<?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-14921019</id><updated>2012-02-07T16:27:00.243+08:00</updated><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='Atarashii no burogu  =)'/><category term='end of september holidays'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='boredfunboredfunned'/><category term='post-prelims'/><category term='Chinese'/><category term='sex education?'/><category term='Bicycle'/><category term='OFFLINE status'/><category term='Annoyance..'/><category term='最近の調子'/><category term='SYF day'/><category term='TEGOSHI X BECKY'/><category term='HONMEI-CHOCO'/><category term='20th April..'/><category term='Doshite..'/><category term='my biological brain'/><category term='the aftermath'/><category term='Malay'/><category term='「永遠色の恋」'/><category term='Trust factor'/><category term='video-ed performance'/><category term='watashi wa ~ 小肠面线 desu'/><category term='Exams stress'/><category term='kyo no CHOIR PRACTICE'/><category term='HIM'/><category term='the first ever.. ( well maybe not =X )'/><category term='prologue'/><category term='dust mites~'/><category term='PURE???'/><category term='GIRI-CHOCO'/><category term='esplanade'/><category term='Self-consciousness'/><category term='...'/><category term='JIKAN GA NAI'/><category term='temperamental'/><category term='my last day...'/><category term='Phantom of the Opera'/><category term='genting'/><category term='lei..'/><category term='pre - o lvls'/><category term='hohoemi wa shiranai de..'/><category term='my darling electone..'/><category term='National Day cum School Bazaar cum Bpian Idol'/><category term='EMO time..'/><category term='nani shiterun dayo..'/><category term='sho ga nai..'/><title type='text'>Ulteyejx's World</title><subtitle type='html'>A ranting site which clearly describes my view of the world around me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-7305007138770957369</id><published>2011-05-11T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T21:54:54.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIM'/><title type='text'>HIM.</title><content type='html'>OMG I SO HATE HIM.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY HATE HIM.&lt;br /&gt;HATE HIM SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE TOTALLY DOESNT REALIZE THAT I'M FREAKING OUT AND HE JUST TAKES HIS TIME TO SLOWLY.. S-L-O-W-L-Y REPLY HIS MESSAGES AND WHEN I SAY "SEE YOU TOMORROW" HE JUST DOESNT REPLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT'S THE POINT IN ASKING ME OUT ON A DATE WHEN YOU'RE TOTALLY NOT INTERESTED IN ME?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE ASKED HIM BEFORE WHY HE ACTUALLY ASKED ME OUT ON A DATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WAS IT ON IMPULSE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WAS IT BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO GET MY MIND OFF ANOTHER GUY WHO IS CHASING ME?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO" (LAUGHS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LIKE H-E-L-L-O!? JUST TELL ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE HELL DID I BOTHER WITH NEW SHOES AND A NEW BLOUSE JUST FOR THE SAKE OF GOING OUT ON 1, O-N-E DATE WITH YOU WHEN I KNOW THAT YOU ALREADY HAVE SOMEONE THAT YOU ARE 'SORT-OF' SEEING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE HELL AM I TRYING TO STARVE MYSELF SO AS TO LOOK GOOD IN THE CLOTHES I BOUGHT TO WEAR FOR YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG GUYS ARE SO SO SO CLUELESS AND USELESS AND WORTHLESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU DIDNT EVEN PLAN ON TREATING ME AS A REAL GIRL THAT YOU WANT TO TRY TO MAKE A RELATIONSHIP WORK WITH, YOU SHOULDNT HAVE EVEN GOTTEN MY HOPES UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH DAMN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-7305007138770957369?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7305007138770957369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=7305007138770957369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/7305007138770957369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/7305007138770957369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2011/05/him.html' title='HIM.'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-8305244887078083913</id><published>2011-04-02T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:53:02.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Celebration Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Im back from dinner at BaliThai with my family.&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to be my good-results-celebration dinner thing for me getting a GPA of 4.0 for my last semester in Ngee Ann Polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;So since it's MY celebration dinner, I'm supposed to be able to invite my own friends and BOYFRIEND to this dinner thing, right?&lt;br /&gt;But obviously since my parents are against me having a Malay boyfriend, they made this whole celebration thing a FAMILY event.&lt;br /&gt;Which means that I can't invite my boyfriend to celebrate with me.&lt;br /&gt;What's worse is that my parents switched the dining venue from one halal diner to another halal diner.&lt;br /&gt;Is this totally getting at me or what.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be 2 years since me and my boyfriend got together.&lt;br /&gt;My parents should already have been used to the idea of him as my boyfriend and should be getting to know him more.&lt;br /&gt;But what do my parents do?&lt;br /&gt;They pretend that he does'nt exist, and on the occasion of him coming into contact with my parents, they pretend that he is just my friend.&lt;br /&gt;COME ON.&lt;br /&gt;By tricking yourselves into believing that I will come to my senses and dump my Malay boyfriend for a better Chinese boyfriend with better future prospects in the university, you just do not want your daughter to be happy at all.&lt;br /&gt;What if I get married to my Malay boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to be making my life hell with all the racial and cultural differences?&lt;br /&gt;Can't we just love each other for whom we each are and treat each other equally without all the differences; just as we are fellow humans?&lt;br /&gt;Is being Chinese necessarily better than being a Malay and vice versa?&lt;br /&gt;Should'nt the most important point be that of how my boyfriend is treating me and not whether he is of the same race as ours?&lt;br /&gt;So what if I really break up with my Malay boyfriend in the end and get a Chinese boyfriend who treats me worse than what my Malay boyfriend used to treat me?&lt;br /&gt;Will you still force me to marry him because this Chinese guy has more money, has more influence in the society and most importantly, is CHINESE?&lt;br /&gt;I know that my Malay boyfriend has many flaws. But we are still young; we still have time to mature and form our individual identities in the society.&lt;br /&gt;So won't you just give me, him, and all of us a chance to prove ourselves by trying to accept this relationship for just what it is and not try to pretend that it does not exist?&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-8305244887078083913?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8305244887078083913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=8305244887078083913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/8305244887078083913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/8305244887078083913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2011/04/celebration-dinner.html' title='Celebration Dinner'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-8524199309636838352</id><published>2009-12-21T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:39:38.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>幸せ</title><content type='html'>私は今幸せですよ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;その人がもう私の彼氏になりました。今日は私たちが付き合った六ヶ月、１７日ですよ。&lt;br /&gt;もうすぐクリスマスが来るよね。楽しんで待っています！&lt;br /&gt;私は一生懸命きれい人になるよ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私の成績では、あまりよくないです。日本から帰国した後、すぐ試験があったから。。&lt;br /&gt;試験を準備する時間があまりなかった！いや！&lt;br /&gt;まあ。今は休みですから、今リラックスしかないですね！&lt;br /&gt;学期がもう一度始まったら、がんばります！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;旦那さん大好きだよ。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-8524199309636838352?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8524199309636838352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=8524199309636838352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/8524199309636838352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/8524199309636838352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='幸せ'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-501581895147676335</id><published>2009-05-28T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:06:32.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omggg i cant believe this.. LALA!!! YOU CREATED A JIAJIA-THEMED PAGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;sugoi. LOL. umm.&lt;br /&gt;well. what do i have to say about it ne.&lt;br /&gt;its like.. im really very busy with school and my love life..&lt;br /&gt;I HAVENT BEEN WATCHING ARASHI STUFFS FOR ABOUT 1 MONTH ALREADY!!! (of my own accord.. whenever i meet ryuryu though, she spams me with arashi stuff, so you cant blame me. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still love tego yo! but for some reason, im kinda tired of him for the time being. maybe its true. we really NEED a regular variety show for NEWS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should petition to johnny-san.. like what we've been planning since last year lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiajia still loves JE, but its just that she doesnt have much time ne...&lt;br /&gt;gomen ne!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minna daisuki!!!&lt;br /&gt;-jiajia-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-501581895147676335?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/501581895147676335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=501581895147676335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/501581895147676335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/501581895147676335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2009/05/omggg-i-cant-believe-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-1552080023753529958</id><published>2009-05-25T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:16:50.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>昨日はすごく楽しかったんです。ちょっと、デートみたいな感じね。&lt;br /&gt;彼のこと、好き？そうね。彼の匂いはなんか、分かんない。。幸せの香り？&lt;br /&gt;まあ。&lt;br /&gt;すごく幸せな感じを感じていたけど、&lt;br /&gt;今は恋いの時間じゃない。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiajia is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think ive had it since saturday. is that the... SWINE? OMGGG. *freaks out*&lt;br /&gt;no lah. xD its just a normal flu ne. -&gt; due to stress levels and etc and etc and therefore, my immune system is compromised and SLE? no way. SLE = systemic lupus erythromatous, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiajia's love life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiajia's japanese-ish life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omggg i think ive been really out of the JE life for very very long.. i dont understand this.. but i dont really feel that im looking forward to tego's new drama! OH NO!!! lala!!! i know you're reading this! dont bash me! im still in tegoism, though. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;分からない。本当に。&lt;br /&gt;好きな人とか恋いをするとか、本当に分からない。&lt;br /&gt;彼は、私のこと、どう思うのか？&lt;br /&gt;知りたいけど、知ったら、どうするの？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-1552080023753529958?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1552080023753529958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=1552080023753529958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/1552080023753529958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/1552080023753529958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2009/05/jiajia-is-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-5981236673265272897</id><published>2009-05-15T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:21:24.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to so many ppl telling me to post again, here i am again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, jiajia is really kinda stressed out now.. There are like tons of projects and group assignments and individual assignments to do now.. and in another 2 weeks, COMMON TEST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, jiajia is now suffering from a migraine that has lasted for about 3 days already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An update on my Japanese-ish life! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im studying Japanese in school now, in Intermediate 201. I managed to jump 2 levels to get here. REASON? you may ask.. Well, let me tell you.. THERE'S AN IMMERSION TRIP TO OSAKA FOR THE STUDENTS IN THIS COURSE!!! yepp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've submitted my application form, together with a Japanese and English essay on 'Why I should be chosen [to go for this trip]'. After submitting the essays, i checked the japanese one with as japanese teacher. DAMN. Most of my grammar is wrong and out of lplace.. but really DO want to go to osaka!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, im more into ARASHI than NEWS cos NEWS really has too little things/media for me to go high over, so im satisfying myself with ARASHI. AIBA!!! lol. im still in love with TEGOSHI though. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, i have quite a few jap-ish friends who like JE too. AND GUESS WHAT?!?!? Ive managed to convert a JAPANESE TEACHER in my school to JE FANGIRLING!!! *kyaaaas* I really love that japanese teacher of mine a lot lol. She is LOVE. seriously. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tegoism..  yea, i miss it alot.. especially when it was just formed.. allof us angels and tegoists were so enthusiastic over it! I remember going on to tegoism at least 5 times a day to chat there with all the tegoists.. It will never go back to that way it was, deshou? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiajia in nursing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiajia doesnt want to go back to the hospital. life in school is so good. well. life cant be perfect, ne. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to all my friends,&lt;br /&gt;-jiajia-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. WE'RE MAKING OKONOMIYAKI TONIGHT AT THE JAPANESE TSUBASA CLUB!!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-5981236673265272897?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5981236673265272897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=5981236673265272897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/5981236673265272897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/5981236673265272897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2009/05/yosh-due-to-so-many-ppl-telling-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-7518710025047522691</id><published>2009-02-21T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:29:44.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TEGOSHI X BECKY'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the other day a story came out that Tego was dating Becky. It had been reported their relationship started when Tego began flirting with her. He asked her out to eat several times while working on ItteQ and 24HR TV, she liked him too, they email each other every day blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky and her agency denied the allegations and she stated in her blog: "No, not true. No way. There's no way. (laugh) 10,000% no. ...How could they write that!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady doth protest too much, you say? Well, an insider claims the story really was wrong. "No, Tegoshi was the one going after Becky. He confessed to her. But what he got back was the most awful and unbearable rejection."&lt;br /&gt;Yikes, did she laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word has it Tego's been damaged mentally. "Saying Becky's name in front of Tego would cause a serious problem; he'd turn pale and break out into a sweat. One time someone on staff said, 'bekki ni kakarete imasu' (it's written somewhere else) and Tegoshi got very nervous and jumpy. He really couldn't handle her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky screwed Tego up so bad, not only is he scared of her but he has now developed gynophobia - a fear of women. When he's alone with a girl he breaks out in hives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shit you not, that's what it says. Seriously? Gynophobia? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. i dont really believe it, but at least its something to do with tegoshi-sama lol. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-7518710025047522691?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7518710025047522691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=7518710025047522691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/7518710025047522691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/7518710025047522691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-other-day-story-came-out-that-tego.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-7872620707796291990</id><published>2009-02-13T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:26:43.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the aftermath'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>チョコレートはやっとあげました。&lt;br /&gt;すげえ緊張しました、けど、今は大丈夫と思います。&lt;br /&gt;えええ。&lt;br /&gt;ちょっと。どうして、私の心は今まで迷っていたかしら？&lt;br /&gt;これって、もしかして、青春の味？&lt;br /&gt;バレンタインね。&lt;br /&gt;分かんないけど、この気持ち私は嫌！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ー&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;もうすぐ試験が来るね。。&lt;br /&gt;頑張れ、祐子！！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-7872620707796291990?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7872620707796291990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=7872620707796291990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/7872620707796291990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/7872620707796291990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-7514965921188502366</id><published>2009-02-01T10:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:01:16.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GIRI-CHOCO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JIKAN GA NAI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HONMEI-CHOCO'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VALENTINE'S DAY IS COMING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who dont know when valentine's day is, you must have probably been living under a rock for like the past 300 years or so lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine's day is on the 14th of february!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. should i make chocolate or just buy them myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year is another year of giri-choco ne. honmei-choco winners are not here yet.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. exams are coming soon, so i think i wont have the time to spend making my giri-choco. so i'll just probably buy them hahaha.. OKANE GA NAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are like tons of stuffs to do now.. argh i wish that CNY would last forever haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maa.. sho ga nai deshou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been going onto tegoism that much either.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. im going to get back to my work now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mata ne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-7514965921188502366?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7514965921188502366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=7514965921188502366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/7514965921188502366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/7514965921188502366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-is-coming-for-those-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-3809621985484049001</id><published>2009-01-24T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:59:41.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='最近の調子'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KONNICHIWA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year (CNY) is coming soon, ne. My home has been decorated with tons and tons of CHI-NA red and gold stuffs. and the fish and the scrolls. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the goodies part, my mom made her infamous peanut cookies again. ive tried not to steal them as much as possible, but they're calling out to me, so what can i do?! and theres.. chocolate almonds. i steal that shamelessly cos its really nice. yep. and peanuts and cashew nuts.. i dont eat nuts; im not a chipmunk. and the usual egg rolls are there.. i dont steal them; my brother does. but somehow, i get the blame when the container is empty lol. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents went to chinatown yesterday as part of their 'tradition'. and they bought tons of mochi-ish cakes. my mom told me that those cakes were filled with some traditional japanese bean paste. and needless to say, they've been scammed. (although i didnt say it to them lol) oh yatta! i see stale bread rolls. i just love stale bread rolls cos they're so hard and chewy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd, i went to my cca, which was the japanese tsubasa club. and.. we cooked okonomiyaki!!! umm.. or rather.. I cooked okonomiyaki. i love cooking you see.. but the point is.. (according to fadzhan) the appearance of my cooked food is unappealing, but weirdly enough, it tastes good. XD oh lol.. the jtc ppl havent seen the bentous i make to sch. haha. well.. the okonomiyaki we cooked yesterday was kinda.. uncooked. but it tasted good with the tonkatsu sauce and the mayonnaise, so yep. it worked out well! =D but.. im still kinda worried about the others who ate the okonomiyaki.. did they get indigesstion or diarrhoea? or smth.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. what have i been busy with these few days ne..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROJECTS, PROJECTS, PROJECTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, like what ive said above, ive only been bakari doing projects. FON project.. SAWI project.. Pharm project.. and the major scary one that is coming up.. the NR project. yea. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about NR.. there was this assignment that i was supposed to be doing, or should have done, before i left for my attachment. which was like eons ago. and.. i didnt do it. lol. its like 15% of NR. but i really didnt care. so this term, when we came back to sch, our NR teacher flashed this page on the screen showing everyone's grades. oh lol, lol, lol. all the ppl who didnt pass up that assignment failed. except me. XD (sugoi, right?) haha.. so cos there were so many ppl who failed cos they didnt pass up their assignment, our module leader decided to give us a chance to do our assignment and pass it up by friday (yesterday) to try to pass the module. but only with half of the marks achieved. so chel and i (ppl who didnt do the assignment but still managed to pass the module) decided not to do the assignment although we were given a 2nd chance. there were so many projects to do!! but on thursday night, i chickened out.. and stayed up into the night doing the NR assignment. GOMEN NE, CHEL! kuri-chan was online with me cos we both had assignments to do. so i managed to finish the assignment and printed it in sch, and dumped it into jayanthi's pigeon hole ytd. *washes hands off NR*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soshite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after netball ytd, i went to pharmacology lecture. outside the lecture hall, while we were waiting to go in, i got hold of a subarashii marvellous news.. IM IN THE DIRECTOR'S LIST!!! YATTA YATTA YATTA!!! and i went up to the office to collect my letter of commendation. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, i woke up with my whole body aching. omt netball is really having its toll on me. my lower back is aching like mad. and my arms and my legs are like really really sore. omt thank god netball is going to end soon. and i just noticed. on the back of my right hand, there is a long bloody scratch. and i traced my actions back to yesterday to find out what had caused it. NETBALL. someone was snatching the ball from me and... SHIIIN! i got a scratch. but lol. i didnt notice it until this morning. &lt;- kinda slow, eh? