. That’s sixty dollar less. But its okay, I hardly interact with them anyway. Instead, my ex-maid gave me $10 and my ex-tuition teacher gave me $20! Haha so I guess that cuts my loss in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People started heading home around 3.00 in the afternoon, leaving only the adults who were playing mah-jong. I spent the rest of the second day of my Chinese New Year playing PS2 in my brother’s room. Haha, how sad is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of rooms, I really want to give my room a whole new look. I realise it looks nothing like what a teenager’s room should look. I have stuff toys from friends placed everywhere in my room. No wonder my relatives mistake my room for a guest room. I also have no idea what I have so many freaking books all over the place when I’m actually studying with notes!!! My first order of duty would be to remove all the stuff toys! Grr, I have to have the willpower to actually do something about it during the June holidays, I just&lt;strong&gt; HAVE TO&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-7047235751118200292?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7047235751118200292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=7047235751118200292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/7047235751118200292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/7047235751118200292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-day-2-2007.html' title='CNY day [2] (2007)'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdlFggwdcYI/AAAAAAAAAfI/b9FeJH_rpp4/s72-c/tristan(924).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-3074420949065209518</id><published>2007-02-18T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T22:23:43.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY day [1] (2007)</title><content type='html'>Okay, one day down, two more days to go. Today wasn’t as awful as I had predicted it to be. Firstly, I managed to get away with wearing a relatively dark coloured top-&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;olive green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be exact-and I’ve finally made use of the trucker hat I bought some time back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032879486257313714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdhhOje3t7I/AAAAAAAAAe8/kgGkkQUGnow/s400/tristan(923).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my collection of red packets isn’t that bad. But I may collect $60 less this year because my mom had some falling out with her side of the family, they all have apparently, due to reasons I am not suppose to know. My family is rather &lt;strong&gt;screwed up&lt;/strong&gt; if you have not realised by now, which is why I’m not close to them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting was &lt;strong&gt;MIND-NUMBINGLY BORING&lt;/strong&gt;. I sat around and stuffed my face while attempting to entertain myself by watching &lt;u&gt;soccer&lt;/u&gt;, of all things, on the television. I couldn’t even be bothered to gamble, I just sat around and watched the grown ups play their game of black jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for the fact that I’m actually in J1, gone are the days where I have to explain over and over again to my relatives what IP is. Now I just have to say J1 and VJC and it seems to register quite quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurred to me that my brother and I are the only kids left who still go visiting on my dad’s side of the family. Or at least we are the ones who actually stick around until the end of the day. It’s probably because I’m the youngest and everybody else is either my brother’s age or older. Hence this equates to them either being married, engaged, dating or just too old to bother with visiting anymore. But it’s not that bad because I don’t really bother myself much to engage in a conversation with my cousins. So it eliminates any need for me to make small talk, which, FYI, I suck at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have&lt;u&gt; two extreme types of cousins&lt;/u&gt;. I have cousins who were from RJC, who now have high flying careers and rake in 5 figure salaries. I also have cousins, who were from ITE, who only have O level education because they choose to pursue a career of modelling, who are older than me yet have the maturity of a 10 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don’t understand why that cousin of mine chose to be a model. She is the typical &lt;strong&gt;“ah lian”&lt;/strong&gt; who wears &lt;strong&gt;tons of make up&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;dresses to the bare minimum&lt;/strong&gt;. But she was smart enough to top her class or school for her O levels and was able to enter a rather decent polytechnic. But instead, she chose to stop studying and be a full time model. &lt;u&gt;The most interesting part is that she is short and is so not a size 2, even a size 4.&lt;/u&gt; Seriously, there is no shelf life to being a model in Singapore; someone should knock some sense into her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the day would probably be wining $70! Haha, actually I should have won $120. But my dad took $40 from me and my mom took $10. The funniest part was that I only played twice. I don’t know what the name of the game is in English, but I know it’s pronounced &lt;em&gt;“nor leng”&lt;/em&gt; in some dialect. Basically, it is a game whereby everyone forks out a certain sum of money to form this pool of cash. Everyone gets 3 cards and they judge who wins by looking at the last digit. The smallest digit is 1 and the largest is 0. Its &lt;u&gt;winner takes all&lt;/u&gt; so if you win, you get quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom lost $10 so I gave some of my winnings to her. The other $40 that my dad took was to pay for the last round of that game, which coincidentally enough, was won by my brother-haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also my two adorable nephews and my cousin’s dog to play with. I’m dreading the time when my nephews reach the age of annoyance, namely from the age of 7 to around 11. Suddenly the prospect of looking after a dog seems more appealing than having a child next time. Haha, and now I know why Dan's dog looks so familiar. Her's is exactly the same species as the dog my cousin owns, just that my cousin's dog is black and white instead of brown and white. Funnily enough, both dogs are named after baked goods, one cookie and one oreo. Oreo seems more fitting for my cousin's dog though. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, tomorrow is the day whereby people come by my house to do their visiting. This means more gambling, but this time round in the form of mah-jong, which by the way is strictly for grown ups only. Shucks, I hate playing host. Well at least my mom is making &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;popiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hopefully day 3 would be much better, if of course the group of us actually go out to go visiting together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-3074420949065209518?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3074420949065209518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=3074420949065209518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/3074420949065209518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/3074420949065209518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-day-1-2007.html' title='CNY day [1] (2007)'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdhhOje3t7I/AAAAAAAAAe8/kgGkkQUGnow/s72-c/tristan(923).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-7866107571792355712</id><published>2007-02-17T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T23:05:02.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY EVE</title><content type='html'>This is so annoying. I absolutely &lt;strong&gt;DETEST&lt;/strong&gt; Chinese New Year. I &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt;, I repeat, &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt; like my relatives one bit at all. Reunion dinners to me, are just another ploy to jack up the prices of stuff like fish and other seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is unique. We have our reunion dinner at home, just the four of us. Of course, my dad feels the need to be gregarious and invite my bachelor of an uncle and divorced aunt to my house for more&lt;em&gt; “festive spirit”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt has enough dignity to not come and assume the façade that she has someone to spend the holidays with. She probably does, seeing as how she is with this rich($$$) Caucasian who paid for her &lt;strong&gt;breast augmentation&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle on the other hand, shamelessly comes and is intelligent enough to devour the most expensive dishes laid out-&lt;u&gt;the fish and the abalone&lt;/u&gt;. It’s stupid to think that he has no one to spend this holiday with because he bought himself a &lt;strong&gt;Vietnam bride&lt;/strong&gt;. Since when has she mysteriously disappeared? I’ve never even met the woman, he’s probably too ashamed or something, which raises the question why he even bought her in the first place. He should have done us all a favour and spare the poor girl, bloody freeloader. I really pity her, I do. Oh well, life sucks for the majority of us. So much for not airing one's dirty laundry in public, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there’s the whole deal with visiting relatives on the first day of Chinese New Year. I guess the only good thing about this is that I get to collect red packets and I get an excuse to buy new clothes. But honestly, visiting gets boring after a while and yet my dad refuses to leave even when my brother and I have facial expressions screaming that we want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even partaking in the goodies that comes along with this holiday gets disrupted by my parents. I have to prevent myself from getting sick and fat, even though we only get to eat stuff like this once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambling gets boring, I don’t even know if I will gamble this year. In the past years, it was the only thing that kept me occupied and entertained. Haha, in fact it is probably the activity that bonds everyone together. Haha, how sad is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr, my mom is forcing me to don something bright, cheery and positively fluorescent. I was planning on wearing grey, haha. I wear whatever suits my mood, so wearing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is going to be hard. However, I shall avoid any drama that may unfold if I walk down the stairs in grey. Hence, it will be a horrendously bright coloured tee for me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to be less of a pessimist, I shall add another thing to the list of what’s good about Chinese New Year. It gives us students a nice long break. But if you really think about it, having to wake up really early so that the maid can pack the room before you leave the house or before the guest arrives, having to force yourself to be painfully cheery throughout the day and having to entertain guests that you wish you could slap isn’t much of a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I’m sure I will be able to survive this Chinese New Year. &lt;strong&gt;Than it’s off to face cross country-haha!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-7866107571792355712?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7866107571792355712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=7866107571792355712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/7866107571792355712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/7866107571792355712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-eve.html' title='CNY EVE'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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-22722509.post-3938682561665793523</id><published>2007-02-16T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T23:24:28.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY celebration 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032149874392938274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdXJpje3tyI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/HL6LL_6rqhA/s400/tristan(918).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-I get bored during Gym. Haha. (John the muscle man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the utter humiliation-haha- it was worth it because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;AQUILA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got second for this year’s Chinese New Year catwalk inter-house competition. I must say that I was thoroughly shocked that we actually came in second because I thought we messed it up. It’s the music I tell you, it was so bloody loud. Oh well, I don’t think anyone is to be blamed because we didn’t really rehearse so it went as well as it could have gone. Haha, still I’m thankful that all the last minute commentary writing and costume searching paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032150230875223890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdXJ-Te3t1I/AAAAAAAAAdo/vd_jnxB06l0/s400/damn+cool.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Haha, I think this dance was damn cool. Look at &lt;strong&gt;Jom-Tang&lt;/strong&gt; go!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032150230875223906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdXJ-Te3t2I/AAAAAAAAAdw/k8qDDfeRt1c/s400/my+catwalk+of+doom.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;&lt;'' I shall remember this for years to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032150235170191218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdXJ-je3t3I/AAAAAAAAAd4/p4XUPsf-XqE/s400/pegasus.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032150235170191234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdXJ-je3t4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/giaI_Vw9ZEo/s400/ursa+bra,+oops+i+mean+bear.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ursa Bra, oops I mean bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our commentary was good okay! Here’s what Cheryl read, &lt;u&gt;oh and a big thank you to her for being our commentator on such short notice! (:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Victorians have existed for like, err…forever! So, have you ever wondered how Victorians in the past used to celebrate Chinese New Year? Here’s how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long long long long long time ago, in the eastern region of the southern part of Asia, in a community known as VICTORIA; there lived the AQUILA family! A dysfunctional family they were, but still; a family. It was that time of the year, when you’d hear sleigh bells ringing! OOPS, I meant the dongdongqiang! The AQUILA family consists of THE PAPA who works hard &lt;em&gt;(pretty much)&lt;/em&gt; as a farmer on his chocolate coin fields, the triplets who are made up of two identical twins and the third one for some reason looks a lot better than the other two; but always lags behind probably caught up in her own beautiful world, where her family is normal and well, normal. Many would call the &lt;strong&gt;AQUILA&lt;/strong&gt; family quirky and crazy, and CRAZY they were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In anticipation of a better life, the farmer brings his dysfunctional family and the family pet-THE PIG to the city to start a new life! Upon reaching the city, they realized that the city was celebrating &lt;em&gt;*pauses awhile&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;in a voice full of awe&lt;/em&gt;. THE EAR &lt;em&gt;(YEAR)&lt;/em&gt; of the pig! So, in the spirit of things, the farmer chopped off the ear of THE PIG and made &lt;strong&gt;Bak Kwa&lt;/strong&gt; out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the family celebrates, the farmer leaves his old life behind and moves &lt;strong&gt;AHEAD&lt;/strong&gt; selling bak kwa made from pig ears &lt;em&gt;(makes sounds of lips smacking, says” surprisingly delicious!”)&lt;/em&gt; Being the decisive-cut-of-the-ear-now man he is, the farmer scatters his chocolate coins over all land, and out sprang GOLD! And together with it, happiness, prosperity and JOY for all of VICTORIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;*P.S Do not, we repeat, DO NOT attempt to celebrate the EAR of the pig through ceremonial cutting of any creatures. We would not be responsible for any legal actions that may be taken against you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with the lovely but &lt;strong&gt;abnormal &lt;/strong&gt;people of V12 for lunch after school. We had a hard time deciding what to eat because Pasta mania was out, Seoul garden and sakae were out, fast food and the food court were out. That didn’t leave us with much to choose from. In the end we decided to give V8 movie café a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032149891572807490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdXJqje3t0I/AAAAAAAAAdg/7IFjgkYj9mw/s400/doodle.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Something I doodled at some shop next to Gift a Name that had Manga Markers.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, &lt;strong&gt;NEVER EVER&lt;/strong&gt; go to that place to eat. The food &lt;strong&gt;sucks&lt;/strong&gt;- pasta mania is way better- and the portion is miserable. The complimentary soup that came along originally costs $3.80 and it tastes like it came from a can. I discovered something new today; &lt;u&gt;I think soft drinks with salt taste nice.&lt;/u&gt; Okay, it probably sounds DAMN weird, but give it a shot if you can. You only live once you know-haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032150544407836562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdXKQje3t5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/2m1lrlBHZ_M/s400/v8.+me+and+isa.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isa and I, the girl who crashed HCI.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032150552997771170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdXKRDe3t6I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jJywFcKes58/s400/v8.+me+and+louis.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on going home when the rest of the class people were going to bugis market to get ear rings, but I decided to look around and do some last minute Chinese New Year shopping. Clothes are really getting expensive and I think it’s because there has this big hoo-ha about how kids nowadays are getting more allowance to spend etc. This sucks, a decent pair of Bermudas cost nearly $30-$50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032149882982872882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdXJqDe3tzI/AAAAAAAAAdY/FaVQR6CPLGU/s400/bored+whilst+im+shopping.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chesty&lt;/strong&gt; doesn't like crowds. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I managed to find some really cheap ones at bugis market-should have just went with the class at the beginning- and I am really thankful that there are still places that sell pants for people my size. My sympathy goes out to all those bigger than me, I understand how hard it is to shop sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, survivor has started, I’m off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-3938682561665793523?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3938682561665793523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=3938682561665793523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/3938682561665793523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/3938682561665793523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-celebration-2007.html' title='CNY celebration 2007'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdXJpje3tyI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/HL6LL_6rqhA/s72-c/tristan(918).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-7444074113854864773</id><published>2007-02-14T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:14:43.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day 2007 &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;They've struck &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AGAIN!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031388793303185074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdMVcze3trI/AAAAAAAAAb8/bDbMQrXZ4Ac/s400/disaster!.bmp" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time round, someone new, but seemingly better looking, has joined them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031388801893119682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdMVdTe3tsI/AAAAAAAAAcE/dmA35e1_TQU/s400/tristan(907).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, hope you enjoy this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Valentines Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; treat, for all those who actually patronise my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031391250024478466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdMXrze3twI/AAAAAAAAAck/0Gg-JCg4Vt4/s400/haul.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031391228549641938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdMXqje3ttI/AAAAAAAAAcM/DyXXIpRlYnU/s400/APPLE+CRUMBLE+and+COOKIES.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031391232844609250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdMXqze3tuI/AAAAAAAAAcU/netf4leOgtU/s400/BROWNIES.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031391241434543858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdMXrTe3tvI/AAAAAAAAAcc/4oBCH6gPxfQ/s400/CUPCAKES.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031391254319445778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdMXsDe3txI/AAAAAAAAAcs/MofAYhIH4jE/s400/martins+present.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines Day is/was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-7444074113854864773?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7444074113854864773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=7444074113854864773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/7444074113854864773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/7444074113854864773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-2007-3.html' title='Valentines Day 2007 &lt;3'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdMVcze3trI/AAAAAAAAAb8/bDbMQrXZ4Ac/s72-c/disaster!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-7214632892527504085</id><published>2007-02-12T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T15:49:33.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A11 JTS and Aaron's 17th</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Arena&lt;/strong&gt; is shining a bad light on KC girls. The show is making them seem stupid by playing the scene when one of the speakers goes “huh?” at the word &lt;strong&gt;perceive&lt;/strong&gt;. Of course, this could also just reaffirm the &lt;strong&gt;perception &lt;/strong&gt;of KC girls that many people may have. Please don’t go huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I’m still sick! My nose is getting worse and my temperature is fluctuating on an hourly basis. Please let me get well soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suffering from exhaustion. Went for JTS at Danielle’s house in the afternoon yesterday and stayed over at Darren’s at night to celebrate Aaron’s birthday. I managed to sleep a bit in just now, which may explain why I am able to blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is terrible, A11 has people scattered all over Singapore. Future class outings are going to be a headache. I travelled all the way to &lt;strong&gt;ANG MO KIO&lt;/strong&gt; in the afternoon, ME! Haha, Ang Mo Kio okay, it took me a whole &lt;strong&gt;hour&lt;/strong&gt; even with my dad fetching me to the MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan’s house is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. How I wish I could have my own toilet and a walk-in closet. I’m considering renovating my room during the June holidays, but whether or not I will actually get down to doing it will depend on how lazy I am during the holidays. I don’t really see the point of JTS because it was just &lt;u&gt;eating Pizza and watching prison break&lt;/u&gt;. I guess it let us &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bond&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as a class. Which is a good thing, haha! Oh and of course we got to play with her &lt;u&gt;adorable dog&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged my lazy ass all the way to Darren’s house in the evening to help prepare for Aaron’s party. Everyone was busy decorating the room while Nicole and I were working on the notebook. The bananas that travelled all over Singapore with me finally managed to sit and rest in the refrigerator. It was quite badly bruised by the time it reached Darren’s, haha and I’m not even sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030672259614226034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdCJxDe3tnI/AAAAAAAAAa8/OqDDmplCj-0/s400/happy+aaron+birthday.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030672281089062562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdCJyTe3tqI/AAAAAAAAAbU/jOb9ndgaIwI/s400/collage.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne and I were so disappointed when we tried playing WWE smack down on Darren’s PS2. &lt;strong&gt;His PS2 sucks, it hangs!&lt;/strong&gt; So we settled for mah-jong, which gave way soon enough to a new game called HOMO. Okay, I don’t know how new that game is, but it was new to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad we sort of surprised Aaron with the decoration of the room. The yellow dress code surprised more or less failed, haha. Oh and I’m glad he was touched by the note book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030670696246130242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdCIWDe3tkI/AAAAAAAAAak/oC29F9C5PQ4/s400/SURPRISE!!!.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha I like this photo. And of course I wasn't really surprised because I knew what was going on. This is just me trying to make things more lively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030670704836064850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdCIWje3tlI/AAAAAAAAAas/8eQh5lxA1Xs/s400/opening+presents.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had too much fruits!!! The fondue was hilarious to say the least. Two out of three of the fire kept getting extinguished and we kept losing our fruits in the bowl of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;hazelnut &lt;/span&gt;fondue&lt;/strong&gt;. It was nice though, but really &lt;em&gt;“heaty”&lt;/em&gt;, which is probably why most of us felt sickly at night when we were going off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030670709131032162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdCIWze3tmI/AAAAAAAAAa0/yxVWVuUsZt0/s400/hazlenut+fondue.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030672268204160642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdCJxje3toI/AAAAAAAAAbE/pj6ej6YZHLc/s400/fruits!.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030672276794095250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdCJyDe3tpI/AAAAAAAAAbM/WgRVPuX1Sos/s400/eat+laugh+and+be+happy.