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i gtg have my lunch now before my mom decides to remind me to have it. and then.. i'll have to go to work too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soredewa..&lt;br /&gt;minna, mata ne! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jiajia-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-3809621985484049001?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3809621985484049001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=3809621985484049001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/3809621985484049001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/3809621985484049001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/konnichiwa-chinese-new-year-cny-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-2683961295285517770</id><published>2008-12-24T11:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:40:47.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='「永遠色の恋」'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>真冬の空の下　その瞳に僕が映る&lt;br /&gt;ラストのバスが今　走り去って行く&lt;br /&gt;見えない系に導かれて&lt;br /&gt;二人は出会うための道を&lt;br /&gt;一歩ずつ　たどり続けて来たんだね&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;寒空に　一瞬輝いた　流星がくれたのは&lt;br /&gt;はにかんだ　最高の笑顔と&lt;br /&gt;眩く二人を包む 「永遠色の恋」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;キラキラ舞い降りる　君との初めての雪&lt;br /&gt;一緒に見とれたフリして　君を見つめてた&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今日からは同じこの道を　喜びも悲しみも&lt;br /&gt;みな一つずつ 二人で受け止めて行こう&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;君だけは　絶対離さない　いつまでも　どこまでも&lt;br /&gt;約束さ　永遠に消えない季節を　二人で訪ねよう&lt;br /&gt;寒空に　一瞬輝いた　流星がくれたのは&lt;br /&gt;はにかんだ　最高の笑顔とこのまま眠ることない　&lt;br /&gt;「永遠色の恋」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;薄れて行く空から　明日が今日に生まれ変わる&lt;br /&gt;肩寄せ合い　足並み揃え　歩いて行こう&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;君だけは　絶対離さない　いつまでも　どこまでも&lt;br /&gt;約束さ　永遠に消えない季節を　二人で訪ねよう&lt;br /&gt;寒空に　一瞬輝いた　流星がくれたのは&lt;br /&gt;はにかんだ　最高の笑顔と心に刻まれて行く　&lt;br /&gt;「永遠色の恋」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---(^.^)---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;この曲はＮＥＷＳからのアルバムＣＯＬＯＲの永遠色の恋だ。いい曲でしょ。まあ。。&lt;br /&gt;この歌の歌詞私は大好きで、皆聞いての時にも、私と同じ気分を聞きなさい。&lt;br /&gt;本当にいい曲ですよ。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-2683961295285517770?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2683961295285517770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=2683961295285517770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/2683961295285517770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/2683961295285517770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-6134447414171973359</id><published>2008-12-20T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:27:31.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>お母さんは、私が嫌いです。&lt;br /&gt;本気ですよ。&lt;br /&gt;どうして。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;泣いたのは、僕だった&lt;br /&gt;弱さを見せないことが&lt;br /&gt;そう強い訳じゃないって君が言っていたからだよ&lt;br /&gt;信じてた。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-6134447414171973359?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6134447414171973359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=6134447414171973359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/6134447414171973359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/6134447414171973359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-380317622634125824</id><published>2008-12-19T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:29:30.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh i saw a japanese flag today.. on the back of a nurse's dress. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it just so happened to be a nurse from NP..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dakara, i quickly ran towards her in the station just as she was going out from between the barriers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and told her of the devastating news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chel and i shoved her in the toilet, thinking that it must have been the worst thing to ever happen to anyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it happened to dele-dele before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-380317622634125824?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/380317622634125824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=380317622634125824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/380317622634125824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/380317622634125824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-i-saw-japanese-flag-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-5233631077116978162</id><published>2008-12-17T10:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:40:06.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>そして、雑誌のコーナーへ行きました。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;その後で、私のリングを無くした。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;手越様、本当にごめんなさい。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;泣いたのは、僕だった。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-5233631077116978162?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5233631077116978162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=5233631077116978162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/5233631077116978162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/5233631077116978162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-3893112503981535515</id><published>2008-12-16T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:06:07.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kyou wa watashi no jinsei ga hajimatta kara, ichiban saiyaku no hi da.&lt;br /&gt;(since the day my life started, this has been the worst day ever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ and i dont care about the tenses anymore. i think the tenses are wrong. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left home for choa chu kang (cck) at 12nn to meet atikah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate lunch (oh the horrible stall owner) at cck's muslim food court.. Shiao Ron Bao wa oishii desu yo! &lt;- Xiao Long Bao is delicious yo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took bus 190 to orchard. and on the bus, we watched itteQ - plop in the pond! (OMT tegoshi-sama wa cho cho cho kakkoi! herumetto ojisan's flip in the pond!!! XDDD) and.. we got off outside tangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soshite.. Oruchado de karaoke wo shimasu. NIHONGO no karaoke da!&lt;br /&gt;(And.. Karaoke at Orchard. Japanese karaoke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oruchado emuarutei kara, watashi-tachi wa forumu no mukou he arukimashita.&lt;br /&gt;(We walked to Forum from Orchard MRT.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano tokoro wa chotto tooi desu kedo, tomodachi to isshou nara, nanimo muzukashikunai desu ne.&lt;br /&gt;(Although that place is kinda far, but when im with my friend, nothing is too difficult for me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIKASHI.&lt;br /&gt;(However.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole karaoke place was fully booked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NANDE NANDE DAME?!?&lt;br /&gt;(Why why cannot?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dakara, watashi wa atikah to betsu no karaoke basho wo sagashiteta.&lt;br /&gt;(Therefore, Atikah and i searched for a different karaoke place.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demo, nihongo no karaoke ga doko mo arimasen deshita.&lt;br /&gt;(But, there wasnt any other japanese karaoke to be found.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zannen deshou ne?&lt;br /&gt;(Isnt it a pity?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shikatta ga nakatta de, watashi-tachi wa faru isuto he ikimashita.&lt;br /&gt;(Since it couldnt be helped, we went to Far East.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOSHITE!&lt;br /&gt;(AND!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watashi wa.. YUKATA wo KAIMASHITA!!!&lt;br /&gt;(I.. bought a yukata!!! Or not really lol.. but i just gave the deposit for it haha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorede, watashi-tachi wa Takashimaya he ikimashita.&lt;br /&gt;(And then, we went to Takashimaya.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watashi wa, Takashimaya no Kinokuniya de, hitotsu no hon wo sagashite imashita.&lt;br /&gt;(At Takashimaya's Kinokuniya, i looked for one book.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono hon wa.. Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac.&lt;br /&gt;(That book was.. Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac.. &lt;- from Tegoshi-sama's new eiga(nakushita kioku)!!! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was out of stock. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT. my mom wants to sleep.. so i'll just post up to here 1st and then, i'll post up the rest tmr. XD hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-3893112503981535515?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3893112503981535515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=3893112503981535515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/3893112503981535515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/3893112503981535515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/12/kyou-wa-watashi-no-jinsei-ga-hajimatta.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-1159296623379875712</id><published>2008-12-06T09:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:11:35.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay 26 is finally on 4-hourly para!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-1159296623379875712?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1159296623379875712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=1159296623379875712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/1159296623379875712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/1159296623379875712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/12/yay-26-is-finally-on-4-hourly-para.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-7637935331394178397</id><published>2008-12-04T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:51:06.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yosh. im back from my aftnn shift today. kinda tired.. and my feet are aching. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to do my case study on my dear old (68 years old) patient in bed 22, ward 41. so i'll grab all the history and other stuff from his case notes tmr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh i have this really really irritating patient in my cubicle. he is seriously non-compliant.. and ARGH. i want to whack him on the head if i can manage it. like.. oops! sorry! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this patient SMOKED on the balcony outside the cubicle!!!! and my poor patients!!!! that *******... grrrrrrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no matter how much i told him to stop, he still smoked and he told me off for telling to stop smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE'S THE DAMNED LOGIC IN THAT?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh grrrah. no point raising my BP over this kinda person. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is my dad's bdae.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPA!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think i will try to introduce him to my beloved tegoshi. or not. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday messages are still coming in.. *feels so loved*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh ya. gotta do my jap homework. and my NR. although i think my NR will fail lol. XD but i dont care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDC. rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watashi wa nan no tame ni konna ni ganbarun no? kangoshi yori.. isha no hou ga motto ii to omoimasu.. dakara.. o-isha-san ni naritain desu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-7637935331394178397?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7637935331394178397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=7637935331394178397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/7637935331394178397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/7637935331394178397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/12/yosh.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-236610477715619848</id><published>2008-12-03T18:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:54:58.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!! XDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-236610477715619848?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/236610477715619848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=236610477715619848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/236610477715619848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/236610477715619848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-to-me-xddd.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-81389157222201739</id><published>2008-11-11T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:57:03.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>doushiyo doushiyo doushiyo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be debarred from CMBio!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nande nande?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only skipped once!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.O.U.S.H.I.Y.O...........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-81389157222201739?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/81389157222201739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=81389157222201739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/81389157222201739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/81389157222201739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/11/doushiyo-doushiyo-doushiyo.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-6144017053473675441</id><published>2008-11-10T20:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:02:23.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>minna, konnichiwa!&lt;br /&gt;lol i went to the battlebox at fort canning with my dad the other day.. and these are the pictures we took there. (although there were many signs saying 'no photography' there rofl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SRgwg7uB5TI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8Wt1UyoHK_4/s1600-h/P1010313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267013106554496306" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SRgwg7uB5TI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8Wt1UyoHK_4/s320/P1010313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SRgwg6uSzEI/AAAAAAAAACI/ulIHAKAxXXc/s1600-h/P1010311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267013106287168578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SRgwg6uSzEI/AAAAAAAAACI/ulIHAKAxXXc/s320/P1010311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SRgwgYn7jII/AAAAAAAAACA/D5O4b9vfPFo/s1600-h/P1010310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267013097133673602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SRgwgYn7jII/AAAAAAAAACA/D5O4b9vfPFo/s320/P1010310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SRgwgAXxI1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/cKYAaK74fSQ/s1600-h/P1010284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267013090623431506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SRgwgAXxI1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/cKYAaK74fSQ/s320/P1010284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SRgwffwD7YI/AAAAAAAAABw/OtRic2qvHjI/s1600-h/P1010305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267013081866956162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SRgwffwD7YI/AAAAAAAAABw/OtRic2qvHjI/s320/P1010305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SRgveOl6F5I/AAAAAAAAABo/RTf5xnk5Y4U/s1600-h/P1010282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267011960569468818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SRgveOl6F5I/AAAAAAAAABo/RTf5xnk5Y4U/s320/P1010282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SRgvdcfiggI/AAAAAAAAABg/gKKWkufPmls/s1600-h/P1010280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267011947120984578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SRgvdcfiggI/AAAAAAAAABg/gKKWkufPmls/s320/P1010280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SRgvcEGCHII/AAAAAAAAABY/s7YciYiaXNY/s1600-h/P1010247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267011923391683714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SRgvcEGCHII/AAAAAAAAABY/s7YciYiaXNY/s320/P1010247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SRgvbRDEfaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GIEcy8Khjjg/s1600-h/P1010243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267011909689048482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SRgvbRDEfaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GIEcy8Khjjg/s320/P1010243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SRgvZ4hVLqI/AAAAAAAAABI/pcYGMj-HtWU/s1600-h/P1010231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267011885925215906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SRgvZ4hVLqI/AAAAAAAAABI/pcYGMj-HtWU/s320/P1010231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soredewa. mata ne! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-6144017053473675441?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6144017053473675441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=6144017053473675441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/6144017053473675441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/6144017053473675441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/11/minna-konnichiwa-lol-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SRgwg7uB5TI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8Wt1UyoHK_4/s72-c/P1010313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-5409889839572633713</id><published>2008-09-20T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:20:03.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YATTA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exam results are out.. and guess what?? I got a GPA of.... *drumroll* 3.88!!!!! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one from my BPGHS will believe this lol.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, im on attachment right now, so i wont be able to come online that often.. considering that this blog is just temporarily revived lol.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im attached to NUH, Ward 55.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaah. i dont like attachments... i cant wait till sch reopens! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-5409889839572633713?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5409889839572633713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=5409889839572633713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-5869204368894759203?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5869204368894759203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=5869204368894759203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/5869204368894759203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/5869204368894759203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-want-to-eat-sesame-tofu.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-8785110928849308868</id><published>2008-08-10T09:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T09:07:10.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>アイツはどういう意味だ？！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;早く伝えてくれよ。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-8785110928849308868?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-828881181948618005</id><published>2008-08-03T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:24:42.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NSL test!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to study so much for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M A S S U!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-828881181948618005?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/828881181948618005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=828881181948618005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/828881181948618005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/828881181948618005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/08/nsl-test-going-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-6993678895499799610</id><published>2008-07-19T07:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T07:53:59.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh im so stressed out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta study 8 chapters for aap by wednesday for peer tutoring. gaah. kinda regret accepting eugene-sensei's offer.. but.. oh well. its all for my AD and my $80. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;projects projects projects!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psychology project, sociology project, cnp project, cits project, fon project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the ****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's being very pushy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea! my individual assignment for cnp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap i havent written it yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the workload's getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIC practical test and Jap letter next wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doushiyo kana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time!!! jikan ga naishi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wish it was the holidays now.. then we could go have our end-of-year soba and to go out and have fun again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectancy Theory :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'An individual will be motivated based on the expectation that a completed goal will be followed by a givve incentive and on the attractiveness of that incentive to the individual.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal : To finish all the assignments as stated above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivation = attractiveness x probability x trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My incentives :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hana Yori Dango Final!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Code Blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End-of-year soba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attractiveness (of the incentive) : 99%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probability (of completing the goal) : projects -&gt; 100%; 8 chapters of aap -&gt; 60%; MIC pract test and Jap letter -&gt; 80%&lt;br /&gt;=(100% + 60% + 80%) / 3&lt;br /&gt;=240%/3&lt;br /&gt;=80%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust (the probability that the incentive(s) will be awarded) : 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivation : 99% + 80% + 100%&lt;br /&gt;= 279/300&lt;br /&gt;= HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ijou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mata kondo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-6993678895499799610?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6993678895499799610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=6993678895499799610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/6993678895499799610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/6993678895499799610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/07/ahhh-im-so-stressed-out.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-2113483371370109629</id><published>2008-07-07T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:05:12.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Posting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of sch is really great. although my irresponsible NSL teacher suddenly cancelled class without telling us, it was still great cos of eugene sensei and thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digestive system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swallowing = deglutition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we learnt why spastic is spastic, idiotism, moronism, and imbecilism. haha.. no such words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god for psychology.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-2113483371370109629?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2113483371370109629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=2113483371370109629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/2113483371370109629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/2113483371370109629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/07/posting-1st-day-of-sch-is-really-great.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-3602665779716172221</id><published>2008-07-03T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:34:04.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im really tired lol.. these few days of attachment to various places have really drained me out lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only fun thingy that ive been doing so far is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOING TO JAP CLASS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, jap class is not really about learning jap stuff as much as having fun there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 4 sidekicks at jap class : sab, hayden-san, xiu kun-kun and elston-chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. if not for them, i wont be enjoying jap class this much lol.. i love jap class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that our teacher, li sensei, is such a kind, nice, and gentle teacher helps a great bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LI-SENSEI GA DAISUKI!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we learnt many verbs and their opposites ytd! haha there was actually a formula to calculate the opposites lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(verb) + i = original verb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omoshiroi = interesting (original verb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(verb) - i + kunai = opposite of original verb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omoshirokunai = not interesting (opposite of original verb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original verb to opposite of original verb =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omoshiro - i + kunai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= omoshirokunai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem Solved!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. during our 7pm break during jap class ytd, i went down to cheers for the 1st time since i entered NP lol.. i must be really out of date lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i really have to thank sab a lot lol.. i got like tons of videos of NewS and Tegomass!!! *drowning in shiawase-ness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no such word though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to make curry udon tmr at cultural!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if.. i manage to get there by the designated time lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja.. mata ne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-3602665779716172221?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3602665779716172221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=3602665779716172221' title='0 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stand it anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was posted to the psychiatric ward today for 2 days at a nursing home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only the 1st day and i cant stand it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know all the talk about the patients being mentally confused and all, but.. i really cant take it anymore. they're really eating into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know whats going to happen next, who's going to stand behind me at the next moment, what the patients are thinking when they are looking at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres this vicious gleam in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is a MRSA patient housed in a common ward!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ffs. its really infectious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wears 2 sets of PPE*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-441704034780277966</id><published>2008-06-29T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T19:18:13.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-441704034780277966?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/441704034780277966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=441704034780277966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/441704034780277966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/441704034780277966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/06/frustrated.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-1013676118505499476</id><published>2008-06-27T19:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:02:26.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhh i feel great! its the end of the 1st week of CA!!! so.. 1 week left till school starts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never realized how much i like school until i started CA. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some pictures from my CA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SGTTW8JYvlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/W7ZfjGDd0Q8/s1600-h/Smiles...jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216526659457957458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SGTTW8JYvlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/W7ZfjGDd0Q8/s320/Smiles...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;vivi, my CA partner, and me at jurong east mrt station. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SGTUuHrzN-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/jBp-IHcoJKM/s1600-h/Cheese!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216528157203707874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SGTUuHrzN-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/jBp-IHcoJKM/s320/Cheese!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me, guat pei and vivi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha.. we asked the security guard to take our picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haiz.. it cant be helped that my eyes are so small. it looks like im squinting at the camera lol!!! and my dark eye circles.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gyabo..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i dont have enough money to buy moisturizing eye cream..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha.. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well.. im going to school tmr to chiong my doramas!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;finally i get to satisfy my lust that has been piling up for 1 whole week lolz. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-1013676118505499476?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/SGTTW8JYvlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/W7ZfjGDd0Q8/s72-c/Smiles...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-3824699428551865493</id><published>2008-06-26T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:00:10.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh.. another day is coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with utmost horror, i discover my common test results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was expecting to get better marks.. this was seriously a bucket of distilled alcohol pouring in waterfalls onto my head. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. lets review my grades..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fundamentals of Nursing (FON) : A+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychology and Sociology (PAS) : B+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anatomy and Physiology (AAP) : B+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microbiology and Infection Control (MIC) : A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. i was aiming for at least an A for each subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must work harder!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i lose to a bunch of foreigners (no racism intended) and a bunch of people who dont study?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH THE HUMANITY!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant take this lying down.. i really have to aim for all A+ for every subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially AAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chel didnt study much and got like A. i studied till 5.30am in the morning and got a B+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE **** IS THIS?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im seriously going to mug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-3824699428551865493?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3824699428551865493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=3824699428551865493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/3824699428551865493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/3824699428551865493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/06/argh_26.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-4385176454552349347</id><published>2008-06-22T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T16:01:13.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is copied from weide's blog, who in turn, copied it from someone from facebook. its really really cool. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was from SOPRANO.. see whether the description is true or not!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE YOUNG PERSON'S GUIDE TO THE SATB CHOIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any chorus, there are four voice parts: soprano, alto, tenor, and bass. Sometimes these are divided into first and second within each part, prompting endless jokes about first and second basses. There are also various other parts such as baritone, countertenor, contralto, mezzo soprano, etc., but these are mostly used by people who are either soloists, or belong to some excessively hot-shot classical a cappella group (this applies especially to countertenors), or are trying to make excuses for not really fitting into any of the regular voice parts, so we will ignore them for now.Each voice part sings in a different range, and each one has a very different personality. You may ask, "Why should singing different notes make people act differently?", and indeed this is a mysterious question and has not been adequately studied, especially since scientists who study musicians tend to be musicians themselves and have all the peculiar complexes that go with being tenors, french horn players, timpanists, or whatever. However, this is beside the point; the fact remains that the four voice parts can be easily distinguished, and I will now explain how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SOPRANOS are the ones who sing the highest, and because of this they think they rule the world. They have longer hair, fancier jewelry, and swishier skirts than anyone else, and they consider themselves insulted if they are not allowed to go at least to a high F in every movement of any given piece. When they reach the high notes, they hold them for at least half again as long as the composer and/or conductor requires, and then complain that their throats are killing them and that the composer and conductor are sadists.Sopranos have varied attitudes toward the other sections of the chorus, though they consider all of them inferior. Altos are to sopranos rather like second violins to first violins - nice to harmonize with, but not really necessary. All sopranos have a secret feeling that the altos could drop out and the piece would sound essentially the same, and they don't understand why anybody would sing in that range in the first place - it's so boring. Tenors, on the other hand, can be very nice to have around; besides their flirtation possibilities (it is a well-known fact that sopranos never flirt with basses), sopranos like to sing duets with tenors because all the tenors are doing is working very hard to sing in a low-to-medium soprano range, while the sopranos are up there in the stratosphere showing off. To sopranos, basses are the scum of the earth - they sing too damn loud, are useless to tune to because they're down in that low, low range - and there has to be something wrong with anyone who sings in the F clef, anyway.Sopranos hate the II's because they sing flat or sharp and conspire to throw the perfect I's off their pefectly tuned parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ALTOS are the salt of the earth - in their opinion, at least. Altos are unassuming people, who would wear jeans to concerts if they were allowed to. Altos are in a unique position in the chorus in that they are unable to complain about having to sing either very high or very low, and they know that all the other sections think their parts are pitifully easy. But the altos know otherwise. They know that while the sopranos are screeching away on a high A, they are being forced to sing elaborate passages full of sharps and flats and tricks of rhythm, and nobody is noticing because the sopranos are singing too loud (and the basses usually are too). Altos get a deep, secret pleasure out of conspiring together to tune the sopranos flat.Altos have an innate distrust of tenors, because the tenors sing in almost the same range and think they sound better. They like the basses, and enjoy singing duets with them - the basses just sound like a rumble anyway, and it's the only time the altos can really be heard. Altos' other complaint is that there are always too many of them and so they never get to sing really loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TENORS are spoiled. That's all there is to it. For one thing, there are never enough of them, and choir directors would rather sell their souls than let a halfway decent tenor quit, while they're always ready to unload a few altos at half price. And then, for some reason, the few tenors there are are always really good - it's one of those annoying facts of life. So it's no wonder that tenors always get swollen heads - after all, who else can make sopranos swoon?The one thing that can make tenors insecure is the accusation (usually by the basses) that anyone singing that high couldn't possibly be a real man. In their usual perverse fashion, the tenors never acknowledge this, but just complain louder about the composer being a sadist and making them sing so damn high.Tenors have a love-hate relationship with the conductor, too, because the conductor is always telling them to sing louder because there are so few of them. No conductor in recorded history has ever asked for less tenor in a forte passage.Tenors feel threatened in some way by all the other sections - the sopranos because they can hit those incredibly high notes; the altos because they have no trouble singing the notes the tenors kill themselves for; and the basses because, although they can't sing anything above an E, they sing it loud enough to drown the tenors out. Of course, the tenors would rather die than admit any of this. It is a little-known fact that tenors move their eyebrows more than anyone else while singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BASSES sing the lowest of anybody. This basically explains everything. They are stolid, dependable people, and have more facial hair than anybody else. The basses feel perpetually unappreciated, but they have a deep conviction that they are actually the most important part (a view endorsed by musicologists, but certainly not by sopranos or tenors), despite the fact that they have the most boring part of anybody and often sing the same note (or in endless fifths) for an entire page. They compensate for this by singing as loudly as they can get away with - most basses are tuba players at heart.Basses are the only section that can regularly complain about how low their part is, and they make horrible faces when trying to hit very low notes. Basses are charitable people, but their charity does not extend so far as tenors, whom they consider effete poseurs. Basses hate tuning the tenors more than almost anything else. Basses like altos - except when they have duets and the altos get the good part. As for the sopranos, they are simply in an alternate universe which the basses don't understand at all. They can't imagine why anybody would ever want to sing that high and sound that bad when they make mistakes. When a bass makes a mistake, the other three parts will cover him, and he can continue on his merry way, knowing that sometime, somehow, he will end up at the root of the chord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. i was a choir freak myself when i was in secondary school. i can proudly say : ask anyone from choir if they know jiaxuan... 100% of them will know who i am.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahahahahas..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-4385176454552349347?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4385176454552349347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=4385176454552349347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/4385176454552349347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/4385176454552349347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-copied-from-weides-blog-who-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-6603902654411359502</id><published>2008-06-22T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T15:48:02.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like theres nothing to do at all at home.. i could go out, but.. theres no one to go out with me.. boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that im not on concession anymore, i cant go to the airport as frequently as i used to.. its expensive, you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch *you dont mess with the zohan*.. is there anyone who is willing to watch with me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr. im like.. typing random stuff cos im really annoyed by the attachment from tmr onwards for 2 weeks. why didnt they post me to choa chu kang polyclinic or something like that?!? i have to travel all the way to aljunied and take a bus to get to geylang polyclinic every morning for 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and imagine the journey back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still pissed with the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUZAKENDA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-6603902654411359502?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6603902654411359502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=6603902654411359502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/6603902654411359502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/6603902654411359502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-want-to-go-to-school-argh-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-9145165502458934507</id><published>2008-06-21T15:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T09:55:58.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>changed my blogskin! did you notice? =P its very yellow and the font is tiny.. but.. lol. ITS JAPANESE. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. my eyes are like hurting from over-straining them lol.. lets see. i was doing a drama marathon yesterday and the day before.. and then when i got home, i buried myself in the books i borrowed from the school library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i mentioned that the school library seduces me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. just now, i was chiong-ing my way thru jigoku shoujo which elston-chan so kindly loaded into my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that im over all these dramas and stuff, its time to get serious. school is starting again!!! i have to work harder to keep my position in class. BENKYO SHIMASU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha.. why am i stuck on this topic for so long and why doesnt it get out of my head lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Qualities my Ideal Boyfriend should have :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- first of all, he must be a japanese pureblood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- must be taller than me by at least a head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- his hand size should be bigger than mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- i should be able to talk to him freely about anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- he shouldnt be too skinny =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- he should be kind (yasashi?) but strict at times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- he should be able to hold my hand in front of his friends (and mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- we should meet at least 3 times a week no matter whether we're from the same course or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- he shouldnt care about how i look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- his appetite should be bigger than mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- he should carry an interesting conversation with me and listen to my views (not his all the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- he must have different interests from mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- he should be a gentleman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- his smile must be able to make me all wobbly inside. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;IJOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thats all i can think of so far.. thanks, sharon ong for asking us to list out our ideal boyfriend should have.. now we all have a target lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ppl who want to nanpa me.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;PLEASE REFER TO THE ABOVE! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;watashi wa ima ne, suki na hito ga arimasen dakara, hayaku.. anata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-9145165502458934507?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/9145165502458934507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=9145165502458934507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/9145165502458934507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/9145165502458934507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/06/changed-my-blogskin-did-you-notice-p.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-8168591718730276472</id><published>2008-06-20T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:06:09.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>konbanwa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. im searching for geylang polyclinic! (&lt;- finally lol) so.. i have to be there for 5 days, then at some other 2 places for 2 days each, and the health promotion board for 1 day. ehhhh. dots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came online to squeeze this in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watashi daisuki na hito.. anshinshite! watashi itsumo, itsudemo, anata no koto ga omottemasu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daisuki dakara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-8168591718730276472?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8168591718730276472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=8168591718730276472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/8168591718730276472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/8168591718730276472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/06/konbanwa-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-2866708081660815790</id><published>2008-06-20T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:06:53.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My ideal boyfriend is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenta-senpai from Papa to Musume no Nanokakan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yappari muri dayo ne.. Sonna koto..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-2866708081660815790?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2866708081660815790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=2866708081660815790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/2866708081660815790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/2866708081660815790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-ideal-boyfriend-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-4322334891934013665</id><published>2008-06-15T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:03:52.