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to summon every last ounce of energy in me today to go to school for the &lt;strong&gt;stupid IP3 meeting&lt;/strong&gt;. The meeting was really stupid in my opinion. It was just informing us of the availability of scholarships, a briefing on the March camp and making us do a survey. The scholarship talk should have been made optional for those interested, the survey could have been done on a normal school day and the briefing on the March camp could have just been emailed to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo, the &lt;strong&gt;quality &lt;/strong&gt;of the communal showers scares me more than the solo night walk. The toilet is so primitive; one blow of the wind and the whole place might just crumble. There was no roof and we will have to shower with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, they said that the facilities have improved since 2002, so hopefully they’ll at least have &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;showers, a roof and concrete walls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Either way, I think I will be able to deal with it, a worse case scenario would be one where I just jump into the river to get clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m rather excited about kayaking and swimming in a waterfall, but the hike up the waterfall is going to be hell. The idea of sleeping in tents for a day doesn't bode well with me. And my luggage is going to weigh a ton! Boo hoo, the trip will be fun and miserable at the same time, haha what an oxymoron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with the class for lunch after the whole IP3 meeting was over. I shopped around with them and was helping some of them to pick out Valentine presents for Wednesday’s gift exchange. Met my OG people for another lunch after that, thankfully I didn’t eat much with the class before that. It was quite a nice gathering, but we didn’t spend much time together because most had other errands to do after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030670687656195634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdCIVje3tjI/AAAAAAAAAac/qQITQQxm4Ac/s400/cherry+ear+rings+during+STJ.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Playing with FOOD.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t feel like going school tomorrow!!! But I shall go because I can’t afford to miss the house committee interview. And of course there’s also training, but that’s a whole other story. Maybe I will be able to miss school on Thursday, just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and I'm next in the birthday line!!! So exciting! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-7214632892527504085?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7214632892527504085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=7214632892527504085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/7214632892527504085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/7214632892527504085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/02/a11-jts-and-aarons-17th.html' title='A11 JTS and Aaron&apos;s 17th'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RdCJxDe3tnI/AAAAAAAAAa8/OqDDmplCj-0/s72-c/happy+aaron+birthday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-5444520189923210788</id><published>2007-02-10T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T02:00:58.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O'Level Results</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHA, I’m so happy over my higher Chinese results. I got a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! In your repulsive face, you loser Lau Meow Noi! I should have rubbed it into that stupid bitch’s face when she handed me my results slip. Haha, I made her eat her words about me taking Chinese again this year. I almost wanted to use the word proud instead of happy, but I realised there’s nothing to be proud of because I didn’t really put in effort. So it’s pure luck I suppose. Haha and I guess expecting a &lt;strong&gt;D7&lt;/strong&gt; really made this B3 a very pleasant surprise! The least you expect the happier you are I suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so depressing, school is starting to suck. I am constantly tempted to skip lectures and homework is becoming more of a chore. Well, at least there are stuffs along the way to keep me sane and alive until the weekend comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029593887815480802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rcy0_je3teI/AAAAAAAAAZg/_7S4xUYoU2Q/s400/AAAA.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The most attention grabbing posters around school. A picture speaks a thousand words. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029593892110448114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rcy0_ze3tfI/AAAAAAAAAZo/djvoDFABa8Y/s400/tristan(895).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Haha, there was something wrong with the lights in the LTs on Monday, so we had lessons in the dark. It may studying for Econs Test that day hard. In the end, &lt;strong&gt;only 3 people for A11 passed&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Sad&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029593896405415426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rcy1ADe3tgI/AAAAAAAAAZw/X_d2YpJU4NI/s400/tristan(903).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Introducing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YVONNE 2HILL!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VOTE for &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CHERYL&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ZE YI&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;GWENYTH&lt;/span&gt; for STUDENTS COUNCIL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK &lt;a href="http://www.victoriajc.net/vcsd/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TO VOTE FOR THEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve finally bought some stuff for&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;. I can’t really comprehend why anyone would not want to shop for this special occasion. Any excuse for new clothes bodes well with me. And the Chinese New Year atmosphere is starting to rub off on me! I’m humming to the tunes of the Chinese New Year song which I’m sure annoys more than half the teenagers of Singapore. I need to see a doctor about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cost of living in Singapore seems to be rising. Tee shirts are starting to cost at least $20 and even caps cost over $10. I did, however, manage to get a nice watch from Bugis Market for only $5. Haha, fine, so I’m not the kind of kids who are label/brand conscious, the watch is more for aesthetic purposes than functional purposes. Oh, I absolutely abhor rude shop owners. Seriously, they shouldn’t base the selling of their products solely based on the fact that what they sell is half of what the teenage population wears. One day, I hope another stall selling the same stuff with nicer shop owners opens up right next to theirs and steals all their business away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY CHEAP THRILLS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029593904995350034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rcy1Aje3thI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/zRoFjjwqqrw/s400/tristan(904).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The fan in Bugis Market is HUGE! It's says Huge Ass Fans on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029593909290317346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rcy1Aze3tiI/AAAAAAAAAaA/x8AwnrG-vTA/s400/tristan(905).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, ice cream from orange julius. Ok, I was being RANDOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have gotten back their O’level results. Congratulations to those with their inhuman numbers of distinctions and also congratulations to those who met their expectations. I’m not very good with consoling people, so cheer up those who didn’t do as well as they had hoped. Err, results aren’t everything? Haha, I end that sentence with a question mark because I myself won’t be convinced by it if I had done badly. But still, I feel the need to add that in. I hope the people that I like in my class, OG and team can stay in VJ. It’ll be damn miserable to watch anyone go &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(of course there are always exceptions)&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/22722509-5444520189923210788?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/5444520189923210788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=5444520189923210788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/5444520189923210788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/5444520189923210788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/02/olevel-results.html' title='O&apos;Level Results'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rcy0_je3teI/AAAAAAAAAZg/_7S4xUYoU2Q/s72-c/AAAA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-6398788594250068715</id><published>2007-02-03T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T02:07:24.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027290447283318658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RcSGBq0Jb4I/AAAAAAAAAZU/em7C3hxiHAo/s400/me.ben.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can’t seem to bring myself to do my bloody lit essay and binomial tutorial. I’m having shooting pains in my chest. I have a lot weighing on my mind. I’m a procrastinator. I’m sleep deprived. I’m feeling guilty for feeling so full. I’m wasting my time. I’m looking for an alternative. I’m not sure if I should be considering an alternative. I’m bored. I’m anxious, about house comm. matters, higher Chinese results and other stuff that isn’t safe to mention. I feel bi polar. I have built up energy stored in my waiting to be released. I felt rage. I felt defeated, distraught. I found motivation. I will prove you wrong. I want to watch EPIC MOVIE, dream girls and Norbit. I wish my homework would automatically vanish. I have an econs test to study for tomorrow. I want to pon school one day. I want liposuction and Davinci veneers. I want a new knee. I want a new watch, and other stuff that I can’t seem to have. I want this day to pass by quickly. I want more boxers. I need a happy pill. I want to be able to path maths one day. I want to pass lit. I want entertainment. I need stuff. I can’t say what stuff. I want to visit more foreign lands. I’m self centred. I want to smile sincerely. I want to dress fancy. I’m weird. I love. I hate. I bleed. I’m random and simple. I’m hard to read but easy to get to know. I’m contradictory. I’m cynical and pessimistic at times. I enjoy singing and being aloof. I like black and white pictures. I'm the only one from A11 online now. I have a cold. I will most likely do my homework tomorrow. I forgot to bring my math homework to school today to hand it in. I will watch the sweetest thing later at ten. I'm fighting against eating comfort food right now. I'm having breakouts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall end abruptly now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-6398788594250068715?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6398788594250068715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=6398788594250068715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/6398788594250068715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/6398788594250068715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-blogging.html' title='I&apos;m Blogging'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RcSGBq0Jb4I/AAAAAAAAAZU/em7C3hxiHAo/s72-c/me.ben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-4585356041882497471</id><published>2007-02-03T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T00:32:54.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxer Shorts</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026973783639551794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RcNmBa0JbzI/AAAAAAAAAYY/3AAG6pIjIUE/s400/grp+shot.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026973787934519106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RcNmBq0Jb0I/AAAAAAAAAYg/S3MZFrLX5OM/s400/in+the+neoprint+machine.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, school’s getting to be really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mundane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My efforts to keep on track with my homework have failed miserably. My math tutor is whizzing through all the tutorials. She’s finished the binomial tutorial and I haven’t even started doing it yet. Literature seems &lt;strong&gt;less&lt;/strong&gt; daunting, but less daunting is still very intimidating. Haha, I shall make an effort to clear as much homework as possible during the weekend. Hopefully I can keep to that promise because my brain seems to shut down when Saturday comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it’s relatively exciting. &lt;strong&gt;I’ve pon 2 lectures so far&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha, okay, that’s nothing compared to Trang who’s pon like a week of school? But still, I’ve never skipped lessons before, except during house comm. investiture last year. But even than, I already had an excuse to leave school early because there was a match later that day. I had actually planned to pon maths tutorial today, but when I peered into the room to check if the teacher was around, she saw me and my plans were foiled. Shucks, I guess there are still numerous opportunities to skip lessons in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has really happened in the past few days to really blog about. My mind hasn’t been working too well, probably due to my irregular sleeping patterns. I’m not getting my 8 hours of sleep a day. Hence&lt;strong&gt; sleep deprivation&lt;/strong&gt; makes my mind work less and nothing really thought inducing comes to mind when I sit in the lecture theatres stoning. I’m started to get freaked out by the JC system. The teachers are quizzing us on things they have taught and they seem to be expecting us to do our constant revision already. I’m not really the mugger type, so I think it’ll be quite a while before I actually get down to reading my notes after I chuck them away to keep my file light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to orchard with Crazy and Chesty today. We were supposed to be shopping for birthday presents, supposed being the operative word. We spent the afternoon sitting in Yoshi where the two of them were doing binomial and I was writing my short story for the house comm. application form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026974548143730514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RcNmt60Jb1I/AAAAAAAAAYo/3_dtC5EMmtw/s400/tristan(891).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Haha, our traffic light bottles!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I managed to complete the story in about an hour and we walked around orchard looking for the list of presents we had noted down a while ago. My legs need a good massage. We walked from &lt;u&gt;Cine to Heeren to Far East and than back to Wisma&lt;/u&gt;. The best part was, I wore &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;flats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today. Brilliant, my heel is currently throbbing, with blisters threatening to burst with the slightest touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026974556733665122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RcNmua0Jb2I/AAAAAAAAAYw/qo8eSaJZ-KA/s400/tristan(892).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something cool I saw while in the Cine toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t manage to buy anything that we had set out to buy, but we did manage to buy presents for other people’s birthday. Haha, I shall not reveal what was bought for other people, but the 2 girls bought me a &lt;strong&gt;Calvin Klein&lt;/strong&gt; top from Isetan as a form of an early birthday present. However, Crazy confiscated it and would only give it to me when my birthday came. Sighs, that’s a &lt;strong&gt;month&lt;/strong&gt; later before I get the nice tee shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the most exhilarating thing of the day was that I bought my &lt;u&gt;first pair of boxers&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;EVER!&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, okay I know it’s quite &lt;em&gt;retarded&lt;/em&gt; talking about undergarments, but &lt;u&gt;humour me&lt;/u&gt;. It’s the &lt;u&gt;first pair&lt;/u&gt; of boxers that I’ve own in my 17 years of living on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026974565323599730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RcNmu60Jb3I/AAAAAAAAAY4/wQ_UKLvPDMk/s400/tristan(893).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s called magic boxers and I bought them from &lt;strong&gt;77th street&lt;/strong&gt;. I didn’t know boxers were so expensive; they cost almost as much as a &lt;u&gt;cheap, ORIGINAL&lt;/u&gt; triumph bra. The boxers were very interesting. There were instructions to soak the boxers in water to get it to unfold. I amused myself by watching it unfold in my sink. Initially I wanted to take a video of it, but the unravelling of the boxers required both hands. I guess that’s how the boxers were coined the term magic. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Haha, okay. I'm assuming that after all this talk about boxers, my IQ just dropped 20 points.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading &lt;u&gt;Chua He Jin’s&lt;/u&gt; blog and I was actually able to relate to something that she had said. Imagine my astonishment, haha but ya, it’s true. She said that she doesn’t look forward to soccer trainings &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yes she is in soccer!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but when she is in it, she has a hell of a time. Okay, I won’t say that I have a hell of a time, but I agree with her on the fact that I don’t look forward to going to training, but when I do force myself to go for training, I’m glad that I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s especially so for &lt;strong&gt;gym&lt;/strong&gt;, which I dread a hell lot because of all the insane physical work outs. But it occurred to me that I try to psyche myself up with more motivating thoughts like losing weight or getting a better 2.4 timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I guess I’m sort of glad that at least I manage to have the self discipline to actually do something right. I need to work on my will power, if in fact there is anything I can do to salvage it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-4585356041882497471?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4585356041882497471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=4585356041882497471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/4585356041882497471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/4585356041882497471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/02/boxer-shorts.html' title='Boxer Shorts'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RcNmBa0JbzI/AAAAAAAAAYY/3AAG6pIjIUE/s72-c/grp+shot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-4815669019852542952</id><published>2007-01-28T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T12:37:02.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays come too soon</title><content type='html'>Okay, even though I should be at my desk conscientiously slogging away to clear up all my &lt;strong&gt;unfinished tutorials&lt;/strong&gt;, I’ve decided to blog first before I get down to &lt;em&gt;eventually&lt;/em&gt; doing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume that I’ve more or less caught up with all my overdue entries. I’m starting to dread going to school. Having to drag myself out of bed each morning, the process certainly isn’t getting any easier. Than there are the lectures, &lt;u&gt;monotonous sleep inducing&lt;/u&gt; lectures. The subjects that I’m taking right now are just going to get harder, and that’s not a nice thought to have in the head every time I’m stoning during a particular lecture. I’m starting to feel the stress, like A11 being the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;humanities scholar class&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with all the&lt;u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;really artsy IP people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; in there too. Literature is really distressing me, even though people are constantly saying that it’s manageable. I suppose it’s still too early to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on to happier things to blog about, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ITango&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had &lt;strong&gt;JTS&lt;/strong&gt; on Friday at &lt;strong&gt;Yong Sheng’s house&lt;/strong&gt;. I had ended lessons rather early that day, so I went to the igloo with few of my classmates and idled the time away. I think I’m still at a stage where things are still awkward once in a while when I’m around the &lt;strong&gt;A11&lt;/strong&gt; people. Like running out of things to say for example, haha, perhaps I don’t know much about the other party yet to find anything to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to meet Yong Sheng after he finished school. Then the 2 of us went to find You Zhe and Chin Hao before we left school. I’m glad that the three of them aren’t obsessed bridge players because that allowed us to play asshole Dai Di until the rest of the crewlet arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original plan was to sing in the karaoke lounge, but no one brought DVDs to sing along to. So we went up to the third story to swim. However, we took so long to get our butts ready to swim that it started to rain. Oh, people still swam alright; it was just that they were freezing their asses off while doing so. &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt;, no one would listen to my logical line of reasoning when I told them to just get into the water before they got dunked. Only You Zhe was smart enough to heed my advice and he managed to keep his only spare shirt dry, unlike poor Moses who had to change into uniform shirt and VJC p.e shorts after he went to shower. As for me, I stayed away from the water to prevent any possibility of an oil spill on my part. Thankfully I had people’s cameras and hand-phones with me, so that eliminated any ideas of throwing me in with all their precious technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us hung out in the room that Yong Sheng had booked, stuffing our faces with pizza, calamari and chicken wings. At the same time, there was also major cam whoring going on. I think I have a thing for photographs, a new craze if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024931092898606738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RbwkNK0JbpI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/dJ3LXsKMlEE/s400/group+shot+(2).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Normal shot. Look pretty everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024931092898606754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RbwkNK0JbqI/AAAAAAAAAWY/29EdTcCBXvI/s400/group+shot+(4).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay you can go nuts now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024931097193574066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RbwkNa0JbrI/AAAAAAAAAWg/XpiGc_HX3Fc/s400/J1s+(1).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;J1s!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024930848085470802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbwj-60JblI/AAAAAAAAAVw/6dj89lC-pfo/s400/dan.me.lihua.ys.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024930852380438114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbwj_K0JbmI/AAAAAAAAAV4/8MoweJ4do_8/s400/li+hua+forfeit.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Li Hua's Forfeit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024930852380438130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbwj_K0JbnI/AAAAAAAAAWA/osVIhZxswwI/s400/moses+forfeit+(1).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moses' Forfeit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024930856675405442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbwj_a0JboI/AAAAAAAAAWI/oWGAYfrpRK4/s400/me.ys.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The host and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for supper at about 9.00 plus and met Kai Xiang on the way. I was more or less expressing my worry about joining house comm. to May Yee. The application form is coming out &lt;strong&gt;next week, which is tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;! Took a cab home with the east people and we had a hard time trying to flag a taxi. Of course it was nothing compared to the &lt;strong&gt;New Year’s Eve incident&lt;/strong&gt;. I think flagging a cab in huge groups is detrimental to getting one fast, so I suggested only letting on person flag a cab and we managed to get a cab quite quickly after we walked to Katong mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 05V12 people celebrated &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Si Hui’s &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17th&lt;/span&gt; birthday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, yesterday, at her house. Haha, I was truly appreciative of the venue because it allowed me to sleep for quite a bit when I came home from training and it saved me a hell-lot-of time from travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played cards while waiting for the majority to arrive. I either didn’t know or forgot that dinner was going to be &lt;strong&gt;steamboat&lt;/strong&gt;, so it was a pleasant surprise for me. :) The only thing about Si Hui’s house is that she doesn’t have enough fans! Haha, so it was like reliving a sauna moment at Amanda’s house. Fortunately I was smart enough to hog the seat closest to the fan, so I stayed relatively cool throughout the course of dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed dinner a lot, what with all the random lame comments that people were making, the good company and the good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha the best statement of the night came from Tina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Do you watch Yan can cook? Well I’m Yi Yan can cook!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024932527417683698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbwlgq0JbvI/AAAAAAAAAXA/hY91UyasgPY/s400/steam+boat!.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Just like the one at YY's house.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024932772230819586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbwlu60JbwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/zDH7gdCC7bM/s400/me.tina.isa.zong.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me, Tina, Isabelle and Zong.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024932772230819602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbwlu60JbxI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/14URSJDHTlw/s400/rach.ra.me.ben.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pause the game to take a photo!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024932776525786914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RbwlvK0JbyI/AAAAAAAAAXY/h9Je6uOFrqE/s400/the+guys.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Haha, err.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Ben, Louis, Foo, Rach and I had a fun time playing 5 men speed/stress or whatever you want to call that game. The rules were bent so many times that I lost count and we wrecked havoc in Si Hui’s living room. Meanwhile, there were also a few people watching the Singapore versus Malaysia soccer semi finals on television. The rest of the group were still eating away, trying to conjure up some weird concoction in the soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed until the soccer match ended, playing mah-jong and 21 at the same time. I can’t upload any pictures that we took as a group with the birthday cake because they are all with either Tina or Benjamin!!! I shall hound them for the photos soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024932523122716354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbwlga0JbsI/AAAAAAAAAWo/PrQwzfODkjQ/s400/happy+bday+girl.