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im now at my grandaunt's place, using her comp. im having spaghetti for lunch later!!! =D finally i get to have some REAL food after such a long time lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i went to caijun's birthday party/bbq. it was so fun! lemme see.. the people there were : caijun (of course), san qie and her fiance (to a large extent), ningning, wan ting, man yee, minmin, yu fen, jia wei, li yuan, joanne (who came later), edwin, shawn, andrew, cheah ling, derek, dong hui, yi jun, and me. there must be a few more ppl of whom i cant think of at the moment. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the bbq, there were cheese mussels, stingrays, lamb steak, sweet potatoes, potatoes, sambal prawns, and the must haves : sausages, corn, satay, the works. it was the first time i really participated in a class activity. i cant help thinking of all the times in secondary school that i didnt go for the class functions.. the bbqs, the outings.. the chalet. haiz.. why didnt i go to all those lol.. haha.. in introspective, i really think that i was a no-lifer. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learnt how to play bridge yesterday!!! although im not really good at it, i think that its a nice game! i shall practice somemore.. haha.. i will drag people into playing with me mwahahahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached home at 11.30pm last night to find that my dad was still up and watching tv while waiting for me. thanks dad!!! happy father's day for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. to top it off, my dress arrived at ningning's place yesterday!! URESHII!!! im so happy i can actually fit into it without measuring my body sizes hahaha.. happy happy happy! i will show my dad the dress later when i get back home! im so happy today!! and excited, no less. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.. i shall watch nodame cantabile all over again! did you know that NP's library has the original japanese manga of nodame cantabile?? i was SO sugoku ureshii when i saw the books.. i borrowed the 1st 3 books home. although one book takes me like 1 whole afternoon to decipher and at the expense at my rapidly increasing eyesight degrees, im still tannoshii to read em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. so much for the jap obsession. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be going back to BP for choir tmr.. i will rejoice when the concert is finally over.. that will be the end of any link i have left with the BP choir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM MOVING ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-4322334891934013665?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4322334891934013665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=4322334891934013665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/4322334891934013665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/4322334891934013665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-now-at-my-grandaunts-place-using-her.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-4382831533335964491</id><published>2008-06-14T07:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T08:26:21.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh.. im so sleepy. hmm. a whole range of activities planned out for me these few days.. tsukaremashita!!! the day before, i had my electone exam (which i most probably wont pass), then yesterday, i went out with my friends from my jap class, and today, im going to caijun's birthday party/bbq!!! oh i havent seen my dear jun-er and san-qie in ages! miss ya guys a lot.. thankfully im going to see you today. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, xiu kun-kun, elston-chan, hayden-san, sab and me went to plaza singapura to watch a movie -&gt; The Accuracy of Death. haha.. i was dying to watch this movie lol. thankfully, we caught it at the last minute, and the last showing of this movie haha.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the movie, sab and i bought a popcorn combo (after much scuffles about the popcorn taste haha.. in the end we got a mixed popcorn flavor of sweet and salty) and we couldnt finish it! i feel so guilty for leaving it there half-finished.. and the drink wasnt even 3/4 drunk! ahhh.. my conscience is acting up again lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, after the movie, we went to the arcade at dhoby ghaut station and stayed there for 1 hour. i played the daiko there! daiko is fun.. thanks to my music background, the beat and rhythm werent really difficult to comprehend. hmm. i should have joined the daiko section of tsubasa lol =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after leaving the arcade, we headed for meridian shopping centre to play pool. after reaching the billards area, sab and i went off to shop. the truth be known, i dont do well in dark places where there are ppl.. and loud music gets to me easily, so i dont do well at arcades either. =S well. thats that. anyway. sab and i went shopping around meridian shopping centre. meridian is chock-full of japanese restaurants!!! there was this jap restaurant which looked exactly like those sushi bars u can find in the provinces of japan!! i felt so shiawase there! =D sab and i saw this group of japanese ppl and we tailed them just to be near to something jap and to listen to them talk. ahh. SHIAWASE!!! however, meridian's selection of shops are pitifully scanty.. so sab and i returned to the billards area to find the guys before the 1 hour was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we left meridian, sab and elston-chan had to go for her piano lesson and his project video-shooting respectively, and xiu kun-kun, hayden-san and i went to vivocity for dinner at the banquet there. we then went shopping for clothes (although we didnt buy any) at zara, espirit, tangs.. the works. now that its over, and im doing reflections on yesterday, i feel chotto guilty cos xiu kun-kun wanted to go home but we (or rather me to a large extent) didnt let him go home and dragged him around vivocity to shop. gomen ne, xiu kun-kun! but xiu kun-kun was really obsessed with his rubric's cube yesterday. too bad u couldnt unpuzzle it within 3 minutes. ganbarrou ne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after leaving vivocity, xiu kun-kun went home, and hayden-san and i went to daiso at imm. oh.. another note to xiu kun-kun : it is simply too early to go home like that! XD haha.. well, at daiso, we went to look at food. argh! i almost succeeded in psycho-ing hayden-san into making dango too lol.. hmm. looking at all the chopsticks there yesterday, i was kinda tempted to get a pair for myself just in case my mom breaks my chopsticks again. 以防万一, you see.. =P we each got a can of green tea (made in japan) from the freezer. on our way to the counter, i met brandon!!! sun-zi, o-sashiburi desu ne! oh i suddenly miss all my cute little juniors.. nvm.. i will be seeing them on monday! mata ne! and.. back to the green tea. we sat down somewhere to ocha o nomimasu. well. i must say. that ocha is really sugar-free. pure green tea taste. i was so overwhelmed by the ocha that i was speechless. =P you beg to differ, hayden-san, right? lol.. well. shortly after finishing our green tea, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home, i found my dad, thankfully, not suffering from food poisoning from the dango i made. it was much better than last week's one. really. at least these were soft. =P i cooked them long enough, i guess.. yukatta ne! oh.. i brought my dango out yesterday too, and all of them, save for xiu kun-kun who wasnt willing to run the risk of food poisoning, tried my dango. haha. that was showing enough face for my dango. hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dango and i will be back!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-4382831533335964491?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4382831533335964491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=4382831533335964491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/4382831533335964491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/4382831533335964491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/06/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-1201617206309938175</id><published>2008-06-11T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:12:10.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate ppl who look touch my things without permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate ppl who look through my things without permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate ppl who use my things without permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate ppl who are so self-righteous they do all 3 of them at the same time right under my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody shameless bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-1201617206309938175?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1201617206309938175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=1201617206309938175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/1201617206309938175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/1201617206309938175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-hate-ppl-who-look-touch-my-things.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-1967952267372043575</id><published>2008-06-10T07:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T07:52:39.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay!!! i bought 2 new dresses and 1 belt when i went shopping with xiu ying yesterday. haha.. we went, as planned, to bugis junction, opposite to bugis street, and then to chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, grandaunt for giving me $40 worth of shopping vouchers. i made full use of them.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a dress at bugis junction which i intend to wear to perform in the choir concert.. oh btw, mirul and i and wp are going to sing dance (english version) by clazziquai. its a pretty easy song for me (if i can remember the lyrics, that is). well anyway, i got a belt that goes well with the dress and my necklace. *ureshii desu!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate at pastamania and swensen's yesterday.. ahhhh it was so good.. oishii desu yo! and at swensen's i accidentally dirtied xiu ying's handphone strap. really sorry.. im still feeling guilty now. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for breakfast now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mata kondo!  &lt;- which means cya next time! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-1967952267372043575?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1967952267372043575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=1967952267372043575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/1967952267372043575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/1967952267372043575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/06/yay-i-bought-2-new-dresses-and-1-belt.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-6468253618258291847</id><published>2008-06-07T08:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T07:32:57.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohayo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh im so sleepy and tired.. haha. i woke up so early just for the purpose of grabbing the comp from my bro ( which i succeeded in.. to a large extent - he got angry u see )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, thats that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! yesterday, i learnt (from and unknown source) how to make my dango better tasting! yay.. im going to make it again next friday when all of us get together for the movie trip. my first unguided try at making dango wasnt exactly a disaster, but it was just undercooked and had too much flour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we (me, xiu kun kun, hayden-san) were supposed to go bowling together yesterday, but xiu kun kun had something on at the last minute (last 15 mins actually) so it was only me and hayden-san left. XIU KUN IM SO GOING TO KILL YOU FOR PULLING PIGEONS!!! and we (me and hayden-san, that is) had a bet which i lost. IM REGRETTING IT NOW!!! oh well. im a woman of my words and therefore, im not relinquishing my honour to break this bet. (argh.. why do i have to do so... ... ... nani yo!?!) hmm.. wonder what movie all of us are going to watch next friday lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. my electone exam is just 5 days away. truthfully, i dont think i can pass this one either. not that im giving up, but its just that i really cant make it. gehh. really stressed out now.. where is my green tea!?! out of my 6 pieces of repertoire, i have 4 free-choice pieces and 2 set pieces. im supposed to play any 1 of my free-choice pieces and both of my set pieces in the exam. theres sight-reading too.. (im better at electone sight-reading than at piano sight-reading haha) then, i have my two pieces of improvisation. impro b is easier than impro a.. if i can spot what cadence it will be in. impro a is like.. argh. killer. i will sure fail at impro a. however, lets hope that my songs can save my impro haha.. sheesh the passing mark for this exam is 75% what the hell.. =S i need to quickly pass this exam so i can take my teacher's exam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. im being attached to geylang polyclinic.. where is it. like. WHERE IS IT?!? why am i the leader all the time.. theres like extra stress here and there.. suki janai yo ne! i know this blog has become more like a rant blog, but ya. its really infuriating and exasperating to have people and things and situations attacking you all at the same time. gehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to get a pair of shorts! and maybe a new top! like the one i saw in muji the other day. hmm. im really naggy, but its really expensive.. gyaa.. and i want to do something to my hair. ahhhhhh.. there are so many things for me to do!!! oh. and maybe another pair of color contacts. what a baka lol.. i bought my colour contacts black haha.. which was of no point at all seeing that my irises are already black lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. going to watch hana yori dango now!&lt;br /&gt;so long *suckerz* (hayden-san, i really wonder how xiu kun kun felt like when u added 'sucker' at the end of my msg to him lol.. i really wonder.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja ne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-6468253618258291847?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6468253618258291847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=6468253618258291847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/6468253618258291847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/6468253618258291847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/06/ohayo-ahhh-im-so-sleepy-and-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-9097560582080105388</id><published>2008-06-02T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T08:01:37.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just finished lunch : maggi w/egg a la papa, by courtesy of my dad. ahhhhh my dad cooks really really good maggi!!! *slurps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had the first common test : fundamentals in nursing. i really feel happy as i dont have that feeling of going to fail while doing the test. not like in secondary sch, i mean. when i was in secondary sch, almost every subject i took (excluding english) i had an average of 82.3675..% that i failed. and its true. i actually dug out all my tests and exams to prove this point. quite saddening, really. but now, for the first time, i have the gut feeling that ive 100% passed. its really a miraculous feeling. i feel so relieved that i even went to try out macdonald's green tea mcflurry. not that i really like ice cream. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking about ice-cream, there was this period of my life in which i used to drown in it. there was even a specific brand : meadow gold's cookies and cream 1.5l tub. hmm. i just gorge into it when i feel down. hah. it somehow makes me feel better. somehow. now im promoted to the green tea level. now i just buy sweet talk's plain green tea without pearls and drown in it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digressing a bit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今日ね、私とあの人に話しますって。。&lt;br /&gt;私:　いっしょに昼ご飯を食べますか？&lt;br /&gt;こいつって:　ああ、残念ですけど、僕今日はだめです。&lt;br /&gt;私:　いいです。大丈夫よ。=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. he's really a sweet guy.. gehh.. too bad i still cant make myself like him. sheesh. are my dear oestrogen hormones working properly?　どして私誰も好きじゃないよかな？彼氏もいません。どしてそんな事？もう！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have psychology and sociology tmr. oh i have to study anatomy and physiology this aftnn to facilitate cramming for tmr night. damn. why is my PAS common test at 6.30pm at night? really makes no sense. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay my dad and sister are coming to sch tmr with me to eat at sim! tannoshii desu! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sorry abt the jap.. im feeling lyrical today. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, i think that i did pretty well for FON today (or i wouldnt be sitting down here typing and chatting with hayden-san). hayden-san and i have been discussing abt watching a movie with the rest of our gang. should be quite fun, we're going to dhoby ghaut. FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now going to watch more of 'last friends'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja ne! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuko　&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-9097560582080105388?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/9097560582080105388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=9097560582080105388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/9097560582080105388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/9097560582080105388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-just-finished-lunch-maggi-wegg-la.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-6078636860818682645</id><published>2008-06-01T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T14:09:35.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really dont know what my feelings are towards him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-6078636860818682645?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6078636860818682645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=6078636860818682645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/6078636860818682645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/6078636860818682645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-really-dont-know-what-my-feelings-are.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-6416052368671837298</id><published>2008-06-01T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T13:07:21.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh.. im really too lazy to update. i know, i know.. it gets on my conscience too. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my jap class!! haha.. its like minna-san zenbu wa tomodachi mitai desu! ureshii yo ne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad for those who dont understand jap. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive gotten used to the ppl in my class (or P15). at first, i didnt really manage to see eye-to-eye with them (i didnt show it to any point though), but now im fine with em. just as long as they let me sit through a perfectly peaceful class, im really happy. satisfied to a large extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digressing a bit here.. ms tay, thank you for drilling the essay format and writing style into me for 4 years. i now am using 'to a large extent' to a very large extent. oh. i must really remember to drop the hitler dvd into ur pigeon hole the next time i visit sch. i keep forgetting, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the start of my 1st common test in poly. well. it should be illuminating. although i should go study some more, the internet is glueing my butt to the chair and my hands to the keyboard and mouse and my eyes to the comp screen. *tries to pull away to no avail*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the subjects im tested on for common test are FON (fundamentals in nursing 1), PAS (psychology and sociology 1), AAP&amp;amp;NSL (anatomy and physiology, nursing skills 1), and MIC (microbiology). quite easy. hah. i have confidence that i will manage to pass all of them without studying, although there's the problem of getting As for them. &lt;- shameless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love the sch library! i will be holing out in there every friday whether there is sch or not until the lib closes. ahhh.. i just love the library.. i might even decide to get married there. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kyaa.. tegomass!! they just released their aiai gasa PV which i have been waiting for ever since i started watching neo angelique abyss. oh. truthfully, i feel that the whole neo angelique abyss show is quite cheesy, but then again, the colours and theme isnt too dark, and the point that it is jap encourages me to watch it every wed night. FYI : neo angelique abyss - arts central, every wed, 11.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaah.. my electone exam is coming again.. im really not sure whether i can pass it or not.. seeing as i failed the mock exam, its quite demoralizing. then theres my piano exam. argh.. stress is here again.. *shoo!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im signing off to watch 'last friends' now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mata ne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-6416052368671837298?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6416052368671837298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=6416052368671837298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/6416052368671837298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/6416052368671837298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/06/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-596600106258501899</id><published>2008-04-05T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T15:30:05.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yoz, minna-sama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have currently risen from a dead blog and am here to update!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, i have been watching many serials and movies. only 2 movies, so ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it includes gokusen 1 &amp;amp; 2, proposal daisakusen, bambino!, nodame cantabile which i have watched and rewatched for god knows how many times. CHIAKI SEMPAI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiaki sempai in nodame cantabile is acted by tamaki hiroshi (sama), 玉木宏. please ppl, anyone who has seen this post, pls go to crunchyroll and listen to his song - yakusoku. its a really great song, but the mv is kinda boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gokusen 1's main character (not the teacher, nakama yukie) is matsumoto jun 松本潤 , most commonly known by his nickname, matsujun. he is the leader of the boy band arashi (please watch their mv : we can make it!.. the dancing is only nice from 2.38 to 2.58). he is so damn ikemen. *kyaas* oh! he acted in boku wa imoto ni koi wa suru. sadly to say, it is not exactly morally acceptable. its abt this pair of twins who fall in love with each other and their struggle to stay together. lol i only managed to watch till the very end because of matsujun-sama. the other main character, his twin sister is played by eri in proposal daisakusen. their acting skills are really very good cos i could even feel their pain while sitting and watching the computer screen lol.. haiz.. thank god matsujun doesnt smoke (or i think he doesnt), not like chiaki sempai.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gokusen 2's main characters (again not nakama yukie) are kamenashi kazuya and akanishi jin. ah.. not as great an impact as matsujun-sama. but, they are kinda great together too.. actually, their boy-band kat-tun has this great song : keep the faith. i seriously recommend u guys to watch it (after we can make it!, of course =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, theres this great great show, proposal daisakusen. the main character is yamashita tomohisa, YAMAPI-SAMA!!! of course ive known him since nobuta wo produce, but then again, he's pure ownage!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please go listen to this song : ashita hareru kana. its seriously good. really. i implore all u ppl to go listen!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im starting my tertiary studies in poly. im supposed to be learning how to be a nurse. oh well.. i'll give all of u discounts on injections so that i can have enough practice =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de wa, mata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-596600106258501899?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/596600106258501899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=596600106258501899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/596600106258501899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/596600106258501899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/04/yoz-minna-sama-i-have-currently-risen.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-4085508096169678731</id><published>2008-02-24T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:54:19.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi, jiaxuan here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updating my blog now, with lots of thanks to eve for reminding me to. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working at ntuc now, its kinda stressful.. but then again, what job isnt stressful? well, i must say, its up to the victim of the job to find the minutest bit of fun in it. (rather difficult to do that if u dont think out of the box -&gt; [] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, im resigning on 29th feb and i dont intend to find a real job anymore until the next hols. maybe a temp job for a day or two might tempt me.. leave threads abt temp jobs in my chat, will ya, readers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. lets fill in on a bit of my life so far after leaving balithai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did u know that to be part of ntuc's staff you had to undergo training?? well.. for the retail staff, its only 1 day.. but for us cashiers, we had to go for 4 days... shall i let u in on a secret? 4 training days at the FPTI(fairprice training institute) =$200!@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahahaha... then there's the cny hongbao of $20 vouchers and $50 cash which is directly transferred to ur bank account.. hah. thanks, finance director of ntuc. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ive learnt how to count money faster now.. my hands are like blurred when i count the notes. hey someone come to my counter by the 29th feb and buy something worth 80 cents and pay with a $50 note!! come on.. i wanna show off! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, u'll meet all sorts of ppl at ntuc. the customers i mean.. there are the really generous ones, and the really stingy ones, the kiasu ones, kiasi ones, kiabo ones, and kia ginah ones.. for the sake of the non-chinese, i mean the *scared of losing* ones, *scared of dying* ones, *scared of their wives* ones and those who are really not fit to be part of our human race : the *scared of their own kids* ones. then, theres the sub-branches of the chikopeks (dirty old men). those are very easily avoided, seeing as ive gained superior xp from balithai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now! the underlying politics of ntuc. i do admit that im rather sly and clever in this way cos i am very sensitive to the human emotional waves that infer the feelings of dislike. in other words, ppl say that i have a very strong xin ji. sorry, but i dont know how to translate it to english. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we are dealing with the most sensitive item - money, we have to be very careful with our words and actions. however, there are ppl who have really scary thoughts that are concealed under careful social pretense. seriously, i really sometimes wish that im not able to sense all this tension in the air cos it really makes my life difficult. imagine having to be careful of this person and another all the time.. very the xin ku siah.. xin ku = tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is tough anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. love life report : 99% wandering aimlessly; 1% hitting randomly. like the way i did this evening, hitting on a guy playing the violin in the park. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all! hope ur satisfied by this, eve =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya all,&lt;br /&gt;jiaxuan..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-4085508096169678731?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4085508096169678731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=4085508096169678731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/4085508096169678731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/4085508096169678731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/02/hi-jiaxuan-here.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-7627292814874247961</id><published>2008-01-19T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:33:17.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah.. ive finally got time to actually *try* and update my blog mwahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. lets see.&lt;br /&gt;i found a job at Mindedge as an exhibition promoter for only 1 day. i then found another job as a road promoter for Beijing 101. and then a job as a waitress at BALIThai. and now, a NTUC cashier at yew tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a grasshopper hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-7627292814874247961?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7627292814874247961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=7627292814874247961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/7627292814874247961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/7627292814874247961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2008/01/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-8438468863824958939</id><published>2007-12-01T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T00:39:18.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 12.20 am now. just finished work abt 2 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. its like politics all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. let me start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i work in this restaurant in IMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl i noe there are A, the manager, J the junior captain/receptionist, and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this story only includes me, A and J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so it seems that A is biased towards me (and i didnt noe that lol.. just like slee. i didnt noe it until it was too late), always letting me do the more easier jobs and not scolding me even once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep getting called to take care of the dessert counter which is seriously very easy, relaxing and boring. courtesy of A lol. well, others dont really mind. cos A is the dai lao wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this J minds. and whenever A is not in the restaurant, she makes life hell for me and i always suffer a worse fate then a Jew in the clutches of Hitler. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then 2dae, she said to me on two occasions a few words that made it so obvious she was bu shuang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- your BROTHER wants to see u at the dessert counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- your BROTHER asked me to ask you of ur preference towards chicken or fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man.. so sian lah being around her and hearing her direct those insults at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the impression i have given the restaurant ppl of myself is slow, clumsy, yet slave-driven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this J thinks that i wont be able to hear her words dripping with sarcasm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream on, woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft going thru choir these 4 years, i consider myself to be a very good metsuke, who noes how to use one's influence to bend another's strong will into submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although im not the type to do it as and when i like it. i have a CONSCIENCE, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i like to play around with my food before eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets wait and see..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-8438468863824958939?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8438468863824958939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=8438468863824958939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/8438468863824958939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/8438468863824958939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-12.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-7015454069284952947</id><published>2007-11-06T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T23:01:27.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>助けてください。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私の愛する必要があります。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私から抜け出す必要があり、このうつ状態になります。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私は頭がおかしくします。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私は強調した。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;わかんないかどうかに移動するには卒業式です。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私の人生は散らかっています。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;手伝ってくれお願いします。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誰にもします..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-7015454069284952947?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-155578136188460996</id><published>2007-11-06T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:56:14.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O lvls are almost over, only left with chem and bio paper 1s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i feel happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relieved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe even indifferent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say that i am feeling even more stressed than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i didnt do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i dont do well and hit 30 points?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i do then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work as what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piano teacher? electone teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just die and relieve my parents of the burden of having me as their child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to survive, a person needs :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lodgings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- someone who loves and cares for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- money (NO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- food (stored mass in my body for the time being)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- water (theres always the public toilets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lodgings (cant stay in my parents home forever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- job (part-time jobs cant sustain me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- someone who loves and cares for them (my parents love me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need an education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-955465763877095146</id><published>2007-10-30T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:33:18.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Teenager Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Held hands with someone ( yea. San qie, manda, my parents etc. countless.)&lt;br /&gt;[x]Lost someone (my grandfather died)&lt;br /&gt;[x]Never got a chance to tell someone something important ( before I moved house, I didn’t tell the guy moving in to treasure my bedroom well.)&lt;br /&gt;[x]Cried your heart out ( yes, i was hurt countless of times, but strangely enough, not because of love )&lt;br /&gt;[x]Danced ( yep. With edwin in sec 1. Lol. Not a memory that I would like to have. And jian bai )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Rejected someone ( lol is it counted if the other guy is a mental case? )&lt;br /&gt;[x]Heard a rumor about yourself ( how can I not? Go to choir and ask for rumours on me. you’ll get tons.. )&lt;br /&gt;[x]Hurt someone emotionally ( the guy that I rejected went crazier. )&lt;br /&gt;[x]Hurt someone physically ( like. Excuse me. if I don’t hurt anyone physically, my name is not jiaxuan. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Got involved in a sport ( badminton.. 100m dash.. I run pretty fast you noe.. )&lt;br /&gt;[x]Got called a dork ( what else have I not been called before? )&lt;br /&gt;[]Fell in love ( nope. All ive had so far are long-term crushes and hormonal fluctuations )&lt;br /&gt;[x]Went to a funeral ( yep. Tons of them. )&lt;br /&gt;[x]Know someone who has tried to commit suicide ( yea. Me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Wrote a love letter ( yesh. To my san qie )&lt;br /&gt;[x]Went through a phase ( metamorphosis takes place all the time and my thyroid glad is functioning properly enough, thank you. )&lt;br /&gt;[x]Got ditched ( by this frigging big-ego guy whom I was silly enough to like )&lt;br /&gt;[x]Know someone really stupid and/or annoying ( yea. Me. and some other people. )&lt;br /&gt;[x] Got in a fist fight with family member ( its impossible not to. I fight with my brother everyday as exercise and there’s where I get all my muscles. =P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Drank ( yesh. I especially like heneiken and XO. The more lethal, the better. Although it spoils my voice, I noe.. )&lt;br /&gt;[x]Made a mistake ( like 2 + 2 = 22. Yea. )&lt;br /&gt;[]Thought u found the one ( my one guy has to be a japanese. Well.. so far not yet.. )&lt;br /&gt;[x]Found out a bf/gf cheated on you ( that’s why I broke up with him. Bloody casanova.. 3 gfs all at once..)&lt;br /&gt;[x]Lied to your parents ( how not to? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Been lied to ( its inevitable to be lied to )&lt;br /&gt;[x]Felt like the happiest person in the world ( yep when im in choir )&lt;br /&gt;[x]Felt like dying ( too many times le. Uncountable lol.. )&lt;br /&gt;[x]Had a crush ( like. This is jiaxuan ur talking to. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Prayed ( yar.. im a christian. Ffs. )&lt;br /&gt;[x] Texted in class ( I msg my dad in class and he’s like : yea im bored too )&lt;br /&gt;[] Smoked a cigarette ( emphysema.. arteriosclerosis.. liver failure.. what else can you die from by smoking? Like. No way. I dun want to die with rotting innards. )&lt;br /&gt;[x]Had more than one crush at a time ( I repeat. This is jiaxuan ur talking to. )&lt;br /&gt;[x]Disliked someone ( yea. Includes hating too.  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol mel i got this test from ur blog. thx! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-955465763877095146?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/955465763877095146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=955465763877095146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/955465763877095146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/955465763877095146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/10/teenager-test-xheld-hands-with-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-8509980073340330629</id><published>2007-10-26T18:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T18:58:54.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I have fallen out of grace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-8509980073340330629?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8509980073340330629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=8509980073340330629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/8509980073340330629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/8509980073340330629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-fallen-out-of-grace.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-9137709444422099310</id><published>2007-10-25T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T20:05:33.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another reason to why im not going to ROD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna see that bloody effing jerk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn im so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute. let me let off steam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*C-E-N-S-O-R-E-D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i must really thank zs for putting up with all my complaints and all for the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.. this aunt agony is like... good. he says nth, tells no one nth abt wad i say, and just lets me rant over the phone to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyo. i must stress that i treat all my juniors the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no deferential treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my xiao di di and xiao mei mei and er zi and nu er and sun zi that i love equally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;あなたが 'スキ' じゃないよ, just why don't you believe me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u really dun believe me. i really dun care either. i just hate jerks like you who think the world of yourselves. f*** off man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-9137709444422099310?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/9137709444422099310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=9137709444422099310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/9137709444422099310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/9137709444422099310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-reason-to-why-im-not-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-7665313925782881717</id><published>2007-10-22T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:51:56.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this morning while i was still lying in bed, others are getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amath exam 2dae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choir later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then as i thought about choir, all the memories came back in flashbacks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's kinda lots of gossip-ish rumour-ish stuff below, so those who have read my post, pls keep it to urself ok? arigatou =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- me begging s.lee to let me into choir after i failed the auditions in sec1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- me auditioned by mr yong in sec1 and being pronounced a sop2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- me getting a choir costume in sec1 and being called a dumpling after trying it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- seniors putting makeup for me for speech day in sec1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a sec 4 helping me tie my hair into this nice but weird shape and having tons of ppl crowd around us. she said 'how come got so many ppl looking?'. i wanted to say 'cos the hair design ur tying is nice', but i said instead 'cos i am popular'. omg. who does that remind u of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my dad and mum sneaking into the speech day tea reception when i was in sec1 and kiapping food for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- running thru tons of songs in sec2 for syf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- singing 'angel in eternal flight' in sec2 and being promoted to a sop1 =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- remembering, in sec 2, how to sing the 'dravidian dithyramb' while the rest of the section didnt know how to. they said 'wah u still can rmb how to sing ah? thank goodness ur voice is so loud that mr yong didnt notice the rest of us messing up' lol. i had nth to say. actually, all the time during choir practice, before i became a comm member that is, i didnt revise any of the songs. thanks to my music knowledge, i can sight-sing all the notes even before mr yong taught us how to do it when i was in sec4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- going for syf at the singapore conference hall in sec2 wearing a pink mini kebaya and long black skirt, singing and waiting for the release of the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- while waiting in the hall for the results, it had gotten really cold. wearing only a thin tank top beneath the kebaya, us girls soon felt the chill. the guys, wearing their councillor blazers, then gallantly gave us their blazers. all, i rmb, but wenpu, who said that he would be cold without it lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- we got a silver and we screamed like there was no tmr and not caring for our voices. ahhh.. that was the first time we got a silver in bpghs choir history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- s.lee called a pizza hut delivery to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- me being nominated as a comm member at the end of sec2. when my name was called, it was so damned unexpected that i froze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- me being an official comm member at the end of sec2. when my name was announced for the post of general secretary, i froze again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- first comm meeting at the end of sec2 to plan the ROD party. peiyi and i got to be stationed at the D&amp;amp;T block for the night walk. contary to popular belief, the D&amp;amp;T block isnt haunted. after the last team had passed thru my station, peiyi and i relaxed, only to hear the school alarm going off. guess who had broken the glass, setting the alarm off? lol. zy. i didnt noe him then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- auditions for beauty and the beast in sec3. i made it into the list. but. as my class was given as 3N1, and my name as jia xuan (without the surname), i was striked off the list. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- with the absence of grace and moritza, then the pres and vice-pres, for beauty and the beast, someone had to take charge. although alex was there as VP, he didnt really care about the discipline of the ppl. and he's in charge of discipline. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- until the end of sec3, i had kept a low profile. i didnt know the names of the boys nor the altos cos i was too quiet. *ironic* ppl didnt quite like me either. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- at the end of sec3, while planning for the ROD and the new choir costume, s.lee sacked me cos i was not doing well in my studies. she then put me into the role of sop sl. man.. i cried and cried everyday. it wasnt the post that i was sad about, it was that i wanted to contribute by doing lots of things for the choir, but failed. jianbai was then put into my post as general secretary. if im not wrong, moritza helped me intercede with s.lee for the return of my post. so, jianbai became my asst. general secretary and i, holding on to 2 posts, the general secretary and sop sl. therefore, contrary to popular belief, i did not snatch jianbai's post from her. she 'sort-of' took it from me, and being that she couldnt really handle it, she became my assistant instead. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in sec4, i memorized everyone's names and faces to try do a better job in keeping order. i hit a little snag there with zongli and zongsheng cos they look so alike that i couldnt really tell the diff. well, i managed to differentiate zl and zs by looking at the colour of their spectacles. but now, even without looking at the colour of their spects, i still can tell the diff. their hair, the way they stand, the way they talk, yea. they're so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- this year, sec4, was my last year in choir. i wanted to do my best for the choir, to ease the path of the new comm. this year was also syf year. a very impt year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to help to improve our voice qualities, we held sectionals for each of our sections on different days. soo min had become VP. we then held sectionals together. moritza and amanda held sectionals together for the altos, and mirul and mel held sectionals for the basses and tenors respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- during the sectionals that didnt fall on choir days, monday and thursday, soo min didnt come to help me. i then had to handle the sops myself, although there werent very many to handle cos most of them bo chap. damn. i was so nervous then. i was so scared that they would criticize me and all, that i actually made notes for myself beforehand to instruct them on how to sing particular parts of a song and what warm-ups to do. i was really scared then, i kept having nervous breakdowns that i had to keep asking moritza to come help. thank goodness i managed to clear up my nervousness gradually by not just holding my own sectionals, but going to every one of the other sections' sectionals to help out. whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in the new campus, we didnt noe where our practices would be held and when as our rooms would be inadverdently booked by other ppl, so we had to have a portable keyboard. lol, if im not wrong, i think i snatched the keyboard taking and attendance books taking job from mirul so much that it became my job lol. i would then, carrying the attendance books and keyboard under an arm, and go to the designated places. for a period of time, it was the mp5&amp;amp;6, so i had to carry the stuff all the way to the lower sec campus. when we shifted back to the conf room, i carried the stuff all the same, but after bringing the stuff there, i turned on the air-con and pushed the tables and chairs to the back of the room so that the others wouldnt have to waste time by arranging the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- during that period of time, because of stress from my studies and from choir, i fell into a depression state like i did in sec2. thank goodness it wasnt so deep. but i suffered mood swings very frequently. whaaa.. there was once it was so bad that i actually left the conf room in the middle of playing a song b4 choir, went back to class to cry, and be comforted by chaochao. then, i went back to the conf room and grabbed my bags and left. but, my link to the choir was too strong. i couldnt bear to leave. i then went back and dumped my bags in the canteen and went back to choir, pale-faced. moritza was conducting the choir practice b4 the instructors came. mirul grabbed my arm and dragged me to an empty classroom to ask me why i had left. i couldnt say anything. i had nothing to say. mel and moritza came in to ask me too. manda came in too. i was so pressured by them that i actually cried again and confided my insecurities to them. man.. so attention-seeking. i then realized with a start, that all the comm members were here. so who was taking care of the rest of the choir? we all went back. looking at the whole choir, i became scared again. moritza let me take charge of them (sort of to curb my fears) and she played the piano. i was so damned afraid of the choir. all of their eyes looked at me, as though they could penetrate into my mind and see my deepest fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- soon, i got over that depression period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- we had our speech day at the victoria concert hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i helped most of the girls put on their make-up. its full circle, isnt it, that when i first came in, the sec4s were helping me put on make-up and now i helped put on make-up for the others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- election of the new comm members took place and they were officially in the comm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i retired, but i still cannot 放下 the choir, therefore i kept coming back. there were too many dissatisfied with the new comm. i had to observe them. also, i helped puo hua overcome her fears of taking charge of sectionals as i fully understood the pressure she was under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- now, im waiting for the day the new comm distributes the invitations to ROD to us, the sec4s. although i have said before that i wasnt inclined to go, i still am curious about it. maybe i will go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaah.. having read before once the above text before publishing it, i think i said myself to be too noble lol.. im actually not noble..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just trying to make the choir a better place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-7665313925782881717?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7665313925782881717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=7665313925782881717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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2dae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i dont wanna (or dont feel like) going to the choir ROD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not the date that bothers me (8 days to chel's bdae)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither is it the activities that is stopping me (a lighted vision's head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it isnt the venue either (not a place that has ever been chosen in living memory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it that's stopping me from going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oh what a bloody stupid reason/excuse*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to graduate from choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent 4 years in choir, with all my love and dedication for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really hard to pull up my roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really cant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-2146036774732154913</id><published>2007-10-16T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T19:36:35.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio pract. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a total of 5 parts to the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W1, W2, W3, W4, W5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W1 : 2 groundnuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W2 : 1 sweet pea pod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W3 : 2 toasted rice grains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W4 : 2 sunflower seed (unshelled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W5 : a little bottle of a mixture of fruits and seeds (corn, green beans, black-eye beans, unshelled rice grains and really small and weird fruits with a flattened, wing-like pericarp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after doing all the tests and recording all my answers, i had like spare time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mounted an extra section of groundnut on my mounted needle and burnt it in the flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG MISTAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. when i burnt my rice and sunflower seeds in the flame, the fire was controllable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no prob, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i burnt my groundnut, the flame was so damned large that the fire was really scorchingly hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smell of the burning groundnut didnt help either (too delicious-smelling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of the corner of my eye, i saw the examiner heading towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suspiciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quickly tried to snuff the groundnut flame by blowing (you know the power a soprano's blowing power, right? =P), but failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*horrified*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i thought of extinguishing the flame with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, that wont work either. the sizzling sounds would be too loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*examiner approaching within 3m*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaaah shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i threw the still-burning groundnut into an evaporating dish of sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh the smell of charred groundnut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too delicious to stand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i wanted to eat the sweet peas, but the examiner was looking at me, so i just threw the sweet pea cuttings into the rubbish bin. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i helped chel clear up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and koupped her sweet peas. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forbidden fruit tastes the best, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. the last practicals i'll have in secondary school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss having practicals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially koupping food from the bio labs =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oishi sa~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-2146036774732154913?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2146036774732154913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=2146036774732154913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/2146036774732154913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/2146036774732154913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/10/ahhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-4167006141951100997</id><published>2007-10-11T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T12:37:41.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. so i had my chem practical 2dae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn my VA test range was too high. outta range, to be exact. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, QA. at least i got all the answers right there : lead, oxygen, nitrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. we had this test in QA asking u to put conc. hydrochloric acid into this test tube filled with unknown substance R (lead oxide). and warm gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put the conc HCl in and then warmed the mixture. according to the theory notes, i should get vigorous effervescence and a cream precipitate which sinks to the bottom of the test tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i got the cream precipitate and effervescence. BUT. i couldnt test the gas (according to the theory notes, i should get chlorine), and i couldnt smell the gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by then, this examiner was looking at me as if i was going to cheat. I DIDNT. then i got worried cos i couldnt smell the gas. i then STUPIDLY put my nose to the mouth of the test tube and TOOK A DEEP BREATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg that was and effing dumb thing to do, but i still did it =.= anyway, i emerged, coughing like theres no tmr, to see the examiner standing right in front of me, LAUGHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. isnt the examiner supposed to go up to u and be CONCERNED? what if someone dies due to poison gas in the middle of the practical? huh? sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. the gas IS chlorine. wonder how many nasal sense cells died because of that. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there was this other test for ammonia : put unknown S into the test tube and pur sodium hydroxide in too. then dump aluminium foil in and warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY its a test for ammonia gas. man, im not gonna fall for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put all the *ingredients* into the test tube and turned on the bunsen burner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned off the bunsen burner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at my side, i put damp red and blue litmus paper at the ready, lighted splints, limewater, acidified potassium dichromate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i knew the gas was sure to be ammonia =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, i turned on the bunsen burner again, put on my goggles, kiapped the NaOH + aluminium foil mixture with a test tube holder and put it over the flame to *warm gently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after warming gently, i did the litmus test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW THE HELL IS IT NEGATIVE????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then thought of using the most traditional method ever : my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once bitten twice shy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put the test tube further from my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put it a little closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniffed again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh damn. being the normal impatient me, i put the mouth of the test tube right under my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sniffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. the ammonia fumes got into my nose and killed most of my nasal cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*koff koff koff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after emerging from coughing, i saw the same examiner standing in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUGHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the exam, i met the examiner in the lower sec canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she asked me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'why did you smell again?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, during the exam, i heard many ppl coughing too lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traditional method, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was lucky enough to see qning melting her boiling tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hilarious!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i was directly behind her during the practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she heated the boiling tube until the solid R turned vermillion and couldnt test for any gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she then thought of washing the boiling tube to try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boiling tube is like super hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tap water, in comparison to the boiling tube, is super cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super hot + super cold =?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sizzling sounds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bottom of the boiling tube gave way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. it gave way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the same examiner who laughed at me twice gave qning a new boiling tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qning dropped the melted boiling tube into the dustbin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice crashing sound, btw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kiapped the new boiling tube from the examiner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol the examiner laughed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, all my results for the practical was overshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after pract, we had to be quarantined in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenjie played this piece from Jay's Secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, those ppl who have read my essay on the regret thing should know that im a really competitive person when it comes to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and english, of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol ive been waiting for 2 whole years for my essay to be printed, only to be second to yi jun's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got my essay out on the last english lesson of the term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i thought i might challenge wen jie to the second piece of Secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt it was challenging enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i didnt challenge him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next time i see him with a piano then i shall challenge him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, the obnoxious, arrogant noob..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-4167006141951100997?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4167006141951100997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=4167006141951100997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/4167006141951100997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/4167006141951100997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-3588178369141605203</id><published>2007-10-07T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T10:55:47.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg.. the very very very nice 7.30pm show is ending.. 2nite is last ep le. sheesh. duoergun going to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. everyone dies at some point of time. it only depends on HOW they die. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to my palm, i know palmistry for ur info, im going to die of an accident in approximately 20-40 years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to die early?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like dying without knowing the cause of my death. so. how do i prevent an accident from happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. always cross the road when the green man is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. raise ur right hand when crossing the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. nvr take boat rides/ferries until secured a place in a lifeboat and lifejacket before leaving the harbour. (i wont take any risks dying like ppl did on the titanic. =S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. nvr cross an overhead bridge, or any bridge on the road which has heavy traffic on it. i dont wanna die being crushed by nicholl highway. ouchie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. when going swimming, always wear a lifejacket and only swim in the baby pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. nvr walk outside of HDB corridors. might get slammed by falling plants. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. nvr go rock-climbing. there might be an avalanche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. nvr walk alone in alleys at night. nvr in the day too. may get mugged. although i believe the mugger surely die instead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. nvr eat hotchpotch. u nvr know what ppl will put in there. oranges and milk? omg help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. dont commit suicide. that doesnt count as an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. other reasons to die accidentally im not sure. gaah. but i surely dont wanna die of disease. eww. all the spots like duo duo. eeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god i had my vaccines lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. i cant wait for choir rod. i hope its in a chalet!!! 3day 2nite dat kind. mwahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOIR CHALET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 chalet for guys, 2 chalets for gals. yea. i want a chalet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choir ppl who read this, pls help to chuan da my wishes to mel!!! ppl who want things to happen during rod, go look for melvyn. he's the events manager!!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-3588178369141605203?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3588178369141605203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=3588178369141605203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/3588178369141605203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/3588178369141605203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/10/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-5370550712948626404</id><published>2007-09-30T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T12:47:07.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre - o lvls'/><title type='text'>pre-o lvls</title><content type='html'>whoosah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea man. whoosah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i have about 2 weeks till the O's start. so. what have i been doing? lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i went to mrs poh to tell her im dropping amath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished bio tys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;finished half of emath tys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;read through 9 novels in 5 days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;either had nightmares every night or had dreamless sleep or insomnia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;distanced myself from my friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;didnt feel anything abt my class or school on graduation day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;put on weight (not that i was thin to start off with).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;be cold and unfeeling to everyone around me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. what do i want to do after o lvls?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;find a job of course. im planning to take on double jobs. one in the day, one in the night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now dont go around thinking dirty here. night jobs are not just for prostitutes. anyway, i dont have the basics of a pros to begin with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahhh. i really miss choir practice. miss. missing. missed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i must really catch up on my japanese too. so long nvr speak jap, all rusty now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what must i do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mug.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mug.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and mug some more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i must get A1 for bio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and A1 for emath. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and A1 for chinese.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and A1 for english.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and at least B3 for chem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and at least B3 for lit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;possible?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if i mug.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-5370550712948626404?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-2494831684198092167</id><published>2007-09-20T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T18:45:55.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>Terminal stupidity</title><content type='html'>to the person who impersonated me on yunying's blog and said so many insults, if you are reading this, i strongly believe that you are suffering from a severely malignant case of terminal stupidity and should give up even trying to consult a psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would advise you to stop your ridiculous ways and that if you have the inanity to question me on her blog, i believe that you can just speak your mind here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also add that if you continue your antics, you would be an accesory to your own murder and the only person at fault would wholly be youself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-2494831684198092167?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2494831684198092167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=2494831684198092167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/2494831684198092167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/2494831684198092167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/09/terminal-stupidity.html' title='Terminal stupidity'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-5673068038012241815</id><published>2007-09-09T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T16:25:19.