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024932527417683666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbwlgq0JbtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/uCWh8GojG5o/s400/helium+bday+balloon.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024932527417683682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbwlgq0JbuI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0CWrhpNNGwU/s400/let+there+be+light.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, Monday’s always come too soon for me. The weekend isn’t long enough!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ps. I need to slim down. Haha)&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/22722509-4815669019852542952?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4815669019852542952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=4815669019852542952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/4815669019852542952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/4815669019852542952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/01/mondays-come-too-soon.html' title='Mondays come too soon'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RbwkNK0JbpI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/dJ3LXsKMlEE/s72-c/group+shot+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-6492170339751877721</id><published>2007-01-27T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T01:21:33.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in touch with technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Haha, I finally got back my internet connection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened to the modem and we had to get it changed. I felt so handicapped without my internet connection. But its back and I’ve gained a greater appreciation for my internet connection. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;u&gt;extremely tired&lt;/u&gt; right now, like seriously dying from lack of sleep. I’ve been reaching home relatively late, and even when I do get home early, I spent the time rushing last minute homework which is due on the next day. Haha, JC life is getting more and more hectic as the days go by, which isn’t a good thing by the way. This is supposed to be the &lt;strong&gt;honeymoon period&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;the first three months that is&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe it has been&lt;strong&gt; two weeks&lt;/strong&gt; since I last blogged. I feel so at lost with the cyber world, namely blogs, friendster and msn. But my fingers have been itching to blog since my modem started working again. So I’m like using every ounce of energy I have right now to stay up and blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memory is seriously deteriorating so I remember the last week in bits and pieces. The more significant things that happened were the &lt;strong&gt;OG barbeque&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Tina’s birthday celebration&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG barbeque was on Friday and I hung out with busty and crazy at parkway before I left at four to meet my OG at Giant. It took a while, but we finally got everything on the list and headed towards East Coast Park. Things got quite worrying at first because it started to rain just as I was walking out of the toilet. Everybody was crowding at the Icarus pavilion because they wanted to wait for the rain to stop before working over to their barbeque pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the rain did indeed stop in the end. People got the fire started soon and it wasn’t long before we started to eat. I won’t say that people go to OG barbeques for the food. Haha, I would say that it’s more for the accompaniment. Honestly, I think the BBQ made everybody friendlier, like there was a sudden increase of people saying hi to one another. The best part of the whole thing would of course be the cam whoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024386555469983058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbo0860JbVI/AAAAAAAAASw/A92r8aybae4/s400/hse+comm+seniors.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The 05 house comm seniors and I.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024386555469983074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbo0860JbWI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Iy5L5_E5_c0/s400/ITANGO!+(2).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Icarus ITango!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024386559764950386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbo09K0JbXI/AAAAAAAAATA/yS8anpoW3QE/s400/reverse+sexuality.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who's supposed to be feminine and who's the masculine one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent Sunday with a few of the class people at Heeren, celebrating &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tina’s &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17th&lt;/span&gt; birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We went to Village to have lunch. Tina treated each of us $10 so the meal was relatively cheap. The meal was good, we sort of shared everything that we had bought and it was nice to catch up with the class people again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024387315679194562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbo1pK0JbcI/AAAAAAAAATo/OS9QvPOO0As/s400/village+cow.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you think the Village cow/bull is Male or Female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024387315679194578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbo1pK0JbdI/AAAAAAAAATw/xuECFLFRJyg/s400/village+cows+bollocks.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bollocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cam whored and went walking around, window shopping if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024386993556647298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbo1Wa0JbYI/AAAAAAAAATI/fZ_kydx2K1g/s400/at+the+crumpler+shop.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024386997851614642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbo1Wq0JbbI/AAAAAAAAATg/nxXviGwoKkg/s400/outside+the+crumpler+shop.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was when we went to cineleisure to take &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NEOPRINTS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha, okay not exactly neoprints, but more like taking photos with our cameras in the neoprint machine. We got to dress up in costumes and I was a student from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hogwarts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024386993556647314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbo1Wa0JbZI/AAAAAAAAATQ/wLQiqwgWujQ/s400/hogwarts+(2).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024387319974161890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbo1pa0JbeI/AAAAAAAAAT4/zroi2tCnZHQ/s400/neoprints!!!+(2).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Amanda, Yi Xiang and Darren after that to buy crazy’s present. Amanda left around dinner time and Yvonne came to join us. We had dinner at pepper lunch! Haha, I think I just might become addicted to the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024386997851614626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbo1Wq0JbaI/AAAAAAAAATY/mvOLpHiH9bg/s400/me.dar.yx+(1).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more significant events of this week would be my &lt;strong&gt;unfortunate fall&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;crazy’s birthday bash&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;OG JTS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the stairs at Tanah Merah are rigged or something. They are out to &lt;strong&gt;KILL&lt;/strong&gt; me. I fell down the stairs for the second time in 2 weeks! How is that even possible? At first I thought that it had something to do with my lost of CG, but now I think that there may be something wrong with the steps, because I’m sure I ain’t that clumsy. Sliding down the steps with a fat lady going &lt;strong&gt;AIYOH&lt;/strong&gt; really loudly isn’t the most glamorous thing to do. I almost slapped the lady too, trying to grab hold of something to prevent the awful slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t exactly land in the most comfortable of spots and I’ve a busted shin, sprained ankle and bruised butt. Actually, if it weren’t me who had fallen, I think I would have found the sight quite funny. Well, the injuries were rather minor, except the one on the shin. Damn, I’m taking the lift or escalator the next time I alight at Tanah Merah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group of us celebrated crazy’s birthday on Wednesday. We went to this place called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Indulgz Bistro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;around late evening. It’s the restaurant that Xiaxue advertised on her blog. The food there was somewhat disappointing. The butterfish steak and cheese fondue wasn’t what I expected. The fondue was much too alcoholic, destroying any taste of the cheese. All I could taste was the red wine. But I would have to say that the chocolate fondue was probably the best dish we had there and of course the birthday cake that we had brought along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024387663571545586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbo19a0JbfI/AAAAAAAAAUA/mfRWSXxeWpk/s400/beverages.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024387672161480226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbo1960JbiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/THCi81AyLE0/s400/cheese+fondue.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024387667866512914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbo19q0JbhI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Bz_pSOxmAWE/s400/birthday+girl%27s+bday+cake.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024387667866512898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbo19q0JbgI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cOOo4rpbcAQ/s400/birthday+girl.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the owner of the place, I would assume since she’s the only waitress there not in uniform, wasn’t really friendly. I hate it when people pay lesser attention to teenagers because they assume we pay lesser than the adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024387977104158258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbo2Pq0JbjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/sLgHpdocSv8/s400/grp+shot.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024387981399125570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbo2P60JbkI/AAAAAAAAAUo/SNZWYFMVciA/s400/the+shirts.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll blog about &lt;strong&gt;JTS&lt;/strong&gt; something other time because it’s almost one in the morning already and I don’t want to oversleep and miss tomorrow’s training. There’s also&lt;strong&gt; Si Hui’s Birthday celebration&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow!!! x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-6492170339751877721?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6492170339751877721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=6492170339751877721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/6492170339751877721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/6492170339751877721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-in-touch-with-technology.html' title='Back in touch with technology'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Rbo0860JbVI/AAAAAAAAASw/A92r8aybae4/s72-c/hse+comm+seniors.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-1248729106468362605</id><published>2007-01-15T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T20:12:16.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fickle Weather* Edited</title><content type='html'>Boo hoo today isn’t a very fine day. Today is the first time in the year that I had difficulty in crawling out of bed just to get ready for school. And because I was too lethargic in the morning, I decided not to wear contacts to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a stupid mistake to wear spectacles to school because personally, I don’t like wearing spectacles. It’s not because of vanity; it’s more because when I wear spectacles, my face just somehow feels more oily and sweaty, like I developed an extra thick layer of sebum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was filled with tutorials; the only lecture of the day was literature. Actually this isn’t a bad thing, haha. I don’t even want to think about tomorrow. Bah, Tuesdays are the worse. Tutorials seem more interesting than lectures and Miss Vanessa Seah, who wants to be known as Mrs Chua, is quite an entertaining econs tutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Harris is hilarious. Haha, for the previous tutorial, we had a poem about faeces. Today was about AIDS, or as he had crudely put it, FUCK. I like his humour, even though it can be a bit sick at times. Like when he drew the swastika and added faces on it, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s weather was really unpredictable. I hate fickle weather. When we ended lessons, it was really sunny so we thought that we had the time to eat lunch before going home. However, when we were about to leave VJ, it started to rain. So we decided to take 55 instead and not cross the overhead bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020182836026032370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RatFsPjYQPI/AAAAAAAAASk/IQWDMhuL6xg/s400/tristan(854).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, you can see the number plate! Buy 4D if you want. How often does a bus get a flat tyre anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the bus got a flat tyre after it turned somewhere around Tao Nan. &lt;u&gt;Another omen signifying that perhaps I won’t have much luck with transportation this year.&lt;/u&gt; The first omen was waiting for one and a half hours for a cab on New Year’s Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had to wait for two 55s before we managed to board another bus. The first 55 that came was too crowded for us to squeeze on. And the best part was that it stopped raining when the bus broke down, and started raining when I got off the MRT. Lethargy from earlier in the morning seemed to still be in me when I was on the way home, so I was too lazy to wait for a bus and ended up taking a cab instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m losing my center of gravity. Is it even possible to lose your CG? I fell down the steps at the MRT station today. Haha, the funny thing was that this woman went “Woops” behind me even though I was the one who slipped. I’m finding it hard to walk in a straight line and even when standing in the bus, I’m less stable as compared to the pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I’m moving like a drunkard even thought I’m sober mentally. Oo, maybe it’s a sign of obesity. Haha, I seem to link whatever strange disease or behavioural patterns I have with obesity. Hey, what do you expect, I’m no rocket scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess the day can’t get any worse now that I’m home. Unless of course I roll down the steps, fall off my bed or slip in the toilet etc. I need to find myself a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;four leaf clover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I realised something to blog about while munching on my oreo cookies just now. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ugh, that’s 100 calories per cookie, but whatever.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I abhor people with bad breath. Or maybe it’s more like I abhor bad breath. I think generally I have very low tolerance for people who stink, be it body odour or bad breath. How hard is it to drink some water, pop a breath mint or 2 into your mouth or simply just brush your teeth every morning before you go to school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a really sensitive nose because aside from unsightly arm pit hair, the rest of my pet peeves seem to circle around smells. Like smoking, body odour and bad breath. Maybe because I have such huge honkers on my face, the piggish nostrils probably make me more sensitive to smells than the average human being. Honestly, I think people should learn to practice personal hygiene. I choose not to point any fingers here because it’s barely the start of 2007 and I do not wish to step on anyone’s toes, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sarcastic, evil, cynical side will probably rear its ugly head soon enough. Then the true bitching will begin. Muahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-1248729106468362605?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1248729106468362605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=1248729106468362605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/1248729106468362605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/1248729106468362605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/01/fickle-weather.html' title='Fickle Weather* Edited'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RatFsPjYQPI/AAAAAAAAASk/IQWDMhuL6xg/s72-c/tristan(854).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-8897456558686974911</id><published>2007-01-13T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T22:19:43.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MATHS, the bane of my existence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ARGH!&lt;/strong&gt; Oh my god my maths &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;sucks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I can’t even do the tutorials that were given out to us. It’s like I start on the first few questions and I hit a road block on the fourth question. And I’m not even sure if the first few questions were done correctly. This sucks because I don’t want to fail maths at the end of the year and end up having R-papers next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t usually make resolutions, but I have two resolutions that I hope to achieve. One would be to actually do my maths tutorials without having to resort to copying answers. The next resolution would be to be able to do at least &lt;strong&gt;ONE &lt;/strong&gt;miserable pull up by the end of the year? Haha, that’s not too impossible, right? But than again, I’m not one who has the willpower to actually follow through with my resolutions, so I can’t ensure anyone that any of these will come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday’s going to be a killer. It’s like 5 periods in a row before a single period break, and than it’s another 4 periods before I end school. Rah, what a stupid way to start the week, it’s no wonder people suffer from &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Monday Blues&lt;/span&gt;. Well, at least I end the week better than how I start it. Friday’s lessons are like 2 periods followed by a 3 period break, thanks to Chinese, than its 4 straight periods before I end school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my plans to take a H3 subject has been more or less thrown out the window. I was considering H3 economics or H3 geography. But they both seem really difficult, and I’m not sure if I will be able to cope. There’s also a really high possibility of me dropping maths to H1 somewhere along the year. Hopefully I will be able to cope with H2 maths. Well, I guess it’s still early and I have quite a lot of time to decide. I’m just dreading the start of PW and dreading things like cross country and NAPFA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new principal has yet to give any half/full days off. And he is really starting to annoy the hell out of me with all this boring talks during morning assembly. So much for short sweet and &lt;strong&gt;SHARP&lt;/strong&gt;, why the hell is he trying to make his talks/announcements sharp anyway? From what I see so far, I don’t really like the new principal. I wish we still had Mrs. Chan, she is probably way better than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is rather dry. Oh well, what do you expect from being bored on a Saturday night and being unable to do my maths tutorial? I’ve been craving for sushi the past few days. Maybe there should be like a 24/7 sushi delivery set up for people like me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I NEED SUSHI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-8897456558686974911?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8897456558686974911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=8897456558686974911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8897456558686974911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8897456558686974911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/01/maths-bane-of-my-existence.html' title='MATHS, the bane of my existence.'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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-22722509.post-9036765529330378741</id><published>2007-01-12T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T22:56:52.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation 2007 [life as a J1]</title><content type='html'>YEAH! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TGIF&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, because one, there’s no training today which means I can finally go home early. Secondly, I finally got down to buying my new bag, so much for buying the one from ZINC, i didn’t have to chance to go to ZINC so I ended up buying a bag from Addidas instead. Haha and the best thing is that it's &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;! So thats a new pair of &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; shoes and a new &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; bag. Lastly, I finally get to blog about orientation and maybe other stuff if I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orientation&lt;/strong&gt; seemed like so long ago, even though I know that it was just last week. My classmates spent the morning lazing around in our classroom for the last time. It was quite sad watching our class get inhabited by a new batch of IP students and knowing that we weren’t be able to gather in our class every morning before assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019125718042885298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RaeEP4L5PLI/AAAAAAAAAQU/R3r6P2miBKc/s400/group+shot+(1).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019125739517721794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RaeERIL5PMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/RM3Ipwllo58/s400/the+guys.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I was glad that I was in &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IAGO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because most of my class guys were in IAGO. However, I soon realised that my orientation was going to be miserable if I stayed with my OG. There were just people who I knew at once I couldn’t click with, and people who I knew at once I might kill if you leave me in a room with him or her. So I immediately left my group and went to join Rachel’s group after the IP assembly in the afternoon. Surprisingly, I felt guilty for leaving my group so I went back to join them after playing some games with Ayden. BIG mistake on my part, I was soon bored out of my wits and made the decision on the spot to find a new OG the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the last three days of orientation, including Sea Regatta, I joined May Yee’s group, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ITango, Icarus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Haha, I was lucky enough to have run into her on Thursday morning on the way to assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation was okay I guess. I know that learning mass dance was easy for most of the IP people, haha and we were actually able to enjoy mass dance instead of just standing around looking lost at which way to move. The games were somewhat different from what there was in the past 2 years of orientation, so I’m thankful for the change. I’m also thankful for the lack of the topless wet game that I managed to escape in the past 2 years. I think they should just create more wet games and less station games because it seems that most of the fun comes from the wet games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this year’s skit! Oh and haha, I realise that OGLs do indeed cheer their OGL cheer very often during orientation. I didn’t really thought that it was a lot when it happened last year, maybe when you’re the one cheering it doesn’t seem like its a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019125052322954370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RaeDpIL5PII/AAAAAAAAAP8/aNrCqMiIC1M/s400/ICARUS.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Opening OG HEAD catwalk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019125052322954386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RaeDpIL5PJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/k5fZ9bjkeRc/s400/last+day.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some strange game. Like we were suppose to move up and down with our hands in the air. And I was too lazy to go down so this guy behind me started to PUSH me down! Oo, weirdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019125056617921698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RaeDpYL5PKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Om2iHhtv2lM/s400/O1+games.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Haha, Foo!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea Regatta is hands down the best day of the orientation. I would have preferred though if people weren’t throwing sand. Water is fine, but sand is a bit dangerous. Someone actually threw sand into my face and it went into both my eyes. Grr, I managed to wash it off with the sea water, but my contacts ended up getting scratched. I got dunked a lot of times and I’m surprised that some people are actually able to keep count of how many times they got dunked. For me, I wasn’t really dunked, because they sort of just pushed me or dragged me into the water. No one was stupid enough to attempt to lift me, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass dance at suntec was fun too! Thank god it didn’t rain this year, but I swear, mass dancing can work up a sweat. Haha, and everyone should learn the &lt;em&gt;Chinese&lt;/em&gt; version of &lt;strong&gt;YO VJC&lt;/strong&gt;! I went for OG lunch and had class dinner, so technically right now I’m pretty broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019155658259905842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RaefeoL5PTI/AAAAAAAAASA/HBWdIH5PWhI/s400/collage.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019155662554873154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Raefe4L5PUI/AAAAAAAAASI/9Wi7WxVxy_I/s400/group+photo+at+suntec.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mass Dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019155662554873170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/Raefe4L5PVI/AAAAAAAAASQ/HCo2Iz8hwoo/s400/martin.me.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019128849074044114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RaeHGIL5PNI/AAAAAAAAAQk/FjgjHDS06-g/s400/maho.me.