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of september holidays'/><title type='text'>end of september holidays</title><content type='html'>so. i finally get to touch the kitchen. YES! SALVATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im making full use of my privilege! im making ginger soda, ginseng soup, ice-cream, bubble tea, tom yam soup, even baking bread! but it never occurred to me that i couldnt bake bread using a microwave oven so yea. horrible splattering sounds comming outta there, so i stopped. thank goodness i didnt start off with baking cakes =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! i made a blouse! hmm.. im starting on my embroidery project after o lvls, so i think i better go and buy the silk threads.. anyone knows where to get silk thread? hmm. i think if im going back to my own country, i better learn how to embroider my husband's family name onto the pillowcases, table cloth, bridal costume.. and tattoo it onto his back. maybe. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, instead of studying, im reading Howl's Moving Castle in chinese. and watching Howl's Moving Castle in japanese. omg sian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey! the best birthday present anyone can give me is actually a year's package of slimming therapy at jean yip! or like lipo for any part of my body! yea man.. i am frigging jealous of SOME people who have EVERTHING! that matters to me, anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks. being skinny. brains. having good results. ppl usually tell me that these things are inside me, and that i just have to work for it. BUT! i just cant find them inside me!?! gaah. i hope dreams dont come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking abt dreams, my brother told me of this incident.. his class was to write an essay on their dreams. then, this joker. he went and wrote abt WET DREAMS. you noe, why they occur, how they occur, what content it has, what u dream of the actually provoke this outburst, yea. the complete works of wet dreams. 5 pages long, with explicit details and illustrations. yea. LOL the teacher practically flipped and thought that the guy was suffering from some unexplainable case of occasional mental disorder and then MARKED the essay. she gave it back and in her comments, she wrote : i sympathise with your plight, but this essay is on your future aspirations, not on your own.. works of the body. -.- lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-5673068038012241815?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5673068038012241815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=5673068038012241815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/5673068038012241815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/5673068038012241815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/09/end-of-september-holidays.html' title='end of september holidays'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-7885144597846399433</id><published>2007-09-01T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T12:53:40.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-prelims'/><title type='text'>post-prelims</title><content type='html'>ah.. finally prelims are over. ah.. i feel as though a frigging big boulder has been temporarily lifted off my heart just to let it resume the palpitations, and then now steadily lowering itself to rest again on my heart due to the rapidly approaching o lvls.. FRIGGING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my choir ppl dont really help to reduce it. no, not a bit. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so. i go back to choir on thurs cos dats the last day of prelims (bio paper 1).. wait. let me remind myself AGAIN that complacency is NOT a virtue. no, not even for bio. oi! must still pia bio ah. REMEMBER AH!!! -.- frigging bio papers.. all didnt study at all -.- *censored*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! so i go back to choir on thurs cos dats the last day of prelims (bio paper 1) for me to destress.. and. what do i get? more stress. lol.. juniors are like : eh? i thought u got prelims, how come still come back? muz study wad.. and then, zongsheng has to take every opportunity to remind me of the coming o lvls every time i talk to him : go and study for ur o lvls lah! its in abt one month's time! haiyo. his brother zongli also : jiaxuan i thought u got to study for o lvls? how come u came back? haiyo.. *i give a sigh of helplessness and exasperation* -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. ytd, the choir sang thru unpainted canvas once or twice and then learnt a new song : jubilate deo. a latin one. omg it sounds so nice!!! hahaha.. i borrowed mel's score to photocopy. i helped puo hua thru the sectionals [although i really wanted to take charge, but cos i have to let her learn how to be a sectional leader, too bad for me!] lol.. the sops were relatively ok, but there was a bit of  a prob with the timing.. haiyo. how dilemma-ish it is to actually see the errors but not being able to go and correct them.. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I WANT TO SING DESCANT!!! ME! SING! DESCANT!!! ARGH!!!!! WHY WASNT I BORN 28 DAYS LATER?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choir ppl who managed to get over the fluff above, pls help me to spread the word that i will help to teach all my sop1s the descant part.. ppl who want to learn can contact me by this number : 97376785 or can just leave a tag or two with ur names [and contact numbers for the sec1s] and then i'll teach u guys lor.. hmm. if i cant do it, might as well make sure my descendants can lol.. like sort of carrying on the tradition? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg highest note for descant is only A!!! i want to sing!!! haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after choir, i went for dinner with hazel.. SO FUN! we met sarah on the way and.. hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on fri, it was teacher's day celebration. lol we sang the national anthem very loudly, even louder than what we sang on national day itself. oxymoronic, eh? then tiger had us all sit down to listen for a few speeches and to demas kickstarting the festivities. OMG DEMAS WAS SOOOO CUTE!!! =P well. i was really really really surprised that suzanna didnt get nominated for the most dramatic teacher award lol.. really surprising lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chel and i distributed cookies and notes to the teachers' lockers and then went to look for our class' table. we couldnt find our class until mel was like : XUAN! I WAS LOOKING FOR U! then, we found out that our class' table was actually in the hall.. not much food was left, only like sausages and fish fillet. then, wenjie and derek distributed the champagne to all of us. [yes, its real champagne.] we toasted to suzanna and then we started talking again. i slipped down to the canteen to wash my hands (full of champagne - derek overflowed my cup) and went back to class to find that it was locked. i ran into puo hua on the way. i scrunched up my cookie bag, and then flung it over the opening in the partition into class. lol.. puo hua was so shocked. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puo hua and i then went around the sch aimlessly.. talking. mostly abt choir n sch work.. we then saw ying hui and then sat and talked to her until 11.30 and the classrooms were opened lol.. haiyo. i really love all my juniors.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*time lapse*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 5.00pm, i met chel below her block and then we went to meet jun-er at cck bus interchange to take a bus to the zoo/nite safari. we then took bus 927 there and then waited for deborah while having dinner at KFC (chel bought her dinner at lot 1 - oyster mee sua). well. i must say. although tourist attractions' food outlets' food are really ex, they're really frigging nice siah. (still licking my chops lol =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after finishing our food, we went to buy our tickets and then we went trekking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. this is frigging funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we came to a crossway, we stopped to let a tram (full of japanese tourists) pass. then, this japanese guy shouted : ningen-da! (humans! - for the benefit of those who do not know jap). i was laughing like so frigging much that when i told chel &amp; co, they completely flipped lol.. then the next time we stopped to let the jap tram pass, i shouted to them in japanese : we are humans! we dont mean harm! lol.. and the whole tram erupted in laughter lol.. well. thats my bit to help singapore's tourism industry =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then went home at abt 11.30pm ( jun-er and deborah went home by bus; me and chel took my dad's car home). we reached home at abt 12+am.. i bathed and then analysed jubilate deo.&lt;br /&gt;yunying smsed me, then i called her. lol we chatted until abt 2+am until i really thought i was going to KO over the phone lol.. (argh! spoil my image =P) then i slept until 10.30 the next morning.. i could have slept a little later if not for someone banging the piano and trying to figure out the chordal for some jap song. and purposely banging it harder for me to wake up and teach him. -.- lol my silly blood brother.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. so i repeat. choir ppl pls help to spread the word that i will be teaching the sop1s the descant part of jubilate deo (if they want me to, of course). i must stress that its really an honour and a privilege to be singing descant for the choir.. my number is 97376785, tag me (pls leave ur name and number -for the sec1s) here or email me : &lt;a href="mailto:jiaxuan_happyface@hotmail.com"&gt;jiaxuan_happyface@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;..  please make the effort for the choir, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-7885144597846399433?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7885144597846399433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=7885144597846399433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/7885144597846399433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/7885144597846399433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/09/post-prelims.html' title='post-prelims'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-2455467147537126472</id><published>2007-08-22T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T15:28:49.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams stress'/><title type='text'>Exams stress</title><content type='html'>omg! prelims are like outta kill us all lah! this is like. the day after tomorrow. or smth to that point. im like VANQUISHING!!! lol.. after the killer chem paper today, i decided that i had to really STOP this insane brain-cramming or i would really die of cerebral aneurysm. i think some of the juniors must have seen me in my craziness due to the exam cramming.. gaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant stand ppl who gather around and discuss the exam thats just over.. ESPECIALLY when they ask me about it.. horrible, dammit. its not that i dont do well that i dont like to talk about the paper, i dont discuss my biology or english papers either.. its seriously stresses up the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it doesnt help that the concert in which me, manda and mel were supposed to perform in was cancelled. yes, its doesnt help one bit. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. both languages down, social studies (which i know i flunked), biology and chemistry practicals (both of which i think i'll not do well. no, not even for biology =S), elementary mathematics papers 1 &amp; 2 (yesterday's EM paper was damned easy lah. and i hate it. cause i know that i'll surely die of careless mistakes cause its too easy. and im too complacent. complacency is not a virtue. =.= and today's EM paper which was relatively more like an EM paper than yesterday's cause it was harder. and i think i'll die here too, not because of careless mistakes, but because of hyperventilation during the exam.), and finally, chemistry paper 2. DAMNED KILLER PAPER. although some ppl disagree to a large extent. pfft. tomorrow its literature. IM GONNA KILL SHAKESPEARE AFTER I DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full of direst cruelty! make thick my blood and stop up the passage and access to remorse, that no compunctious visitings of nature shake my fell purpose and come between the deed and it. come to my woman's breasts and take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, wherever in you sightless substances you call upon nature's mischief. come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell that my keen knife see not the wound it makes that heaven peep through the blanket of dark to cry 'hold, hold!' - lady macbeth's speech. and i memorised it. yea. i deserve an ice-cream =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day after tomorrow (which coincidentally has the impact with the magnitude of the movie and book) its ADDITIONAL MATHEMATICS AND BIOLOGY!!! DAMNATION!!!!!!!! what a perfect combination. oh ffs. which incidentally is also zy's bdae. today was brian's. last thursday was my dear er zi weide's. so many ppl having their birthdaysin august.. qianning's birthday is tomorrow, too! omg.. birthday presents.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyo.. prelims.. and zongsheng tells me theres no choir tmr. WHY?!? NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! its unhealthy lol.. i had wanted to go de.. to destress. sheesh. everytime i have my exams, i dont seem to be able to breathe at all lol.. seriously. then i always have shortage of breath.. once there was an attack so fierce that luqman, my exam table neighbour, looked around and saw me hyperventilating and wanted to call a teacher.. thank goodness i managed to recover in time.. haiyo.. liddat how i sing ah.. hope its only for exam-time only.. if i get attacks like dat during choir, i think i no need to go back le.. instead of helping them, i think i cause them more ma fan if they have to throw my body out =S.  when im stressed, i tend to suffer from an eating disorder. so it means that its either i eat like tons of food or i dont eat at all. personally, i prefer the latter.. now my face looks like someone inserted a liposuction needle in, but instead of sucking the fats out, the needle injects someone else's fats into my face. and it looks frigging bloated. damn. prelims! get lost! hmm.. but i wasnt thin to start off with, so why am i complaining? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im losing my voice. what the *censored*. i think i'll just jump off the building if i really lose my voice. i have to sing. for the choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唱吧..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish the choir would buck up so i wont have to worry about them.. its not that simple..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-2455467147537126472?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2455467147537126472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=2455467147537126472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/2455467147537126472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/2455467147537126472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/08/exams-stress.html' title='Exams stress'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-1547468548198600038</id><published>2007-08-12T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T09:27:49.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phantom of the Opera'/><title type='text'>Phantom of the Opera</title><content type='html'>omg i want to sing christine in Phantom of the Opera!!! PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-1547468548198600038?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1547468548198600038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=1547468548198600038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/1547468548198600038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/1547468548198600038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/08/phantom-of-opera.html' title='Phantom of the Opera'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-7926552734860450996</id><published>2007-08-08T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:48:34.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Day cum School Bazaar cum Bpian Idol'/><title type='text'>National Day</title><content type='html'>so. national day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning, we (me and chel) met to go to sch (as usual) and we walked to sch via the route behind the sch. yes, precisely the one that tiger warned us not to walk alone. yes. well. i was late as usual. koff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we walked and blasted music off my handphone (and disturbing the residents at the same time, i think) and CRAPPED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i was hoping to see zhao heng on the way to sch (he usually rides his bike along the same route too) so that i could pull him to vote for brandon in bpian idol. well. turns out i was late. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got to sch, we went to sign in at the thumbprint system/ezlink system and went straight up to class. god knows, we sweated our asses off climbing those 4 stairs.. hmm. maybe we should make an appeal for cruelty against students.. cruelty towards teachers.. nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the bell rang for us to assemble in the field, me and chel and jo and yatkah and caijun and donghui and many others went down.. me and yatkah lagged behind to bully my brother into voting for brandon. well. didnt succeed. turns out my brothers favours his stomach more than voting. well. what can i do lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my class was at the furthest left of the upper sec classes. which means that we virtually didnt get any sunlight at all! bully to the rest of the upper sec classes =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it proper that we should be singing the national songs and saying the national pledge with respect instead of playing a fool? i just cant stand ppl playing around during such moments of supposed solemnity. god. so sad for our country that we have such citizens who do not respect our national symbols. especially the day before national day. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went through the whole parade procession.. well. from my class, we couldnt see anything much, so we started counting the number of ppl who fainted in the band and uniformed groups. sadistic, yet interesting. heh. sec4s who have gotten their brains deformed from continuous pressure from studying. hell, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then went off to the bazaar and i went crazy and exchanged $40 for 40 coupons. yes, call me crazy. including the one that i bought with the class, i had altogether $44 worth of coupons ($42 of which went to brandon -.-) then, i met mel (who skived off class duty to see *someone*) and mirul. we then went to go watch high school musical. i love cindra, dammit. thanks mel for challenging me to reach cindra's high note (high C# nia) which (quoted from miss darbus) is not easily reached in the natural world. hehe. i can reach it, mel, so there. my position is unchallenged!!! mwahahahahahaha!!! ooops sorry.. lost control of my right brain for a while. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we went to the hall at 9.45 to watch bpian idol, of which my only grandson, brandon, was one of the 8 finalists. woot! haiyo. if i were a year younger then i could have entered bpian idol too lol.. i tried getting mel, zy and hazel to enter, but, haiz.. they didnt want to. waste of talent. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went backstage to wish brandon good luck and found him suffering from nerves. i could understand because i experienced the same thing when me and chenchao went for the mid-autumn fest singing competition. gaah. i went higher and higher and higher. eeew. anyway, i pei-ed him for a while more together with jun yong and then i went back to join the choir group at the left side of the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was the 1st to go onstage. poor boy, he was so rigid lol.. anyway, the only REAL competition he got was from izza, who had a really great voice, but sang out-of-tune at nearing the end. poor gal. she went to beijing with me last year.. nice food there =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as the competition neared the end, all the votes for brandon were given to me to tally.. lol the amount i counted was 153 votes. nice one. lol the other contestants just didnt stand a chance =( so. guess who won? haha.. my dear grandson of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after bpian idol, i went for lunch with mirul at pizza hut, then went home. full-stop. min min, if u read this, get that thought outta ur head. i xin wu suo shu, ok? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. do u think there is a possiblity of the 4 sectional leaders (me, melvyn, manda, mirul) to enter in the teachers' day concert? tagg and tell me ur thoughts, ppl! so long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- im japanese -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-7926552734860450996?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7926552734860450996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=7926552734860450996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/7926552734860450996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/7926552734860450996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/08/national-day.html' title='National Day'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-8121477869993003457</id><published>2007-07-24T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:58:25.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video-ed performance'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://i190.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=" width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyo the picture quality is nt really good, so really paiseh.. but i believe the sound quality is still ok.. hmm.. i sang too loud lol.. haiz.. hope that the choir will do better next time =P go straight on to the post below =)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-8121477869993003457?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8121477869993003457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=8121477869993003457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/8121477869993003457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/8121477869993003457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-480944769322470757</id><published>2007-07-19T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T10:51:29.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my last day...'