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't ask me why, but my hand was just there in the photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019128853369011426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RaeHGYL5POI/AAAAAAAAAQs/BYmlXUnucnA/s400/me.louis.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019128861958946034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RaeHG4L5PPI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/uQqrXvWeDSY/s400/me.zong.ra.foo.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Foo are like the distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019128861958946050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RaeHG4L5PQI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/xaEoMXheKKo/s400/ra.me.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Evil and Pure! Haha, okay who am I kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019130459686780178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RaeIj4L5PRI/AAAAAAAAARE/_VbwRDIhbXs/s400/louis.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, ok there was time to kill before it was time for mass dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019130463981747490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RaeIkIL5PSI/AAAAAAAAARM/AWhWq5X-Xwo/s400/ominous+white+stuff.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess what the ominous white stuff is. No prizes for guessing correctly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my voice &lt;strong&gt;twice&lt;/strong&gt; over the course of orientation. Once on day 2, and when it recovered over the weekend, I lost it again on Monday. Haha, well it feels better now, so hopefully I will get my voice back soon. I think I’ve almost finished an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;entire&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bottle of &lt;strong&gt;PI PA GAO&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons have somewhat started. I’m in &lt;strong&gt;07A11&lt;/strong&gt;! Still getting used to writing 07 instead of 05, sighs, I’d rather be 05! 07 sounds so weird, haha but at least I’m glad that I have a nice senior class. &lt;strong&gt;Arts Faculty&lt;/strong&gt; is really small, there are like enough of us to fill slightly more than half of LT AVA and the rest of the school population are in the Science Faculty. I’ve also switched houses and am now in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AQUILA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Planning to run for house comm. again, but I’m not too sure about getting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been attending lectures and have been trying to at least pay attention. Hopefully I can keep this up so that I won’t fail miserably for &lt;strong&gt;Mid Years&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Promotional Exams&lt;/strong&gt;. I’ve had enough of &lt;strong&gt;R-papers&lt;/strong&gt;, so I don’t plan to take any next year. My teachers seem quite nice so far, but I don’t really have a good impression of Mr. James Ho and Mr. Josef Tan. They seem really uptight about stuff, like how Mr. Ho was really anal about there being pin drop silence during tutorials and how Mr. Tan was like so inflexible and reluctant to answer Leon’s question during the first lecture because he doesn’t want interaction with us during lectures. Economics is really starting to bore me, and what the seniors said seems true, reading the notes will make up for not going to lectures. Haha, but I doubt I will skip lectures any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m now the only guy from my class taking Geography because the Francis-look-a-like in my class dropped geography to take history instead. And my GP class is like really small, there are six of us in total. I still have my worries for literature, but hopefully I can somewhat cope with it. &gt;&lt;’’ hopefully being the operative word. Bah, I better go enjoy the rest of my day because the weekend will zoom by and soon it will be Monday again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We'll slap you flat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like a Gingerbread,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and never let you slap us back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We'll slap you OOO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Slap you LAA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Slap you Slap You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OOO LAA LAA...&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/22722509-9036765529330378741?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/9036765529330378741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=9036765529330378741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/9036765529330378741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/9036765529330378741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/01/orientation-2007-life-as-j1.html' title='Orientation 2007 [life as a J1]'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RaeEP4L5PLI/AAAAAAAAAQU/R3r6P2miBKc/s72-c/group+shot+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-7888295145885658291</id><published>2007-01-06T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T23:21:42.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre Orientation</title><content type='html'>EDITED*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh I found this cool website that shows a video of NJC 2007 mass dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5632714627786402226"&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5632714627786402226&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's nicer than some of VJ's in my opinion, but they copied alot of the moves from high school musical. And also, they only have one mass dance every year while ours is like a tradition. Haha, oh and a warning. I think something is wrong with the fruit punch sold in school. I've had diarhoea for the pass two days. And the only new food in school is the fruit punch. So beware. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for training today. It’s been quite a while since I’ve gone for training. Even a week is considered long. I think my views and feelings towards training have changed quite a bit. I read back at my past entries and see my passion and what not for the sport, the desire to improve and the want to be part of the team. I guess part of what I wanted back than has been achieved. And of course, some other parts of what I had back then, I’m losing or have already lost. Like seriously, it’s hard for me to be like how I was back than, given the situation I’m in now. Today’s training really opened my eyes. The talk that was given before training started was both motivating and inspiring. But throughout the course of training, those motivating words more or less disappeared for me. I mean action speaks louder than words, and I don’t know. Sometimes what you want isn’t what you get. I’m quite sick of bitching about this topic so I shan’t even start. All I know is my body is aching a bit now and I’ve yet to blog about orientation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation was fun, but I think it would have been more fun if I had not expected so much. A few of us stayed over at Tina’s house the night before so that we could go to school together the next day. Oh and the group of us celebrated Darren’s birthday earlier in the day. I had to drag myself to Tampinese Mall rather early in the day because YY didn’t want to be left alone with Amanda and Zhi Wen. Well, at least I ended up buying my new &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; converse shoes! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;strong&gt;East Coast Park&lt;/strong&gt; to celebrate Darren’s birthday. It was sort of like a pot luck picnic. I brought drinks, haha; cause I thought there would be training that day. We sat around and ate and watched Aaron get harassed by this two &lt;em&gt;Malay&lt;/em&gt; children whom I’m pretty sure had an &lt;strong&gt;uneducated&lt;/strong&gt; mother because they were running around shouting vulgarities in dialects and only left when someone threatened to call the cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016928035174957106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RZ-1d5hNQDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ycP6mFyT16Q/s400/group+shot!.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016928039469924434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RZ-1eJhNQFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Ez878N5Ypb8/s400/tent!.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Audrey brought a tent for kicks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016928039469924418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RZ-1eJhNQEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ooJiX9UUxd4/s400/playing+with+the+tent+(4).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And Aaron decided to give birth in it. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016925703007715362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RZ-zWJhNQCI/AAAAAAAAAN8/eN8tfA4UG-Q/s400/fried+beehoon.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was getting quite boring, so we left for Darren’s house to cut the cake and ended up playing mah-jong for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016928039469924450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RZ-1eJhNQGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vDxlOAdbP7g/s400/the+smushed+cake.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The cake ended up being rather smushed because we had lugged it all the way from TM to ECP to Dar's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016925694417780738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RZ-zVphNQAI/AAAAAAAAANs/PFEZ2B5cZiU/s400/blow+out+the+candles!.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016925698712748050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RZ-zV5hNQBI/AAAAAAAAAN0/aiLN9oyaXMI/s400/dig+in!.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Everyone seemed to enjoy it nevertheless, looks isn't everything. Lol.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I felt a bit feverish. However, I still went to Tina’s house anyway because I didn’t want to be wandering around lost in school the next day. We played even more mah-jong at Tina’s house but I had to call it quits after a while because I felt worse. So I went to take some panadol and rested for a while. I managed to get better at around 1.00 plus in the morning where a few of them were still going strong with their game of bridge. Vanessa, Louis and I just lied around on the sofa talking random stuff until it was time to sleep. The house rule was that girls and guys had to be on separate levels. So I took the sofa on the third story with Louis and Zong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up rather early the next day and there was like this mad rush in the morning. We had to shower and eat and get to school by 7.30. We were almost late so Tina’s parents ended up fetching us in different cars. Haha, okay, I’m tired all of a sudden so I’ll blog about orientation tomorrow. For now, let me leave you with some of the 3G Gathering pictures that I finally got from Andy and May Yee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016928567750901874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RZ-185hNQHI/AAAAAAAAAOk/v1sXvOj2wcE/s400/06+batch.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;06&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016928572045869186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RZ-19JhNQII/AAAAAAAAAOs/Wk_PfDTlnYk/s400/21+game.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Playing 21!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016928593520705682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RZ-1-ZhNQJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/O-z0BfTY5HY/s400/DRACO+3G!+(1).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beloved Draco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016928593520705698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RZ-1-ZhNQKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2mycC7HArOo/s400/house+comm+grp+shot+on+steps.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 different generations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016928597815673010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RZ-1-phNQLI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5XKiuTXhEWY/s400/house+comm+grp+shot+with+banner.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lol, peggy got cut out. I wonder if that is an omen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-7888295145885658291?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7888295145885658291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=7888295145885658291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/7888295145885658291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/7888295145885658291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/01/pre-orientation.html' title='Pre Orientation'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RZ-1d5hNQDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ycP6mFyT16Q/s72-c/group+shot!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-3144988776169379886</id><published>2007-01-01T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T02:37:49.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year ; 2007 !!</title><content type='html'>A new template for a new year. Oh wow, we’ve finally ushered in the &lt;strong&gt;New Year&lt;/strong&gt; and it’s now &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I’ve turned 17 or will turn seventeen is approximately &lt;strong&gt;3 months time&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(take note* haha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I guess you can say its exciting, but it won’t be exciting as turning 16 or turning 18 next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that this year’s countdown would be the same as every other year, with me sitting in my bed at home, in my room watching people countdown at various places like sentosa or vivo city. However, at the very last minute, I went out to countdown instead. Haha, it’s quite sad now that I think about it. I’ve never counted down with friends before, unless you count those that I count down with online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made my way to Suntec after dinner to meet Ke Jun and Gary, and due to some &lt;strong&gt;MAJOR&lt;/strong&gt; communication break down, I ended up at Marina while they were waiting at Suntec. We were supposed to have caught &lt;strong&gt;Death Note 2&lt;/strong&gt; in the late evening before counting down after the movie. However, seeing as how everything was probably too last minute, we couldn’t get the tickets in time. So in the end, the three of us ended up walking around Suntec and Marina until we finally settled down at Subway. But even at Subway, &lt;strike&gt;we&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; had trouble deciding where to eat. We moved from Subway over to Carl’s Junior and back to Subway again after comparing prices. We basically sat there from about 9.00 plus till 11.30. In the course of that 2 and a half hours, Yong Tat had come to join us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was nearly time to usher in the New Year, we tried to make our way to the &lt;strong&gt;Esplanade&lt;/strong&gt; to watch the fireworks display. However, it seems harder to navigate at night, with more people than usual at the City Hall area and having police officers barricade certain paths to get to the Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we managed to squeeze our way through the crowd and get to the Esplanade in the nick of time to watch the fireworks display. It was really breathtaking, but it would have been even more breathtaking if there weren’t those stupid palm trees in the way blocking my view from some of the fireworks display. Wish I managed to take a photo or video or something. And of course, there were the foreign workers who were really freaking me out. They were &lt;strong&gt;holding hands&lt;/strong&gt; for crying out loud, and they are really &lt;strong&gt;touchy&lt;/strong&gt; people. I don't know, I just don't like them and I try to stay as far away from them as possible. I somehow have the impression that they are all gay. But at the same time, my label for them doesn't really stand because some of them actually rape women. Maybe its because no one really know what they are, so that's why theres the fear. Fear of the unknown, haha how language arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept my bag in front of me at all times while moving along with the crowd because my brother had warned me about pickpockets. Fortunately, I didn’t lose anything that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed around after the fireworks to enjoy what’s left of the countdown while at the same time, waiting for the human flow to somewhat ease up before we made our way back to Suntec. There really wasn’t much to do, so we took a &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; long walk back to Suntec, to settle down in Mac Donalds and rest for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 1.30am when we left Mac Donalds and attempted to get home. This was where the nightmare started. We had walked to Bugis because there seemed to already be a lot of people waiting at Suntec for a cab. Somehow, a lot of the cabs seemed busy. They were either hired, on call or rushing to get home. We walked all the way from &lt;strong&gt;Suntec&lt;/strong&gt;, to &lt;strong&gt;Bugis&lt;/strong&gt;, to &lt;strong&gt;Fu Lu Shou complex&lt;/strong&gt;, to some &lt;strong&gt;HDB area around Lavender&lt;/strong&gt; just to hail a cab. Oh my god, it was the most traumatising albeit interesting experience I’ve ever had with a cab. No one and I mean &lt;strong&gt;NO ONE&lt;/strong&gt;, wanted to stop and pick passengers up. The heartless little monsters, they just sped by us, one by one, and if I had counted, I would say close to a hundred cabs zoomed passed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; even exaggerating here, this is no &lt;u&gt;hyperbole&lt;/u&gt;. Somehow, they didn’t seem to want to earn money on New Year’s day. Maybe its something superstitious? I don’t know, all I know is that we spent &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;one and a half hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; trying to get a fucking cab and we were desperate. It was 3.00am in the morning, we were tired and bored and irritated.Ke Jun even knelt down to beg cab drivers who just drove by. I was in somewhat of a delirious state, half an hour more out in the streets hailing for a cab and I might have just lost it. I might have just stopped a cab, pulled out the driver and shake him violently while screaming like an deranged lunatic “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY WON’T YOU FETCH US!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, that scene didn’t play up and we finally found a cab driver willing to fetch us to Yong Tat’s house to stay for the night. I managed to take down the cab's licence plate number. It's &lt;strong&gt;SHB 8648 Z&lt;/strong&gt;. Those who want to buy 4D, please do. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow even with all the running around to hail a cab, we still found the energy to stay up the entire night playing Mah-jong. Haha, I think I’ve improved and am improving because I only lost fifty cents this time. I’m not really good at mah-jong I realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally finished the game at like 7.00 in the morning. I went to look through Yong Tat’s year book and got myself amused at how certain people’s look have changed so drastically over the course of the years. People were starting to fall asleep, so I curled up on the floor and slept until about 10.00 before leaving the place. It was a long long long trip home and I fell asleep along the way so it wasn’t that bad. Got home at around 12.00 and slept some more before waking up to eat dinner, my first meal of the day, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got more things planned for tomorrow and than its back to school. I decided to call my &lt;strong&gt;OGL&lt;/strong&gt; since she hasn’t called me and it turns out that my handphone number has yet to be updated. So that’s why she couldn’t get to me. Damn, I have got to update my profile or something. I'm in some small OG which name I find &lt;strike&gt;almost&lt;/strike&gt; impossible to pronunce. What the hell is &lt;strong&gt;IRIDESCENCE&lt;/strong&gt;? At least &lt;strong&gt;Iago&lt;/strong&gt; I can pronunce. &lt;strong&gt;IRIDESCENCE&lt;/strong&gt;? And oh my god, we have to report in school uniform. Sianz. The thought of going back to school is both exciting and nerve wrecking at the same time. But that’s like &lt;strong&gt;2 days&lt;/strong&gt; from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015036684177083794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RZj9Sx_tjZI/AAAAAAAAANg/pMcRYA1hT10/s400/ARGH!.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eat&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Drink&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Laugh&lt;/strong&gt; and be &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;like him&lt;/em&gt;. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-3144988776169379886?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3144988776169379886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=3144988776169379886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/3144988776169379886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/3144988776169379886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-2007.html' title='Happy New Year ; 2007 !!'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RZj9Sx_tjZI/AAAAAAAAANg/pMcRYA1hT10/s72-c/ARGH!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-8994314438441030654</id><published>2006-12-30T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T14:13:31.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P6 Gathering and IPO 2006</title><content type='html'>Oh shit, I just went to cut my hair and the hairdresser, sensing that school is reopening, decided to give me a neater hair cut. And now I look like a &lt;strong&gt;dork&lt;/strong&gt;. Sighs, another case of bad haircut, hopefully with enough shampooing and three days allowance, it will look somewhat human by the time I return to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much rotting at home today, which I can’t really complain because I’m quite tired and I could use the rest. Computer connection has been pretty warped since the earthquake hit Taiwan a few days ago. However, I think it’s getting better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out on Thursday to meet up with some primary school friends. Oh joy, I wouldn’t say that I was entirely eager to meet up with &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; of them again. I guess you can say that I went to catch up with some of my primary school friends. Of course, some of them are still as immature as ever. Somehow saying that makes me some immature too huh? Haha, oh the irony of it all. I just can’t stand petty people, hopefully I’m not petty, if not I’m pretty much shooting myself in the leg. But seriously, petty people get to me. I wish I could slap them sometimes. There’s a fine line between being jokingly angry and being angry over something really minor. Anyway, I was glad to meet those that I went there to meet. And it’s really just one or two people that I can’t stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were originally supposed to go to Pasir Ris Park, but the torrential rain showed no signs of letting up. So we headed to Swensons at Changi Airport instead. I felt super under-dressed because I had worn something really casual, thinking that we may somehow still be going to Pasir Ris Park. The clothes that some people turned up in really made me think what would happen if we did in fact go to Pasir Ris Park to cycle or something. I mean jeans, sneakers, jackets and high heels?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014198007030953298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RZYChWKNNVI/AAAAAAAAANA/JBJEOakrlpE/s400/van.me.mich.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vanessa, Me and Michael at Swensons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014197989851084082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RZYCgWKNNTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/M7bJ59tcEVM/s400/group+photo.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Group Shot&lt;/strong&gt;, not very well taken because the person whom we got seemed to be in a hurry to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014197998441018690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RZYCg2KNNUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/8eTc_yd1lAs/s400/jiemeis.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jiemeis, with a missing person because she chose to stay at home and be in front of the computer. Or so I heard. Coincidentally, we all took bus 53! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014198015620887906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RZYCh2KNNWI/AAAAAAAAANI/Mdmu2y2X0w4/s400/VJC!.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;VJC students of 2007! Haha, our failed attempt to do a VJC hand sign. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home really late that night, maybe around midnight, because we had sat around at the viewing gallery and chatted until really late before we left the place. Plopped to bed after showering but it wasn’t enough sleep for me because I dragged myself out of bed the next morning to go to school to crash IP orientation. Haha, I bring fatigue upon myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IP orientation was an experience. Haha, I wouldn’t say that it was fun, but at the same time I wouldn’t say that it was boring. And I can’t really comment if this year’s one was better or last year’s one was better because I only went for this year’s one. All I can say is that I felt really old for once in my life because for the past four years, I’ve always been a junior. Like secondary 1 and 2 and IP1 and 2, I’m finally like a 3. Haha, an IP3 to be exact. And it was quite nice cheering for 07V12, helping there have an edge over the other classes. Hopefully they’ll turn out to be nice; it’s still too early to judge. &gt;&lt;’’ I’ve finally gotten the Zinc Discount Card and found my Converse Discount card. In desperate need for a new bag and shoes, hence I shall bug people to go shopping with me soon. Haha, I’m also anticipating the arrival of O1 and the call from my sickening and hopefully forgetful instead of irresponsible OGL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-8994314438441030654?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8994314438441030654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=8994314438441030654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8994314438441030654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8994314438441030654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2006/12/p6-gathering-and-ipo-2006.html' title='P6 Gathering and IPO 2006'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RZYChWKNNVI/AAAAAAAAANA/JBJEOakrlpE/s72-c/van.me.mich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-2107051007420514168</id><published>2006-12-28T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T16:21:18.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Get to know yourself better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself&lt;/strong&gt;: You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for&lt;/strong&gt;: You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship&lt;/strong&gt;: You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seriousness of your love&lt;/strong&gt;: You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your views on education&lt;/strong&gt;: Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right job for you&lt;/strong&gt;: You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you view success&lt;/strong&gt;: You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most afraid of&lt;/strong&gt;: You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your true self&lt;/strong&gt;: You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[I would say partially true, and the parts that are true and rather dead on. Haha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and I've finally found out what OG I'm in. I'm in Iago. Small group I have no idea how to pronunce or spell the name. Got Perle, some v13 PSL, as my ogl. Along with Chew Ann Siong, Leong Wei Deng and Rui Yi, all of whom I do not know. The best part, the v13 person in the same OG as me is Justin Tan. Wonderful, just what I need, someone else I don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-2107051007420514168?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2107051007420514168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=2107051007420514168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/2107051007420514168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/2107051007420514168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2006/12/killing-time.html' title='Killing Time'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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-22722509.post-2870211291717644606</id><published>2006-12-27T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T19:46:42.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Post) Boxing Day 2006</title><content type='html'>Ooo, my body is aching and I’m bruised all over. Could not going to training for just a week make such a big difference? I don’t even think that some of the bruises came from training. Oh dear, random bruising isn’t a good sign. And the hall is freaking leaking people! Went for training on Boxing Day and I slipped a few times. Well at least my falls weren’t as bad as Yi Liang’s. There were loud &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;booms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whenever he hit the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Darren’s house to play mah-jong after training. Haha, I’m falling in love with mah-jong all over again. Stayed for dinner with Yvonne and Nicole and watched PCK. Haha, PCK cracks me up. And that my friends, was how I spent Boxing Day. Sad, yes I agree. Haha, but at least I did something compared to decomposing at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013170320141268258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RZJb2GKNNSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/BNhcD6C066k/s400/xmas+gift+from+nic.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and I finally got my Christmas gift from Nicole. It's this pair of slippers plus two ear rings. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with some of the class people today at &lt;strong&gt;Vivo&lt;/strong&gt; and I had to force myself out of bed to meet Si Hui at the bus stop to go together. I ended up reaching there earlier than her and we ended reaching Vivo earlier than most of the people. I was actually rather tired. However, the reason why I went was probably to pass everyone their Christmas cards and at the same time, see them all for the last time before school reopens haha. The ones who had reached earlier had lunch at Long Johns while we patiently waited for everyone else to arrive. Rachel Lee was too lazy to turn up in the end. Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the rest of the day walking around the whole of vivo. I think we managed to cover Vivo twice and it occurred to me that the place isn’t that big after all. Or maybe there just aren’t as many shops as I had expected. Which is good in a way because it meant more walking space and the crowd would be more dispersed. Should have worn more comfortable shoes, my feet are throbbing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get a new bag from &lt;strong&gt;Zinc&lt;/strong&gt; but I didn’t have enough money. So I’ll have to wait to buy that bag another day. Things that I need to get/do before school reopens includes cutting my hair, getting a new bag and getting new shoes. Haha, I want to get this pair of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; sneakers from converse. Time is running out so I need to get all this stuff soon. I’ll probably have to get them over the weekends. Whoever’s free to go shopping let me know! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just to add, I discovered something about how IP3s are sorted into their OG groups. I believe that people from V12 are grouped with one person from v13. And those from v11 get someone from v14. Tina is with Xiao Xian, Si Hui got Nicole, Ben got Yi Jin, Matt ho got Yi Rui, Louis got Koganti, Aaron Ng got Gillian, Arjun got Xi Jiao and Zong He got Michelle. Also, Leanne got Dhevy. That's all I know so far. It's probably because v12 and v13 have 30 people from each class and there are 29 people from v11 and v14 moving on to J1 next year. Interesting ya? Haha, hopefully I get someone nice. &gt;&lt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-2870211291717644606?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/2870211291717644606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=2870211291717644606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/2870211291717644606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/2870211291717644606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2006/12/post-boxing-day-2006.html' title='(Post) Boxing Day 2006'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RZJb2GKNNSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/BNhcD6C066k/s72-c/xmas+gift+from+nic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-3076401390586529361</id><published>2006-12-25T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T20:11:18.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2006 ]] not so brief recap of life in IP*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Merry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas*&lt;/span&gt; Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012364360938239106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY9-1GKNNII/AAAAAAAAAIw/RO5tgys1pzc/s400/xmas+gathering.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012364365233206418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY9-1WKNNJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/T_hqmAsNFxo/s400/xmas!.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At Vivo with Xmas Tree!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, well it’s that time of the year again. It’s the time of the year which my family sees no point in celebrating and also the time which I spent each year rotting at home in front of the computer. And it’s no different this year. My Christmas can be considered the epitome of misery, but I find ways to make this day happier than it actually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow receiving Christmas wishes, especially from those whom I had not expected, makes me happy. Getting Christmas cards, making Christmas cards, celebrating Christmas with friends, I guess this all will suffice for making Christmas special enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my family, Christmas is like any other holiday. My parents get the day off to rest at home. While my brother and I have to find ways to celebrate it on our own. Well, he has his girlfriend to do that with, haha. Anyway, since there’s really nothing much to blog about today, maybe I’ll do a brief recap of the past 2 years in IP, with photos! Hopefully it’ll serve as a reminder to some that despite all the horrible exams, homework and teachers that were thrown at us, we still managed to have fun in the 2 years of torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first entered VJC in &lt;strong&gt;2005&lt;/strong&gt;, thrown into a new environment where everything seemed so new, so intimidating. I participated in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O1 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which I have no pictures of because at that time, I had yet to turn into someone who cam whores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012351424496743058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY9zEGKNMpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/B-1nX6r0Tdg/s400/VJC.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next memorable event in the first year of IP would have to be the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;trip to Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Iki Macho, Mount Fuji, Tokyo Tower, Lake Kawaguchi&lt;/strong&gt; and many other places that created so many wonderful memories in the &lt;strong&gt;Land of the Rising &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012354817520906914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY92JmKNMqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yCe0xaTf4kA/s400/japan.collage.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012354817520906930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY92JmKNMrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Joon9trd7SQ/s400/iki+macho+the+begining.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;IKI MACHO!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there were the many &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;plays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that we went to over the course of these 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012356612817236690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY93yGKNMtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/nJcbcHK1eq0/s400/homesick.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Homesick at NLB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012356677241746146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY9312KNMuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/01rMWbz5R90/s400/magic+fundoshi.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Magic Fundoshi at NLB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012356694421615346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY9322KNMvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SyIhjb_Q8EQ/s400/outside+victoria+concert+hall.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Little Shop of Horrors at Victoria Concert Hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012355225542800066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY92hWKNMsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/c2aakSNfJKU/s400/dim+sum+dollies.PNG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dim Sum Dollies at Esplanade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end the first year off, and to kick start the new year, I became an OGL, along with a few other IP students. Haha, it took me quite a while to warm up to my OG &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(animagus!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; because I didn’t really know many of the people then, except for the few House committee people and those from IP. But I’m glad I got to know most of them in the end because they turned out to be such great people! &lt;strong&gt;31 gang rocks&lt;/strong&gt;! And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O1 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; rocked too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012357102443508482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY94OmKNMwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/G2xoJQwmmqA/s400/sea.regatta.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sea Regatta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012357102443508498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY94OmKNMxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/l8NxQVbzGoQ/s400/look.there.smudge.border.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OG BBQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012357106738475810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY94O2KNMyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/f3zpQkLyGCE/s400/ugly.ogls.PNG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Suntec City Mass Dance.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IP students constantly have to attend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;workshops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012428871347025154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY-5gGKNNQI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Ei8CP3bEXNE/s400/the+felons.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Helmsman week(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012427746065593506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY-4emKNNKI/AAAAAAAAALE/v02h-18RqzU/s400/hear.speak.see.no.evil.PNG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012427754655528114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY-4fGKNNLI/AAAAAAAAALM/b1Ye3SlTDBo/s400/schizo.PNG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nacli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to take part in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;House Committee Investiture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this year. Somehow the first batch that I joined didn’t see the need to include the IP students, grr. Got to know a new batch of House Committee and got to work with them, more than I did with the last batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012358579912258354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY95kmKNMzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/73wLyRbZPow/s400/draco.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRACO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012358579912258370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY95kmKNM0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TG266djyZSI/s400/sunglasses.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;06/07 Batch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012358584207225682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY95k2KNM1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/N5bh9t3DC_o/s400/ad+hoc.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;One Sport Ad Hoc.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012358588502192994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY95lGKNM2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/DNjBpJKwncY/s400/open+hse+2006+(2).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Open House 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than there was &lt;strong&gt;volleyball&lt;/strong&gt;, haha, where do I start with this? Tried extremely hard to get in when I first entered VJ, and somehow they were banked on not taking in anyone with no experience. However, seeing as how their numbers had dwindled down to 3 after the seniors left, they had no choice but to take in a noob like me. Sometimes I wonder if they ever regret their hasty decision. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A division&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was definitely another significant event in 2006. Getting into top 4 must have meant a lot to some people, I’m not sure if for all. It meant something to me, because it was nice to be in the batch that got into top 4 after what, 8-10 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012359821157806962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY96s2KNM3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ZXPM9eqqGqk/s400/vb0001.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prize Giving. I photoshopped this accordingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012359821157806978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY96s2KNM4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/F3N6PeJFR6o/s400/vball.drawn.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012359821157806994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY96s2KNM5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/UGVtQpblmE4/s400/team.semis.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Semi-Finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IP students got another overseas trip this year. And I chose to go to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Land Down Under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Haha, I wouldn’t say going on an overseas trip with Miss Low was an exciting thought, but I’m glad I got to know some people better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012361466130281378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY98MmKNM6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Ldb-MTnAnEI/s400/tall+and+mighty.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012361470425248690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY98M2KNM7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/2bHJjJDqRC4/s400/we+love+oranges.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Haha, this photo is quite badly taken, but it cracks me up.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012361479015183298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY98NWKNM8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tIvWQeQix1I/s400/the+lift+was+huge.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012361487605117906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY98N2KNM9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/lP-qm3qRDX4/s400/v12+plus+amanda.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012361509079954402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY98PGKNM-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/sumwtD5Mpg8/s400/05v12.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05v12!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 was also the year that had the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;world cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha, world cup does things to people, doesn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012362372368380914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY99BWKNM_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Tvkgz1huJ5c/s400/boo.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than came the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;exam periods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012362372368380930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY99BWKNNAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NR2MuNtUG44/s400/lets+fight.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even then we still found time to help our classmates with their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YFC project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012428514864739538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY-5LWKNNNI/AAAAAAAAALc/NYnGniihp2Q/s400/stars!.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Folding stars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the &lt;u&gt;end of IP&lt;/u&gt; drew nearer and nearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;last day of school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012363678038438946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY9-NWKNNCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4lZS9_j1JU8/s400/crushing+our+sofa+%5Bsmall%5D.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;class party at Zong He’s house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012362380958315538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY99B2KNNBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/68g51TJCfr4/s400/for+wallpaper.+(class2).PNG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Velvet 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012363708103210034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY9-PGKNNDI/AAAAAAAAAII/MQL6ONhquIg/s400/class+photo+(4).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, how could I forget all the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;birthdays celebrated&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;outings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sleepovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at friends’ houses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012364360938239090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY9-1GKNNHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/As4WD_ns_ZE/s400/at+the+table.take.2.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New York New York!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012363712398177346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY9-PWKNNEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nYyv0QBOgCg/s400/us+under+one+canopy.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ama's Birthday at ECP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012363716693144658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY9-PmKNNFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bmwbh7HS32E/s400/wonderwall.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YY and Nicole's birthday at KBOX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012363720988111970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY9-P2KNNGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/R4LEv-8o3K8/s400/grp+shot+(2).JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yvonne's orange overload!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012428867052057842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY-5f2KNNPI/AAAAAAAAALs/lPeogec_wYc/s400/hazard+flies.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yvonne enjoys sleepovers. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012428871347025170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY-5gGKNNRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/wtMU6icT2ys/s400/me.dar.specs.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012428544929510626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY-5NGKNNOI/AAAAAAAAALk/o9dXC-3PR-c/s400/grpshot.darhse.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Visiting during CNY 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012428510569772226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY-5LGKNNMI/AAAAAAAAALU/0uRQmfwvAjw/s400/sakae.PNG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The many trips to Sakae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I guess you can say that life in IP is definitely &lt;strong&gt;memorable&lt;/strong&gt;. In a nutshell, it was a &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;bitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-3076401390586529361?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3076401390586529361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=3076401390586529361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/3076401390586529361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/3076401390586529361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-2006-brieft-recap-of-life-in.html' title='Christmas 2006 ]] not so brief recap of life in IP*'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RY9-1GKNNII/AAAAAAAAAIw/RO5tgys1pzc/s72-c/xmas+gathering.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-6748230798926421803</id><published>2006-12-24T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T17:46:02.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve 2006</title><content type='html'>It’s Xmas eve, it’s raining and I’m stuck at home. Something struck me, and it struck me hard. There’s a lot to think about, a lot on my mind right now. Thankfully, there’ll be time to mull over things, time to think things through. Hopefully I’ll find an answer soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear, sometimes I wonder if that is the major controlling factor of my life. It may be a pushing factor at times, and at other times, it may be a huge hindrance. I guess the biggest obstacle is getting over the fear, crossing over to the other side, back to what was once who I was. I need help, and at the same time, I don’t seek it nor accept it from others. What is wrong with me? Maybe it’s the weather. Haha, who am I kidding. Someone, tell me how to find courage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really know what to do right now. Maybe I’ll never know. But hopefully I’ll figure it out soon enough. I need to sort my thoughts, need to straighten certain things out, need to find a balance between both sides. I need help to weigh the pros and cons. I need to settle this soon. I need to trash things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how it’s always easier to just keep things inside, build a dam to prevent it all from ever leaking out?  It’s growing to be quite a burden to continuously fix the dam whenever there are leaks every now and than. Would things just be better off tearing down that dam? I wouldn’t know now would I, seeing as how that dam has been there for the longest time? Seriously need to start weighing things out. Well for now, Merry Xmas everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-6748230798926421803?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6748230798926421803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=6748230798926421803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/6748230798926421803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/6748230798926421803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-eve-2006.html' title='Christmas Eve 2006'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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-22722509.post-8984886599601608892</id><published>2006-12-23T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T15:40:16.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th POST !!!</title><content type='html'>Haha, oh how special. This is my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;100th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; entry for this blog. After almost a year, I finally reached the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;100th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; entry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve finally returned to my sweet abode after being away for 2 days. Being away for such a period of time has made me more &lt;u&gt;appreciative&lt;/u&gt; of my room. It’s made me value the importance of my air con, the &lt;strong&gt;lack &lt;/strong&gt;of mosquitoes in my room and the nice dry air which prevents my skin from getting sticky at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned in the previous entry, I f&lt;strike&gt;uck&lt;/strike&gt;reaking overslept on Thursday. I think I wouldn’t have even rolled out of bed if someone hadn’t called me on my handphone. I’ve yet to get over the fact that I actually overslept! I believe that either my mom switched off my alarm because she didn’t know I had training, or somehow, I myself switched off the alarm and unknowingly went back to sleep. There’s a high chance that it is the former because it wouldn’t be the first time my mom did something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got up and got ready to go to the chalet. Lazed around at home until I got the sms telling me to go to the bus stop to wait for the bus. We had quite a bad start to the chalet, first having trouble finding the place, and second, having trouble getting into the chalet. Haha, I can’t believe the key broke in the key hole! And for those who think that it’s me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(somehow people perceive me to be violent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, it wasn’t. Haha, it was our dear captain. Maybe too much gym isn’t always a good thing, haha. Damn, wish I had taken a photo of the broken key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a while, but someone from the chalet management finally came down to help us open the gate with the master key. The place wasn’t as filthy as I thought it would be. And it was nice and big and breezy. People got settled down, chose their rooms and started making the place more habitable. We moved up the tables and chairs so that we wouldn’t have to climb up and down the chalet. It wasn’t long before we broke out the cards and mah-jong. Everyone played until it was time for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;first time&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in my life, I walked to Changi Village. Haha, usually my parents drive me there for dinner. But this time, we actually walked from the chalet to Changi Village. Had the famous &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nasi Lemak&lt;/span&gt;, which didn’t turn out to be as fantastic as many said it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of the night back at the chalet basically watching people play mah-jong until the wee hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011616680146448818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RYzW0WKNMbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7NLEADVXjVw/s400/P1010005.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011616688736383426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RYzW02KNMcI/AAAAAAAAACY/-jcsi8_hsW0/s400/P1010006.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011616697326318034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RYzW1WKNMdI/AAAAAAAAACg/W6AoMPukjuk/s400/P1010007.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m a &lt;em&gt;jinx&lt;/em&gt; when I’m sitting down. Haha, so I moved away after a while to watch some television. We ordered Mac breakfast after they were done with the game and I got totally ripped off. If anyone ever wants to buy Mac breakfast, don’t be stupid like me and buy just a burger. It’s much more worth it to get a whole meal instead. Sat around in the room and chatted a bit before dozing off to sleep. No one wanted to take photos because I didn’t want to say what my &lt;strong&gt;Chinese name&lt;/strong&gt; was!!! Those who know better shut up. :) Haha, got up the next morning at around 9.50 and booked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed home and nearly died along the way because I had to go to the toilet badly. Thankfully, I live nearby. For once, I had a direct bus to a chalet. Slept for the rest of the day and got up somewhere near evening time to get ready to go out for &lt;strong&gt;Christmas dinner&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, we were supposed to go to the place that Xiaxue advertised on her blog. If I’m not wrong, the place is called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Indulgz Bistro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. However, it seemed that someone had booked the entire place, for a dinner party perhaps? So Audrey quickly made reservations for &lt;strong&gt;Crystal Jade&lt;/strong&gt; instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011617964341670370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RYzX_GKNMeI/AAAAAAAAACo/aeaLgudvo74/s400/P1010005.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011617972931604978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RYzX_mKNMfI/AAAAAAAAACw/0gxSbyqiEJY/s400/P1010010.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was great. I was a bit concerned with the fact that the particular Crystal Jade we went to was &lt;strong&gt;Macau&lt;/strong&gt; and not &lt;strong&gt;Kitchen&lt;/strong&gt;. They didn’t have &lt;em&gt;porridge/congee&lt;/em&gt; there, so I ended up eating something else. But the food was good nonetheless, and I realised I really like the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;chilli&lt;/span&gt; they provided there. Haha, okay, that was really random, but while eating the dish with the green chilli, I realised their green chilli is a lot sweeter than other green chilli and it goes really well with their dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strolled around bugis for a while before heading to YY’s house for sleepover!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011619141162709506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RYzZDmKNMgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/F0lai500tzc/s400/P1010011.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011619149752644114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RYzZEGKNMhI/AAAAAAAAADA/R1YPzBuFCdc/s400/P1010012.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung out in her living room, eating and watching the tube at the same time. After exchanging presents and cards, we went up to her room. Our sleepovers are more or less the same if you ask me, hanging out, talking and falling asleep soon after. Sigh, what happened to the old times where we all managed to stay up for almost the whole night? Now, I’m one of the first to hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011619154047611426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RYzZEWKNMiI/AAAAAAAAADI/sPCnzQd-670/s400/P1010016.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011621632243741314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RYzbUmKNMoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Uw2LCa9o8sE/s400/P1010023.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011621168387273266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RYza5mKNMjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2d5tKC2vA6s/s400/P1010019.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011621176977207874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RYza6GKNMkI/AAAAAAAAADY/hCTUqMk7Ni8/s400/P1010017.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011621185567142482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RYza6mKNMlI/AAAAAAAAADg/g6p38JDEQOQ/s400/P1010030.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up pretty early the next morning, around 7.00 I think. Lied around on the mattresses and talked about random stuff until the grogginess of waking up so early wore off. Had breakfast and watched Ice Age. Haha, we seem to always watch Disney movies at YY’s house. First it was Finding Nemo, now Ice Age, what next? We left after the movie was over because there weren’t enough people to go out for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011621202747011698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RYza7mKNMnI/AAAAAAAAADw/z2qH6zbhdRk/s400/P1010031.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eating Tang Yuan!!! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to sleep in the afternoon, but I took a shower and now I’m not sleepy anymore. Argh! I’ve yet to receive my present. But at least now I know who my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Secret Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is. And I’ve yet to give out all my cards. I didn’t buy any stamp so the only way I can give the cards out is by meeting up with people. Haha, hopefully the class party will be planned soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE://&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isa and Ben apparently know their OG already! AH! Haha, I'm both excited and worried at the same time to find out what's mine. Maybe anxious is the right word to use. I'm still praying REALLY hard to get nice OGLS and nice people in my og. But it'll take a xmas miracle for that to come true. Oh well, hope for the best but expect the worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-8984886599601608892?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8984886599601608892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=8984886599601608892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8984886599601608892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8984886599601608892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2006/12/100th-post.html' title='100th POST !!!'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RYzW0WKNMbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7NLEADVXjVw/s72-c/P1010005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-8396097724368518401</id><published>2006-12-21T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T12:18:11.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished Xmas Cards and Present!!! *Updated</title><content type='html'>It’s about 4.30am in the morning now. There’s training later at 8.00 and my dad isn’t around to fetch me. This means I have to leave the house by 7.00 and I have to be up by 6.30am. However, I’m still awake because I spent the entire night to finish making the Christmas Cards!!! Haha, I have officially developed a phobia of making envelopes and cards. Next year, I’m going to settle on a simpler design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial design was somewhat troublesome to do. However, I decided to go ahead with it because the initial card count was like 10? But when I realised that people here and there might be left out and I remembered some people who I wanted to send to, the numbers slowly grew and I ended up making 33 cards instead. Bah, and I nearly pulled out all my hair just to get the cards done. And I’m really glad that I’m done. I’m proud that I managed to pull through. The stacks are sort of spilt into 3. There’s the close friends pile, team pile and class pile. So I guessed I just did pile by pile under I was done. Quite a good system if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010710510766469506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RYmeqWKNMYI/AAAAAAAAABs/A_n0LQ7ZlAA/s400/tristan(829).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, I’ve finally bought my Secret Santa present today at bugis. I won’t say what shop it is from, all I will do is just post a photo of the plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010710987507839394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RYmfGGKNMaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tOeUVkoZvag/s400/tristan(831).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, okay I shall end my entry here and try to get some rest before I wake up an hour and a half later to drag my ass to school. And the best part is that it’s raining now. Haha, oh well. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! I ended up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;oversleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! OMG! And not by one hour, or two hours, but by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIX BLEEDING HOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Kill me, kill me now and be quick about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-8396097724368518401?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8396097724368518401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=8396097724368518401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8396097724368518401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8396097724368518401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2006/12/finished-xmas-cards-and-present.html' title='Finished Xmas Cards and Present!!! *Updated'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RYmeqWKNMYI/AAAAAAAAABs/A_n0LQ7ZlAA/s72-c/tristan(829).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-233277018034913550</id><published>2006-12-19T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T00:42:45.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Raining* Edited</title><content type='html'>What a &lt;strong&gt;miserable&lt;/strong&gt; day, it’s been pouring since before I even got up and it’s still raining now. That’s like 6.am till midnight, non-stop raining. The worse part is that I couldn’t be slacking at home enjoying the cool weather. I had to lug my sorry ass out of bed this morning to get to VS for training. Initially I wanted to come up with some lame reason to not go but I decided against it in the end. No idea why I did, but I did and I’m glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the morning with no breakfast because I forgot to inform anyone that I had training. Than I had to trek my way through flooded roads filled with muck and other decomposing stuff to the bus stop. The best part was when the bus drove right pass me and I had to dash across the busy street lest I run the risk of missing it. Got of and switched buses twice because I was running late and had to reach the place as soon as possible. Nearly got splashed by bus number 12 because it was badly flooded at the TJC bus stop. Feel asleep standing up and nearly missed my stop if not for 4 VS guys who woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010265204262252898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RYgJqGKNMWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/brct-XXiQXc/s400/tristan(819).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The new pond formed outside TJC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached VS and sat around chatting till the coach came. We ended up doing gym because it was still raining and there were no signs of the rain letting up. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;VS gym, way better than VJ’s gym&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ugh, but it’s been so long since I’ve done any form of weight lifting except lifting my own weight everyday. Didn’t really complete all ten sets of everything like we were supposed to, felt quite nauseous after doing the sit-ups and back arch thingy. Well, at least I completed one or two things, and I got to try out some of the machines that I’ve never used at VJ before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010265204262252914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RYgJqGKNMXI/AAAAAAAAABY/94UlChuGJq0/s400/tristan(820).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw this photo on one of the notice board. If you can't really see it, it's a picture of the J1s when they were sec 1 or 2 in VS. Haha, it cracks me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of us hung around after gym to dig some balls while some others went to play street soccer in the rain. Than we all went to KFC after that for lunch. I got totally freaked out by this CAT high guy whom we saw at KFC with a bunch of OGLS from the letter R &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(haha, I still don’t know the names of the OGs yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I mean like seriously, I’ve never ran into any VJC student as scary as him before. I just pray I don’t get him as an OGL. In fact I’m praying that I don’t get a lot of other people as my OGL, haha but somehow I know that all that hoping and wishing won’t come true and I’ll end up with some crappy group, I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trekked home after all of that in the torrential rain. Missed bus number 2 when I got to bedok so I took a train back with Yi Liang and we ran into this girl who was talking to her reflection on the train. Haha, kind of reminds me of that fish in Finding Nemo who thought her reflection was her twin sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh bollocks, I’m feeling really guilty for eating Ultimate Chicken Meal for lunch and two waffles for dinner. Oh but good news for me, I just lost another kilo, haha so that’s 4 KG in all that I’ve lost. Bah, and I’ve also yet to finish making the Christmas cards. Boo hoo, there’s still so much to do and I’m feeling too lazy to get down finishing making all of them. Don’t expect much from the cards, I myself think I did a horrible job and I think they turned out to be quite ugly, or at least the handwriting is atrocious lah. ARGH! And there’s also the Secret Santa present to get and I’ve no idea what to get! Rah, shall go shopping after work tomorrow and hopefully I’ll come across something nice. And and hopefully I remember to bring my camera on Thursday and Friday for VJVB chalet and XMAS dinner with the gang! Haha, this way I won't have to wait eons for the photos to arrive, like how it's taking so long for me to get 3G gathering photos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010265199967285586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RYgJp2KNMVI/AAAAAAAAABI/ROqqgGBXrNs/s400/tristan(813).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I grew impatient waiting for Aaron to scan it so when I went back to work the other day, I took a picture instead. Haha, it's Fergie from this month's cover of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LIME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I just found this video on Leon's Youtube account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KUyzbGOJm7I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KUyzbGOJm7I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-233277018034913550?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/233277018034913550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=233277018034913550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/233277018034913550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/233277018034913550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2006/12/of-raining.html' title='Of Raining* Edited'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RYgJqGKNMWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/brct-XXiQXc/s72-c/tristan(819).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-4983659933959946511</id><published>2006-12-18T16:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T15:48:20.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Generation Gathering</title><content type='html'>Rah, I’m too impatient to wait any longer for the photos to be sent to me before I blog about House Comm. 3 Generation gathering. Or as we like or don’t like to call it, 3G Gathering, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the day with a visit to CGH to visit my grandfather. It was my first time at a hospital since the day I was born so I felt quite lost that. However, my mom navigated around the place like a pro and we managed to find my grandfather in record time. He looked like how I’d imagine him to look, weak on the bed with tubes inserted in him. It was painful to watch. But I guess the good news is that the doctor said he is getting better, so he’ll live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents dropped me off at tanah merah after that even though they could have fetched me to school. Why I asked them to drop me off at tanah merah instead of at school, you ask. Because I had to meet Wang Yu Hui so that she could pass me Photoshop! Haha, I’ve wanted to borrow it since I got my computer back so I made sure I borrowed it from her the first chance I had. Took a train with her to bedok and alighted to catch a bus ride to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MP3 ran out of battery so I expected a rather long boring ride to school. Thankfully I ran into Li Qin on the bus and we chatted until we reached the canteen. Haha, I forgot who was the one who said it, but House Comm. should be notorious for having the worse punctuality EVER! Haha, we were all supposed to meet at 2.00 but people were coming at 2.30, 3.00 and even later. So we hung around the canteen, went to look at the painted banners, sat and gossiped until we had enough people to rehearse the skit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, there are some serious ugly in the classroom containing all the banners. However, I did like the one which was already completed. I think it was Althea’s OG, letter O. I can’t remember the name of it though. Haha, I can’t believe one OG painted their entire banner with base paint. Lol, oh well, I’m sure most of them will turn out to be quite nice still, at least not as bad as the animagus banner. Now that was ugly, but unique at the same time I suppose. I mean it was the only banner that really stood out during this year’s O1, or at least to me it did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the skit was really short, like seriously short, and we finished rehearsals in like 15 minutes. So we made our way to the concourse to arrange the tables and chairs for dinner later that day. We took a while to decide the best possible way to arrange everything so that everyone could talk to as many people as possible. It was still early than so I went to the tree house with Bernice and Amelia to talk even more. As fun as it looks to sit on the bridge, it isn’t. Haha, you had to stick your leg through one of the ropes at the side if not you run the risk of sliding down. I think it wouldn’t have been as bad if the bridge was straight all the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the concourse to laze around even more before the seniors started pouring in. Li Qin and I were delegated the task of making the seniors register while at the same time getting them to fork out $5 each. We performed our lame skit and it was dinner time! The food was okay, there were some that were nice and some that weren’t so nice. Overall I would say that it was good. There was éclairs, the really good ones that Mrs Jay gets for us whenever we have guest speakers around; there was also almond jelly with longan, my favourite dessert. Those two dishes were enough to keep me satisfied; I think I had 3 bowls of almond jelly, haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got our House Comm. shirts that day. We wanted to all wear it and we were cutting it quite close when the person brought the shirts when the seniors had already arrived. So it was a mad rush to get changed and what I will never understand is why were all the toilets locked except the guys’ one?! I mean that is just stupid, we had girls cramming into the toilet to change and before that, there were girls in the guys’ toilet washing paint brushes. I mean the school must be quite stupid locking toilets especially since they know that students DO come back during the school holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched all the House Comm. videos after dinner on a laptop. Haha, it was quite pathetic because we were supposed to have gotten a projector. But at the last minute, Mr. Robert Yeo who seems to always be around school wasn’t around that day. So everyone just crammed around the laptop to watch the videos. I want those videos! But I think they are with some grand senior who I don’t know. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended off the night by playing 21. Haha, it was quite hard to get the game started because we had no container to hold the water and there weren’t enough cups to go around. So we improvised and use the huge bowl that once held the almond jelly and we use the excess cups that we had for eating the almond jelly. The water tasted weird because there were still chunks of almond jelly inside swirling around. We sat on the floor for some reason even though there were chairs around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it’s quite fun playing 21 with a new group of people for a change because the rules they set were totally different from those you normally get. Like Lydia made this rule that we couldn’t talk but had to sing instead. That was funny, and Ya Wen made this rule that for each number we said, we had to stick out one leg. Haha, the funniest part was when Emily said she couldn’t because she was wearing skirt. As usual, the noisiest were the ones who drank the most. We wrapped up at about 9.30 because the caterer had come to collect back all the trays etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 31 home with some of the house people and got a lift back home from Althea’s mom. Hopefully I get to bug the people who have the photos to send them to me soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-4983659933959946511?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4983659933959946511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=4983659933959946511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/4983659933959946511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/4983659933959946511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2006/12/3-generation-gathering.html' title='3 Generation Gathering'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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-22722509.post-8424422778166539688</id><published>2006-12-15T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T00:28:56.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get well soon</title><content type='html'>I’ve just got news that my grandfather suffered a heart attack. Eeeks, hope he gets well soon. I’ve never really met the guy cause apparently he’s been god knows where until recently when he came back to ask for money. But I guess it would be quite inhumane to just not be bothered about your own grandfather’s life, even though I must admit I’m not really shaken about the news. Not as much as my mom is I suppose. Oh well, I’m sure he’ll survive. That’s another grandparent landing in the hospital this year and it’ll be the last seeing as how the other two have long passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there’s nothing to watch tonight so I shall preoccupy myself with a quiz. Keeps my mind off things I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 If you were a colour, what colour would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’d be black because it matches everything. And it’s slimming too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 What would you consider as your second home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Probably VJC, since I’m there almost every day when it isn’t the hols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Which part of Paris would you most want to visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Err, I don’t really know Paris well enough to decide. So I’ll have to choose the only place I know, &lt;strong&gt;LONDON&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Which storybook character can you relate to most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No idea, I’m not really reading that much nowadays. And even if I’m reading, it will be the same old books lying around at home because I’m too darn lazy to go to the library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Which movie character can you relate to most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without question The Nutty Professor, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Which century do you think you really belong in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 If you had the ability to visit another planet, which one would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t know, MARS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 What makes your best friend so wonderful be with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can be myself around him, no need for masks, political correctness or anything of that sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Which one of your vacations meant the most to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Japan Trip last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 It's the end of the world. What one person do you save?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The person I dislike/hate/detest/ the most since he will be the only person left on Earth. But I don’t really know who at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 If you were another species, what would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jaguar, I like carnivorous, predatory animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 What is the primary thing that makes you who you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My flaws since they seem to stand out more than any strengths I may have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 If you were to serve someone [of your choice], whom would you serve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t like being ordered around. Tell me to do something and I’ll purposely do something else if I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 What does hatred mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something that should always be kept under wraps because once it gets out, all hell will break lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 What, above all else, makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The fuzzy, indescribable feeling I get every now and than when something special or meaningful happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Who, above all else, makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My friends and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 What provokes your anger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Smokers, BO, annoying people who play their Handphone music on the bus, people who talk with their elbows, narrow minded losers, KOK, meow, CES, those who fish for compliments too often, the list could go on forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Why do you believe in your religion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m agnostic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 If you could, what colour would you paint the sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’d paint it this colour. &lt;em&gt;(Pic taken in Australia this year.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008787198152482946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RYLJa0VnIII/AAAAAAAAAA8/9b8ovAdCek0/s400/very+pretty!!!.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Look at world around you. Are you significantly different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Are you really your own person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Honestly, no. I’m hardly ever myself around anyone because I hate conflict, I avoid it and all the drama that comes along with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Do you feel that your friends have to approve who you date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Who do you associate with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My friends? Duh who else? My enemies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Are you disappointed when you and your friends have different views?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disappointed? Not really, I try to take it as their own P.O.V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 How about when you share the same opinions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do I feel disappointed when they share the same opinions? Of course not, I feel reassured. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 If you could ruin someone's life, which would you choose to hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, I best not answer this question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 If you were to make someone's life better, who would you help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After I’m done fixing my own, than I’ll look into helping others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 How is an abuser also a victim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When he/she does it unconsciously to a loved one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 If you met a true psychotic, would you ever take them seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, well majority of my friends are psychotic, so I’ll see what they have to say first and than I’ll decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 If you ever met a major depressive, would you try to help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, especially if I can relate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 If you met a sociopath, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Runaway!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 If you met an addict, would you try to get them treated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 If your best friend asked you to try a drug, what would you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’d reconsider the term best friend. Than I would help he/she get treated instead because leaving he/she in the lurch would make me a horrible friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 How is life like a jar of pickles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It sucks for some and it rocks for others. Some love it some don’t, simple as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 How is the wealthy unfortunate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My brother said that the wealthiest man in the world once commented that he didn’t like his position because people were always finding ways to get money from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 What is the greatest wisdom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Knowing the greatest wisdom is the greatest wisdom. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37 What is the best thing in the entire world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 If you could make someone's life miserable, how would you do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, take away the things that matters most and their ability to get those things back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 If you could make someone's life better, what would you do to help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, this is a hard one. Those who need help to having a better life will probably never be contended with whatever you give them and those who are already contended don’t need my help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 What do you wish to say the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-8424422778166539688?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8424422778166539688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=8424422778166539688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8424422778166539688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8424422778166539688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2006/12/get-well-soon.html' title='Get well soon'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RYLJa0VnIII/AAAAAAAAAA8/9b8ovAdCek0/s72-c/very+pretty!!!.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-3106520284351150936</id><published>2006-12-14T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T00:22:47.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats Sexy</title><content type='html'>Got this off Aaron's Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/charlatan.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-3106520284351150936?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/3106520284351150936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=3106520284351150936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/3106520284351150936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/3106520284351150936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2006/12/thats-sexy.html' title='Thats Sexy'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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-22722509.post-4960212635722038256</id><published>2006-12-12T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T20:01:49.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Entries or Long Entries?</title><content type='html'>I realised I don’t really enjoy reading super long blog entries that are just all filled with words, words and even more words. Which makes me wonder: actually how many people are bothered to read my entries, especially when I ramble on about utter nonsense which spews from the black hole in my skull? Perhaps it would be better if I blog shorter entries, haha, more frequently in a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news for me, the fever actually helped me lose 3kg. Haha or at least I lost 3kg since the last time I weighed myself. But I guess that pretty much cancels everything out seeing as how I’ve been putting on weight throughout the holidays. So now, I’m back to my initial weight. So much for all my exercising, at least the squats I did reaped some results. According to some people, I jumped higher than I usually do during training today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to training after such a long time was interesting. Haha, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. In fact, it wasn’t bad at all. I seriously thought that people would give me the cold shoulder, like why is he back after he left us for that period of time. I’m really thankful that everyone was like welcome back. Well they didn’t exactly say it but I felt welcomed back in a way which I don’t know how to describe. Mr Chew came by to coach us today because the coach was busy. I am fearful to see what things would be like when the coach and VS comes down on Thursday. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mr Chew commented that I grew taller. Haha, did I really? It would be great if that was true, but somehow I think it was the new shoes. Maybe they have extra padding or something. My back is aching right now. Strange than everyone else is aching at their legs and my back is aching instead. The best part is I have no idea why. Oo, I hear fat people suffer from back aches. Could this be the first sign of severe obesity?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve finally learnt my lesson. Remember the last time I ate Tom Yam Ban Mian after playing pool with some class people? Well I had the same dish today when the team went out for lunch. I cannot understand how I finished the whole bowl the last time. Today, I only managed half the bowl before I felt like I had just ingested lava, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’ll end my entry here. I shall keep it short and sweet. And if anyone has &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adobe Photoshop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CAN I BORROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :) ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-4960212635722038256?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/4960212635722038256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=4960212635722038256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/4960212635722038256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/4960212635722038256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2006/12/short-entries-or-long-entries.html' title='Short Entries or Long Entries?'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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-22722509.post-7082683663571842229</id><published>2006-12-11T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T15:52:43.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Not The Drama</title><content type='html'>Okay, my computer has been sent to repairs so now I will just have to settle for my mom’s laptop, which pretty much sucks. Somehow I can’t lock the touchpad because this laptop is ancient. So every now and than when I’m typing, the cursor will suddenly jump and I’ll have to slowly navigate my way back to where I was originally typing from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t been updating that often recently and the reason why I’m blogging today is because I’m at home and bored. Initially, I was supposed to go to work today. However, I suffered from a rather high fever yesterday and hence had to call in sick. It’s been quite a while since I’ve been so sick, I mean really sick. Usually I will have a sore throat or just some running or blocked nose. But this fever was really quite serious. I remember tossing and turning all through the night and woke up twice in the middle of the night to realize that I was covered in cold sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first felt that I was coming down with a fever, I thought that it would get better like later in the day. Yet, things got worse instead and at one point I thought I had dengue. Ha-ha, it was because I had recently gotten a number of mosquito bites and I guess was being a drama queen at the same time. Well at least I’m feeling a bit better now. The temperature has subsided but I’m still aching all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what I need is to get up and exercise. Right now I’m feeling very lethargic, just lying in bed and typing away. Maybe I should do something more vigorous to get the blood pumping. Well, if all goes well, hopefully I will feel even better tonight so that I can do something tomorrow. The restaurant place in which I supposedly got a job has to call and it’s been almost a week. To be honest it doesn’t really matter if they call or not because I guess a part of doesn’t really want to work. Ha-ha, I’m just in it for the money. Besides, if they still don’t call, at least that means I can return to training tomorrow. Gosh, it’s been a month since I’ve gone for training, wonder how lousy I am right now. I’ve got to admit it’s intimidating to go back to training with the guys, but oh well. I’ll just have to roll with the punches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I’ve wanted to mention something on my blog for a really long time and I guess now that I have the spare time to blog, I shall. It’s regarding taking bus number 2. Oh my god, taking that bus is a positive nightmare! I know I have said this countless times, but seriously, you won’t fully understand what I’m talking about until you experience the bus ride for yourself. If you’re lucky, the one time you take the bus may not be as horrifying for you, but just imagine this okay. You get on the bus, it’s really empty. So you happily plant yourself in a nice corner, planning on enjoying the rest of the bus trip in peace. Suddenly, you pass by the ITE and these hordes of guys come up. There are two worse case scenarios present here. One would be that they suffer from the worst case of body odour ever or two, the start blasting music from their hand phones and start singing along to it, off tune too!!! So far I’ve yet to experience both scenarios together and let me tell you, I’m really thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if it isn’t ITE guys, it’s foreign workers or old people. I’m not trying to be mean here but frankly, would it hurt to bathe, even using just water is fine. Somehow, I am really appreciative for foreign workers who take the liberty to at least spray something on their body so that the smell alright. The saddest thing is that whenever I’m in close proximity to someone that reeks, I have no idea how to move away from the smell without rubbing it in their faces that they stink. Hence, I usually end up holding my breath or placing my nose as close to my shirt as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you who have yet to take bus number 2, a word of advice, make sure you are prepared when the time comes. Ha-ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-7082683663571842229?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7082683663571842229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=7082683663571842229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/7082683663571842229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/7082683663571842229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-not-drama.html' title='So Not The Drama'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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-22722509.post-6766832486926185149</id><published>2006-12-10T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T01:37:21.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Amusement</title><content type='html'>Oh dear, haha, it’s been more than a week since I’ve blogged. I guess you can say that the holiday is getting to me and I’m growing even lazier. Well, my sudden motive to blog is because my com will be taken away on Monday to be sent for repairs. Hence I decided to make as much use of my computer as I can before it goes for repairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see, my week has been pretty mundane, basically entertained myself in any way possible. I did however manage to get a few things done. Haha, I bought the materials to make Christmas cards and envelopes, I’ve been to the gym &lt;strong&gt;ONCE&lt;/strong&gt;, I went swimming, I packed my room &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(finally!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I went for a job interview and supposedly got a job as a waiter even though the manager has yet to get back to me and I went for Sakae buffet just yesterday. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006580055314956674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RXryCMiagYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VW7mn5SZPeM/s400/DSCN3893.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, I think we're growing closer. OMG, insider joke, my stomach hurts from laughing so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the really effective way in which I made time fly by was sleeping late at night and waking up in the afternoon the next day. I’ve been keeping myself amused at night by watching television. Haha, I’m still laughing at how bad Taiwanese people’s English are. I watch 娱乐百分百 or just in case the Chinese characters don’t show, it’s 100% entertainment in English, and I must tell you that I not only laugh with them, I laugh &lt;strong&gt;AT&lt;/strong&gt; them. Somehow one of the host, the one that’s a singer, has the imagery of being fluent in English, so delusional that he doesn’t mind embarrassing himself in front of the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here are some of his English phrases used in the show. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; big student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am go school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; big &lt;strong&gt;school&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if that isn’t enough, their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;subtitles&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are wrong too.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of &lt;u&gt;mock tails&lt;/u&gt;, the subtitles read &lt;strong&gt;motel&lt;/strong&gt; and instead of &lt;u&gt;special&lt;/u&gt;, the subtitles read &lt;strong&gt;speshow&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of interesting things to watch on television nowadays, I generally occupy myself with OPRAH, the Tyra Banks show, America’s next top model cycle 7 &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(on Youtube),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; amazing race 10 &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(on Youtube)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and 7, survivor cook island &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I follow the one showing in America),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; nip tuck, girls out loud &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yes it’s great fun laughing at them, or at least Wendy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, project runway, 娱乐百分百, prison break, the Ellen show and of course the coverage of the Asian games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing my room was&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I had a hard time sorting things out because I seemed to have accumulated a lot of junk throughout the entire year and my lifespan of 16 years. I found really old junk like notebooks from when I was in primary school and all the little knick knacks that I somehow kept till now. So I flung everything out from the drawer and onto my bed, floor and chairs and started sorting between things to keep and things that were just rubbish. After a gruelling 3 hours, I was done. Haha, it’s surprising that I take so long to sort out my room considering how small it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006580008070316386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RXrx_ciagWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/G23XR7mk0vE/s400/tristan(806).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spread on the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006580008070316402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RXrx_ciagXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0hlAWZcQSuI/s400/tristan(808).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A pile of the rubbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006580003775349074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RXrx_MiagVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d7JFum8_Hk8/s400/tristan(805).jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Semi-cleared table.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and maid seem to have some sort of &lt;em&gt;rag-and-bone-man&lt;/em&gt; past. I don’t know why, but they just love going through my trash! Like my maid will weave in and out of the huge pile of rubbish I had put into a few plastic bags and half an hour later, she has her own pile of stuff that she wants to bring home to give her kids. Oo. My mom is even better; she takes only fifteen minutes to decide what shouldn’t be thrown away and what can be given to some of her poorer friends. I let them do what they want until my mom starts making me take back all the pens that I have thrown away. It seems that every time I throw away a pile of pens, it comes back. And it just accumulates over the years and currently, I have about three to four drawers of pens. And that’s just me, not counting other members of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least now that’s all over and I have a clean room with all my stuff tucked away in the third story or in the incinerator. Okay, that pretty much wraps up my really dull week. Hopefully I’ll have something more interesting to blog about when my computer gets back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-6766832486926185149?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6766832486926185149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=6766832486926185149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/6766832486926185149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/6766832486926185149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2006/12/self-amusement.html' title='Self Amusement'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lX3c6nstpMM/RXryCMiagYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VW7mn5SZPeM/s72-c/DSCN3893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22722509.post-1949416317392253797</id><published>2006-12-01T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T16:12:52.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little R&amp;R and many FIRST</title><content type='html'>Haha, I’m finally home for the whole day. I can’t believe I’m saying this seeing as how I was begging for people to go out with just a week ago. But this week has been quite jam packed, so I guess I’m thankful for today to be less hectic and allowing me to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently&lt;em&gt; jobless&lt;/em&gt; right now because the work at Aaron’s aunt’s spa lasted for three days only. However, my cousin is currently helping me schedule an interview for a job that would last the first two weeks of the December holiday. Hopefully I can get it because the pay is good and I would really like to have the money, haha, I mean who doesn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at the spa was quite fun, the person who I was working under was usually busy and when I got one task done, it would take a while before she gives me something else to do because she has to figure it out herself first. Haha, I remember the second day. I hardly did anything that day, except a couple of pen and paper work, because she was struggling over how to do some inventory thing. So Aaron and I basically just sat around reading blogs and surfing the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day was more interesting partly because I had overslept and rushed like a mad person to get to work. When I reached, there wasn’t much for me to do so I entertained myself by drawing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fergie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha, I just copied the cover of the December issue of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Aaron went nuts over the drawing, maybe because I didn’t do a very good job and disfigured her quite badly. He is suppose to scan the drawing but I’m certain he has yet to do so. When he does get down to scanning it, I shall post it and you all can laugh at it too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6093/2773/400/732919/tristan%28788%29.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Collapsed from laughing.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a day of many &lt;u&gt;firsts&lt;/u&gt;. I went to play pool outside for the &lt;u&gt;first time&lt;/u&gt; with some class people. Usually the only place I play pool at is at Darren’s house, but ever since his mom sold the pool table, it’s been quite long since I last held a cue. Now that I think back, we should have made more use of the pool table he had before it got sold. Haha, anyway, playing pool at parkway was quite cheap. It cost about $15 for 2 tables and we played for about 2 hours plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6093/2773/400/431974/tristan%28790%29.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got lucky that day and got really excited when a ball unexpectedly went in. I got so excited that I jumped with a cue stick in my hand and nearly puncture a hole in the ceiling. Haha, how should I know that the place had such low ceilings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had lunch at parkway and I had &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom Yam Ban Mian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;u&gt;first and probably last time&lt;/u&gt;. I didn’t expect it to be so hot, because usually Tom Yam stuffs that are sold in public cater to those who can’t really handle really hot food. I even took a small plate of chilli with me and totally didn’t use it at all because the soup was already hot enough to burn a hole in my tongue. But I guess it added more flavour to the soup and all the vegetables and other ingredients didn’t taste as bland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle and I went over to Jomaine’s house because I had no where else to go for the next two hours and I didn’t want to go home just to go out 15 minutes later. It was my &lt;u&gt;first time&lt;/u&gt; at Jomaine's house, haha. We watched the first 4 episodes of Grey’s Anatomy and ate quite a lot in the process. For the &lt;u&gt;first time&lt;/u&gt; in my life, I saw instant popcorn being made. Haha, Jomaine popped this packet into the microwave and let the kernels pop for about three minutes before taking the packet out. I know that instant popcorn is made this way because I’ve seen these packets in NTUC before, but I’ve never really seen the process of popping the popcorn. And of course, I was smart enough to take a video of it, haha, so for those out there who live under a rock like me, you can see how instant popcorn is made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K80yI4FRx6s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K80yI4FRx6s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left at about 4.00 to go to Tampinese to cut my hair. Initially I wanted to cut my hair at 4.00 but my mom said that the hairdresser had someone schedule the day before at that time slot, so I had to settle for a 5.00 timeslot instead. When I got there, I had to wait quite a while because these pair of girls was having their hair styled for prom. I asked for suggestion on a new hairstyle but the hairdresser said my hair was too short. Haha, too short okay! So in the end, it was back to same hair style which is really getting quite boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my way over to Tampinese Gym later to meet up with Amanda and Zhi Wen, haha. I can see a lot of “&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;” coming my way, but the reason why I met them was to go to the gym together and I’m the kind of person who doesn’t really enjoy doing stuff alone. It was the &lt;u&gt;first time&lt;/u&gt; I paid to go to a public gym. I was quite embarrassed at the gym because I couldn’t really lift a lot of the stuff there, haha. Like when doing the bicep curl, I could only lift a measly 20kg. &gt;&lt;’’ There was this really funny machine that I used which trained the inner thigh. It was something you would probably see at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;KK hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the maternity ward where their beds have this device for pregnant women to prop their legs up and open for doctors to check on their baby. Haha, I guess you can say that using it was rather obscene so I made sure that I used it quickly and left before anyone notice what was going on. Did some cardio but burnt about only 200 calories because I had arrived late and had to leave soon to get home for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I’m quite well rested and wishing for something to do tomorrow. Haha, maybe I’ll bug my cousin about the interview later. For now, enjoy this video which I had to risk my life to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qgjwWmy0pSg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qgjwWmy0pSg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;He claims to be a &lt;strong&gt;muse&lt;/strong&gt; and it certainly got me &lt;strong&gt;amused&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-1949416317392253797?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/1949416317392253797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=1949416317392253797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/1949416317392253797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/1949416317392253797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2006/12/little-r-and-many-first.html' title='A little R&amp;R and many FIRST'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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-22722509.post-7827504483179706207</id><published>2006-11-27T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:15:59.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yvonne Chia's Sweet 16</title><content type='html'>Just started work at Aaron’s aunt’s spa today. Basically did all the weird admin stuff, I think I was doing inventory? Like stock check or something because I was changing stuff like price of product, name of product and number of product. Staring at the screen all day can be quite boring but I think the most difficult part of it all was keeping my back from aching after all the slouching I did in front of the screen. Well, I managed to find ways to amuse myself with the task at hand though, like spotting &lt;u&gt;oxymoron&lt;/u&gt; in the products name. I mean "&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;intensive&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;gentle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;" cleansing mask?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the host of &lt;strong&gt;So You Think You Can Dance&lt;/strong&gt;. What possessed the producer to hire some British chick or some chick with a British accent?! She looks so spastic talking and hosting the damn show. I can’t exactly remember if she was the same host for the first season of &lt;strong&gt;So You Think You Can Dance&lt;/strong&gt; but she seriously ruins the show for me. Hopefully they won’t get some lame ass host for&lt;strong&gt; Fever on the Dance Floor&lt;/strong&gt; like how they got &lt;strong&gt;Daniel Ong&lt;/strong&gt; for Singapore Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m too lazy to wait for YH to send me the photos from Saturday so I decided to update first and perhaps maybe edit the entry when she does send me the photos. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(YH if you are reading this I’m waiting for the pictures hor!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yvonne’s birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last Saturday, a really really belated birthday celebration. Her birthday was like around late September but because it was nearing the exam period, the celebration was put off until after the exams. However, with all the preparation for Velvet etc after our EOYs, we only managed to find time to finally celebrate it for her last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held the celebration at YY’s house. Initially, there was a lot of debate regarding where to host the party. We thought of places like her house, the zoo, sentosa and the list goes on. However, when YY discovered how some of us enjoy going to Seoul Garden to eat and invited us over to her house for a hot plate dinner, we decided that it would be best to hold the party there since everyone would be present. It’s getting quite hard to get everybody together at the same place on the same day since people are getting busier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went there with Aaron in the pouring rain and luckily I was smart enough to bring a huge ass umbrella with me. To hell with tiny portable umbrellas that cover only half of me, those are for tiny/normal sized people. &lt;strong&gt;Huge&lt;/strong&gt; people like me need big umbrellas to shield against torrential downpours. I think I need to get a pair of waterproof shoes though, seeing as how my flats are constantly getting soaked and when I wear flip flops out, I run the risk of breaking my back. That’s why you see me waddling like an old man when I’m walking around on a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we still managed to get to YY’s house in one piece &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(barely though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and by the time we had reached, the baking of Yvonne’s cake and brownies had already started. I think YY’s mom nearly threw a fit at the whole baking session. Being quite retarded when it comes to baking, I stood out of the way and attempted to cool myself down in her living room. We were supposed to have an orange theme, which is basically whereby everyone wears orange except Yvonne. Haha, however, some people didn’t have orange shirts and some people neglected to inform others to bring orange shirts &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Tsk tsk tsk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Thankfully YY had enough shirts to go around and I managed to find a tiny orange shirt, which I can no longer fit into, at home to loan to Darren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6093/2773/400/452426/oreo%20cheesecake%20in%20the%20making.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6093/2773/400/648527/the%20bakers.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Bakers. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not a family name but literally the people who baked the cake and brownies. YY should be in the picture too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne arrived earlier than we would have liked or expected. I guess you could say that we weren’t entirely prepared to throw her the party yet, with minor details like the card and decorating her cake still unfinished. So we entertained and distracted her with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and by playing with her hair. Of course, I’m sure she knew that something was going on but haha, we somehow enjoyed pretending that she didn’t know what was going. I guess everyone enjoyed the idea of keeping her in the dark and at least she was sporting enough to go ahead and pretend that she didn’t know what was going on. &lt;strong&gt;OR &lt;/strong&gt;at least I think she pretended that she didn’t know what was going on, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6093/2773/400/714148/yv%27s%20new%20hairdo%20%28%21%29.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yvonne's new hairdo, &lt;strong&gt;take 1&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6093/2773/400/939345/yv%27s%20new%20hairdo%20%282%29.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yvonne's new hairdo, &lt;strong&gt;take 2&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while she watched the movie, we stealthily wrote messages in her card and artistically cut up the brownies to form a heart shape for her. The original idea was to spell something like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;HAZARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;YVONNE&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;SOTONG BALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but there was either no space on the plate or not enough brownies to form a word. At the same time, the &lt;em&gt;oreo cheese-birthday-cake&lt;/em&gt; was being chilled in the freezer and the food for dinner was being prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally settled down for dinner soon after the movie ended. Haha, I think we must have consumed millions of calories worth of food because there was quite a spread and the amount of butter used was insane. Dinner was&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; fantastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I think we got quite inventive with all the egg, tang hun and rice that seemed to have a lot left over. Personally I would have preferred if YY’s parents didn’t come home so early or would have as YY said, found some excuse to go out until we were done, at least with dinner. But, I guessed we still made the best of what we had and I enjoyed it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we cut the cake, opened the presents and made Yvonne put on a fashion show with the clothes we got her for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6093/2773/400/90611/in%20birthday%20clothes.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Her new look! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I think it was rather chaotic getting the atmosphere just right when we sang her the song and got her to walk into the room which was only illuminated with lights from the candles on the cake. We made her pose for a million photos as well as videos that YY and I were taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6093/2773/400/272987/oreo%20cheesecake.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;16 years old and &lt;strong&gt;2 months&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6093/2773/400/984344/brownie%20heart%21.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6093/2773/400/333815/with%20bday%20card.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday&lt;/strong&gt; girl with her &lt;strong&gt;birthday&lt;/strong&gt; card.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake was delicious but there wasn’t much to go around. I guess that’s a good thing considering how much butter we ate during dinner. We were supposed to play monopoly but somehow ended up hanging out in YY’s room instead. Aaron, Nic and I left soon after with a lift from Nicole’s dad, while the rest waited for Yvonne’s dad to give them a lift. Haha, next on the agenda, Darren’s birthday! Oh oh, and Christmas party at Audrey’s house with gift exchange. Haha, the number of times we had to draw lots just so that everyone picked someone else other than themselves was amusing to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6093/2773/400/864443/grp%20shot%20%282%29.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Orange overload!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Videos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Singing happy birthday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8oyApAK5UDc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8oyApAK5UDc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cutting the cake.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUea3j1FtvA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUea3j1FtvA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Opening the presents.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MuchFboS-hQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MuchFboS-hQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Catwalk! Work it!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WNcQ3jEjUNw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WNcQ3jEjUNw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And of course, one of the crazy moments.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nhum1PWRMb4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nhum1PWRMb4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-7827504483179706207?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/7827504483179706207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=7827504483179706207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/7827504483179706207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/7827504483179706207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2006/11/yvonne-chias-sweet-16.html' title='Yvonne Chia&apos;s Sweet 16'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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-22722509.post-8323734061291729750</id><published>2006-11-23T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T23:27:35.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness isnt a disease ;; Interview Mayhem</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxPrszN9FhI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxPrszN9FhI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;[Updated]&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, woke up really early today to get to Tanjong Pagar for some job interview. I really struggled to get out of bed because I had slept at three and had to be up by eight thirty. In the end I got up at nine instead and made my way to Tanjong Pagar. Was contemplating on whether or not I should take a cab since I was going to be late, but I knew that the others would be late too so I decided not to in the end. And thank goodness I didn’t waste money taking a cab because I ended up being the first to reach the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, there was some message that was supposed to get to Yu Hui and I that didn’t. So the two of us ended waiting at Tanjong Pagar for an hour before Yvonne and Audrey arrived. We went to International Plaza where the job interview was held at. Let me just say that the place has the most complicated lift system I have ever come across in my life. There were like 12 to 18 lifts and we didn’t know that each lift only went to some particular levels only until after we took the first lift we went into and realised that there was no level 33 to choose from but a level 35. So we got out at level 9 and realised that there was no button to press to go up OR down. So we were pretty much stuck on that level until a lift finally stopped at that level so that we could go down to search for the correct lift that would take us to the correct story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got there, we filled up this application form. I’ve never really filled up much application forms before so I left quite a lot of the questions blank. In the end, the only jobs available were one as a gift wrapper at Watson and one working as something in retail at Vivo City&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(I don’t know how to spell the name of the shop &gt;&lt;’’)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Both required one to work for 6 days a week and the timings were usually around 8 hours a day. The pay was pretty much quite basic, $4.50 to $5.50 an hour. Deliberated rather long over which job to choose because the one at Vivo paid more but wasn’t confirmed while the one at Watson paid less but was confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we left with their name card and headed to Sim Lim Square to check out this job that would be held at Singapore Expo for 4 days. It was a long walk to Sim Lim Square from Little India MRT and we saw this 70 year old drag queen. Haha, it was the strangest sight because from far, the persons back looked like a man while the front looked like a woman. We only found out the persons gender when we walked pass him/her and we heard a really low voice. Haha, the person was either scolding YH for running past or some motorcyclist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job at Expo was for selling computers at some exhibit, the pay sucks and it’s like $2 an hour and we get $20 commission for every computer we sell. The thing is that we or I know&lt;em&gt; squat&lt;/em&gt; about selling computers so I’ll probably end up standing around looking really stupid and earning my 2 bucks an hour which doesn’t really seem worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all that, we went to Vivo to look around for jobs because the place had just opened not too long ago and a lot of the shops there were just getting started. So we were hoping that one shop would be looking to hire and it turned out that quite a few were indeed looking to hire. The only twist to it is that they were looking for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;long term&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time that YH and I went to Vivo City so of course we were running around cam whoring at the same time. It really puzzles me why Xmas decorations &lt;strike&gt;are&lt;/strike&gt; were up so early in the month of November. I guess that’s why Singaporeans are called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kiasu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6093/2773/400/565468/CRAZY.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6093/2773/400/461497/CRAZY%202.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6093/2773/400/672152/blush2.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6093/2773/400/597621/happy%20feet.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The two whom I'm taking this photo with want to watch this movie.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6093/2773/400/167453/us%20and%20harbourfront%20backdrop.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;With the harbourfront view as our backdrop.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6093/2773/400/25319/tristan%28771%29.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;There's a snowman at Vivo.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6093/2773/400/348594/us%20with%20snowmen%202.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Taken with the snowmen!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6093/2773/400/334957/we%20dont%20enjoy%20waiting%20for%20MRTs.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;We don't enjoy waiting for MRTs &lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(especially if they're crowded)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-8323734061291729750?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/8323734061291729750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22722509&amp;postID=8323734061291729750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8323734061291729750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22722509/posts/default/8323734061291729750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/2006/11/craziness-isnt-disease.html' title='Craziness isnt a disease ;; Interview Mayhem'/><author><name>farcical-rants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13956573289443910435</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-22722509.post-6067506730165677537</id><published>2006-11-22T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T00:50:19.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Case of Insonmia</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I enjoy watching Martin Yan’s show every weekday on channel five. However, whenever I watch the show, I choose to mute it because when you can actually hear what is going on, it’s quite retarded really. I mean like, I guess he is being entertaining to some, but it’s annoying when he behaves like an idiot, making weird noises whenever he doesn’t have anything to say just to fill the silence, or when he doesn’t know what English word to use. Like he didn’t know the word of some kitchen appliance and he went &lt;u&gt;this wonderful robotic&lt;strong&gt; AH-HA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I mean…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone who slept at like five yesterday, I’m surprisingly awake and energetic right now. I woke up at like 9.30 today and lazed around in bed till 11.30. I was supposed to be at Aaron’s house in the morning, but I was too lazy to crawl out of bed. Anyway, I knew that if I didn’t call him, he would still be sleeping. We went to Tampinese together to meet Cindy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Somerset was definitely not without funny moments. I can’t get over the fact that Aaron was actually bitching about Xiaxue and when he suddenly saw this woman with Xiaxue like hair, body shape and height, he turned to her and asked are you Xiaxue! I mean who does that!!! Haha, I think I almost died from laughing so hard. We arrived at around two thirty at Heeren and wandered around waiting for Sakae to allow us in for the students buffet. Some nice lady there allowed us to reserves seats first. We managed to kill time at HMV with Cindy and Aaron debating over which was Jolin Tsai’s latest album &lt;em&gt;(wasn’t really interested)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6093/2773/400/tristan%28766%29.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6093/2773/400/tristan%28765%29.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, the two neoprints are hilarious. Apparently the neoprint shop in Heeren had some neoprint contest and this two were runner up and first prize winner of the competition. To be honest, they look really ugly in the picture and I have no idea how they won. Maybe the judges were judging the picture on creativity or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness we reserved seats at Sakae because when we went up after that at 3.00, the place was miraculously packed compared to when we were there at 2.30. So we managed to get nice seats near the starting of the conveyer belt where all the food that were just prepared would come out. For the first time in all my visits to Sakae, we were warned about food wastage. Haha, the waitress found the pile of rice I hid underneath the stack of plates and informed her manager. Lol, of course, we managed to find other ways to hide unwanted stuff that came along with some of the sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pretty much stopped eating the rice-type sushi after the warning because it would cause us to get full faster. Instead, we ate things like chawamushi, fried crabstick, fried tofu etc. The only thing that had rice in it was the soft shell crab hand roll. Oh theres are two new types of chawamushi now available at Sakae. One is the tandoori chawamushi, the other one I can't remember the name but I know that it has pumpkin in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6093/2773/400/tristan%28763%29.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Only took a picture of the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pumpkin chawamushi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to think up of a few new ways to hide food that you don’t want to it, for our case, it was the weird shredded cucumber that the chef’s put into the hand rolls, probably in an attempt to make us full faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Step one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Some plates come with the cucumber as a garnish, so to get rid of the excess cucumber in the hand rolls, carefully place some strands on every plate that you have on the table, making sure that its realistic enough to show that it looks like a garnish that came with the sushi and not a pile of unwanted cucumber from the hand roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Step two.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you somehow didn’t take enough plates to get rid of the cucumber or that the waitress at the particular Sakae that you go to is really efficient, make us of the small tiny plates that they provide to hold your soy sauce and wasabi. First, you place the shredded cucumber into the soy sauce. Since its transparent, make the sauce murky by putting loads of wasabi so that it looks there’s only soy sauce and lot’s of wasabi. Take it from me, this trick works like quick sand. It sucks all the cucumber in and hides it rather well. However, the only bad part about this is that the plates are really small and if you use too many plates, the restaurant staffs might get suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps. this works really well if you are trying to get rid of rice because the staff will just assume that your sushi fell apart when you were dipping and that it is too salty for you to eat it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Step three&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ordered chawamushi, keep the bowl and throw a few strands of cucumbers in. This will definitely work because it will just look like the weird stuff in the bottom of the chawamushi that reminds me of tang hun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps. this works really well too if you are trying to get rid of a bit of rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step four.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;If you really love hand roll and have so much cucumber that step one, two and three doesn’t work, put it into the container that comes with the soba, add light sauce to better hide the cucumber because this way, the staff may think it as just little strands of left over soba noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked off all the eating at paragon and spent one hour there playing with all the electronics stuff at Sony, walking around and pretending that we were rich, visiting Cindy’s friend who worked nearby, looking at ridiculously expensive stuff and wishing that we could afford it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6093/2773/400/tristan%28767%29.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this photo is hilarious. It was at the entrance of Paragon and is actually an advertisement for hair removal, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to post photos of last week when we went to Audrey's house because we had nothing better to do. I managed to give Yvonne a makeover on one day and the two of us and Nicole cooked noodles on the second day. As incredibly stupid as this sounds, it was my first time cooking noodles by myself. Or maybe it was my second time, either way it was somewhat of a new experience, haha, so I got rather excited over cooking noodles. &gt;&lt;''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6093/2773/400/yvonnes%20makeover.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yvonne's Makeover!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6093/2773/400/tristan%28743%29.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Waiting for the water to boil to cook Nic and my noodles.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6093/2773/400/tristan%28742%29.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yvonne cooked hers in the microwave&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and she couldn't find the seasoning until after the noodles were cooked and she realised that they were stuck to the noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6093/2773/400/dont%20mess%20with%20me.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Don't mess with her when she is hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6093/2773/400/tristan%28744%29.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22722509-6067506730165677537?l=farcical-rants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farcical-rants.blogspot.com/feeds/6067506730165677537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comme