/><title type='text'>My Last Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;17th July 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. so its my last day today with the choir. rather sad, aint it? well, nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've really enjoyed today with all the choir ppl.. they're all so nice and warm and caring and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendly and enthusiastic and exuberant and.. haiyo.. i really cant bear to leave all my cute cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juniors behind.. =( the ending of one feast always heralds the beginning or preparation of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another. in this case, my first feast refers to the end of my choir life in BPGHS and the starting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of my working hard in stead of my prelims and eventually, o lvls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once thought of retaining in sec4 so that i could take care of the choir for a longer time, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that certainly was a foolish thought. =S i'm not very inclined to think that the choir will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright without us, the sec4 committee and batch. perhaps it is only apparent that my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insecurities have led me to think this way; perhaps it is not, and my intuitive premonitions may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come true. who knows? i certainly hope that the new committee and its leaders, Wei Qin and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Yong, will do a good job in keeping the choir under tight reins of discipline and to bring the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choir to greater heights of excellence by boosting their morale and fortifying it with the unity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and team spirit that our choir must have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am most worried about the sec1 batch that has just entered the BPGHS choir community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many of them have the potential to sing better than most of their seniors, including me, as they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are equipped with the natural ability to 'open' their throats (due to the meticulous selections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and filterings that Ms W. Lee and Mr Yong have done) while their seniors have to painstakingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn how to do so. however, they are plagued with two traits, which are regrettably unable to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escape the naked eye, the ill-disciplined and lazy manner in which they view the choir. they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have in their minds, deeply etched, that choir is just a 'slack' CCA in which they can 'pon'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anytime. i can see that many of them have been extremely rude and think very little of their&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seniors who have worked very hard to bring the choir to its present standing. or so the feedback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goes. i believe that the present seniors co-existing in the choir can do something to change their&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wayward attitude towards choir. as for the seniors, i know that you all have been working very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard this year, due to our SYF and Speech Day. i was really touched by your perseverance in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which you really tried to sing yourbest (and ending up with sore throats) and by doggedly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming for practice twice of thrice every week willingly without fail. (let's give SOME people the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benefit of the doubt =P) how i wish the sec1s would be like you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was Speech Day. at 12nn, we left the school in chartered buses, divided into two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;groups - upper sec and lower sec. on the bus, i first sat with natalie(who moved to sit with swu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;san later on), then alone. i took out my biology homework and tried to do it, but got sucessfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;distracted by zheng yang and melvyn who were sitting together and constantly being gay. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached the victoria theatre, all of us loitered at the receiving porch for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before going to sit in the seats of the theatre. miss ong did some administrative business with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our choir (which resulted in me forgetting how much 6 + 7 was =.-), after which we trooped off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the dressing rooms on the second floor to get ready. the boys got the first room, us sopranos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second, and the altos, the last room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the dressing room, everyone was in a frenzy. the sopranos screamed when the lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went off for us to change together and when the lights came back on again, they screamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again. oxymoronic. i had trouble putting my court shoes on because i had trouble taking my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school shoes off. oxymoronic x2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i had finished dressing ( me being one of the first ), i went out to find miss ong for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new cosmetics. well, it was new all right. -.- miss ong laid out 2 small bags and 1 big bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda took the 2 small bags for her altos. by this time, all the girls had finished changing and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were all gathered around me, fingering the make-up. miss s. lee then came over and told us the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steps to follow in putting on the make-up. first, the foundation had to be spread thickly and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evenly over the face to cover any blemishes or unevenness the face might have. secondly, the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blusher (rouge, as miss s. lee calls it), to give a little doll look. thirdly, the eyeshadow. the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyeshadow had to be put in two layers, dark blue at the bottom and pink at the top, smudging it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the middle to even out the lines that bridged the colors. dark blue and pink? not a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;combination that i would have chosen for any occasion in my right mind. lastly, the lipstick. miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s. lee had said that the lipstick bought this year was not bright red. I BEG TO DIFFER. miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ong. had also bought a lipbrush so that the common lipstick would be sanitary. well. i saw the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASEAN scholars use it directly on their lips, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like every year, i help with the putting on of make-up, so this year was of no difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first 'customer' was hazel. i spread on the foundation on her pretty little face by putting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dabs on her forehead, nose, cheeks and chin and evening them out. i then put on the blusher so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast my hand seemed to be a blur. i opened the eyeshadow box and spread dark blue and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purplish-pink eyeshadow, blending the colors in with the pads of my thumbs. with the lip-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brush, i swathed on the 'not-so-bright-red' lipstick. i later improvised the texture of the lipstick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by smoothing it out with a new eye-shadow applicator. the effect was 'magical', because the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lipstick didnt seem to look so red after all. =) i did the rest of the girls who came to me in that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manner, going faster and faster that even i was amazed at the speed that i was going. i put my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make-up on last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finishing up any strays that smudged their make-up, i cleaned my hands with the packets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of tissue paper and cotton woll that i brought (i knew from past experiences that there would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surely be a lack of such neccessities =P) and headed back to the dressing room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the dressing room, i found my sopranos sitting in two groups - sec3s and the lower sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i joined the sec3 group. we sat in a circle and played 'murderer'. i got to be the 'murderer' twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and almost wiped out everybody when the 'policewoman' caught me. it was so much fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then had to gather for warm-ups. we started off singing arirang, but it sounded so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awful that mr yong had to go through vocal warm-ups step by step until our voices no longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounded raw. we then sang through arirang and then regi tancdal (better known to us as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tambur') and went back to the dressing rooms to wait to be called up for the dry run. we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sopranos played some more games until we were called up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we went downstairs, backstage, for the dry run, we were split into two groups for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assembly onto the risers. the altos were with the basses on the far left backstage and we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sopranos were with the tenors on the far right. mr yong then came over to out soprano section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to look for me to inform me that i could play the piano for the dry run. i was overwhelmed with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the malay dance had finished their item, the backstage crew quickly assembled the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;risers behind the main curtains (which were closed) and we proceeded up the risers, making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more noise than we were supposed to. we then waited restlessly for the curtains to be drawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing in front of me was agnes, and behind me, zhengrui and guangrui. i took turns shushing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;them back and forth so many times that i gave up in the end -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, the emcee announced our item and the main curtains were drawn. the curtains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were thick and heavy drapery. when the curtains were drawn, they slapped almost every one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of us in the face and left their dusty smell lingering in out nostrils. we stood poker-straight and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had on our faces, a frozen smile. we sang throught 'tambur' with no distinct mistakes and ended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song with a shaky last note. =( after 'tambur', i went over to the grand piano and sat down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for mr yong's signal to start playing. at his nod, i started playing tentatively (it was my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time playing for the choir on a grand piano and was really surprised at the full and rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sound the piano gave out) as i was not sure at what speed mr yong wanted the song to go. at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every phrase, i looked up at mr yong and down again to make sure i wasnt going too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after finishing the song, i was immediately hit by pangs of nostalgia. it was my last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;performance as the pianist for our choir. i then joined the choir for the grand finale in which the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malay dancers streamed in from the two sides and we all sang the school song together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finishing the grand finale of the dry run, mr chan asked us all to sit on the stage. he then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commented on the malay dancers, saying that they were very good. we were next, getting the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comments that we were too noisy backstage and that we could have climbed up the risers more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;softly. one crucial thing, he added, we forgot to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went back upstairs after the briefing of the dry run where there were buns waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upstairs for us. the choir people actually were so desperate for the food that the chaos they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caused was enough to equal a heavenly calamity. and God knows i tried to prevent it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;           when we finished our food, miss s. lee asked us girls to freshen our make-up and wait till&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; my yong came back at 5.00pm to help us warm up again. after touching up on our make-up, we&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; sopranos sat in our small circles again. this time, we played truth-or-dare. agnes got like the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; worst dare in which she had to go to the boys' changing room to either hug the first three males&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; she saw and say 'i love you' or to let down her hair like a pontianak and parade in there. she&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; chose the former and of course, the boys didnt let her in. in the end, her 'dare' had to go undone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;            after playing truth-or-dare, we went back to playing 'murderer' again. we played for like&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; eons, when amanda came to ask me to help her find all the make-up. i went back with the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; make-up kit and refreshened the sopranos' make-up again. i got scolded by miss s. lee when&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; she saw this really red (red enough to attract vampires) lipgloss and not the common lipstick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; (which was so red that sharks would fly out from the sea for it) to put on the sopranos. quote :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "you're wasting all our time!" *shrugs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;            we rushed outside to find the rest of the choir waiting impatiently for us with mr yong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; standing in the middle. we immediately took up our positions and started on our warm-ups. the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; altos were having a little problem with their pitchings for both somgs and mr yong got 'kind-of'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; flustered in trying to get their notes right. in the end, they got their notes right and we sang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; through the songs a few times before going back to the dressing rooms to check on our make-up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; AGAIN. (by the way, one of my friends present during the Speech Day concert said that she&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; could hear us warming up while the guest-of-honour was making his speech. she said that the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; ghostly sound resonated throughout the theatre and asked whether was it me who was 'trying&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; to scare the guest-of-honour shitless with all the wailing'. -.-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;            when we came downstairs for the real performance ('wet run' as quoted by that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; particular friend), we were all feeling relatively edgy. this was my lat ever performance as a&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; part of the BPGHS choir and i saw resolve in my cause to sing my best for this one last time. the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; risers were once again assembled by the backstage crew and we once again climbed up the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; risers. the emcee announced our item and we sang the two songs. we were then asked to sing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; the school song together with the malay dancers and the opera troupe. everything happened in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; such rapid sucession that it was all recorded as a blur in my memory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;            we went back to the dressing rooms to change. as i finished first, i went out into the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; corridor and started folding up my costume. (i didnt change out of my shoes) i then started to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; give out bentos (packed dinners which consisted of steamed rice, fried fishcake, stir-fried&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; cabbage and carrots, black-peppered chicken and a packet of chilli sauce. a spoon was also&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; packed inside)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;            zongli was the first to take the bento from me. oh. which reminds me of his brother...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; after changing, amanda had barged into the boys' room without knocking. zongsheng had not&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; finished changing and was indecent. the moment amanda went into the room, she saw him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; immediately, the rest of the boys surrounded zongsheng to 'protect his modesty'. amanda&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; backed out of the room. amanda backed out of the room. later on she told me, "thank goodness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; it was zongsheng and not zhengyang." hey! what was that supposed to mean?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;            anyway, after everyone had a packet of dinner, i settled down on the floor with a few of&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; my soprano juniors and ate from my packet. i loved the rice! ^^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;            i never knew how much my juniors treasured me until that moment. really felt like&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; crying then because i knew that i would not be able to sit and eat with the choir as a part of it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; anymore, now that i was considered 'graduated' from it. haiyo.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;           after dinner, i dragged the trash bag out to throw (my last service for the choir) and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; waited for the two buses to arrive. on the bus, i sat with yunfang. when she sort-of fell asleep, i&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; went to sit beside jason and talked to yunying for 3/4 of the bus journey, after which i fell&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; asleep beside yunfang with my head on her shoulder. when we arrived back at school, it was&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; about 8.30pm and we (me, amirul and zhengyang) went to board the public bus home. we were&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; all so tired that we couldnt keep up each other's obvious efforts at conversation and lapsed into&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; silence at the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-480944769322470757?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/480944769322470757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=480944769322470757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/480944769322470757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/480944769322470757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-last-speech.html' title='My Last Speech'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-2166366974311957558</id><published>2007-07-19T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T19:04:41.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prologue'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ATTENTION!&lt;br /&gt;the next post will be on speech day and related, so choir peeps had better prick up their eyes and frequent my blog cos i have a video on the whole choral performance on speech day!@! =)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-2166366974311957558?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2166366974311957558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=2166366974311957558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/2166366974311957558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/2166366974311957558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/07/attention-next-post-will-be-on-speech.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-5177486934348802519</id><published>2007-07-02T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T09:50:46.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my biological brain'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back again... =P&lt;br /&gt;ok. so my electone exam didnt turn out well.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;because i forgot to do some vitally essential things like..&lt;br /&gt;creating the intro and ending of my arrangement, playing the same rhythm pattern all the way thru my 2 improvisation pieces, going outta concentration in my song pieces.&lt;br /&gt;all in all, lets see my ghost rematerialize outside of the conf room =S&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! u noe the condor heroes showing on tv now? the guo xiang looks exactly like ayumi hamasaki!!!!!!! i was SO damned shocked! anyway, my bro thinks dat guo xiang looks chio-er than xiao long nu. hmm. well, i beg to differ. ppl, can give me ur thoughts on who is chio-er?&lt;br /&gt;QN!@! paiseh for not writing that story i promised u.. no inspiration lol =P&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll write one abt u and ya she getting tgt ^^ but there'll be no wu zun there cos i dont really like him =S&lt;br /&gt;XIAO YU!!!&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Cholera causes fever and diarrhoea.&lt;br /&gt;diarrhoea caused by cholera is a greyish and rice-water type of stool.&lt;br /&gt;diarrhoea leads to dehydration --&gt; severe abdominal cramps --&gt; death&lt;br /&gt;tetracyline is the best medicine to counter cholera-caused diarrhoea.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;The Nitrogen Cycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nitrogen&lt;/strong&gt; goes through nitrogen fixation by leguminous plants' bacteria found at root nodules to form &lt;strong&gt;nitrates &lt;/strong&gt;which then is absorbed by plants and turned into &lt;strong&gt;plant proteins &lt;/strong&gt;and are eaten by animals, which in turn becomes &lt;strong&gt;animal proteins &lt;/strong&gt;and then excreted to form &lt;strong&gt;urea &lt;/strong&gt;and become bacteria, which is also formed by the death of the plant or animal which houses the proteins, decomposes to form &lt;strong&gt;humus &lt;/strong&gt;which reacts with ammonium compounds to form &lt;strong&gt;nitrites &lt;/strong&gt;which then is converted back to &lt;strong&gt;nitrates &lt;/strong&gt;which is acted on by &lt;strong&gt;denitrifying bacteria &lt;/strong&gt;which  converts it back into nitrogen.&lt;br /&gt;alternatively...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nitrogen &lt;/strong&gt;is reacted with &lt;strong&gt;oxygen &lt;/strong&gt;during lightning and thunderstorms to form &lt;strong&gt;nitrites &lt;/strong&gt;which turn into nitrates and then acted on by &lt;strong&gt;denitrifying bacteria &lt;/strong&gt;which converts it back to &lt;strong&gt;nitrogen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple enough, aint it?&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;The Blood Clotting Process&lt;br /&gt;when blood vessels are broken, the broken blood vessels and the platelets present in the blood secrete an enzyme called thrombokinase.&lt;br /&gt;thrombokinase converts prothrombin, a blood protein, into thrombin, an enzyme.&lt;br /&gt;thrombin then catalyses the conversion of fibrinogen, another blood protein, into insoluble fibrin mesh threads which traps the blood corpuscles together to form a clot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blood Un-Clotting Process&lt;br /&gt;in normal blood, heparin is secreted by the liver to prevent the blood from unecessary blood clotting.&lt;br /&gt;the secretion of thrombokinase neutralizes the effects of heparin to leave a by-product, serum. serum has the same consistency as the blood plasma, only without the clotting constituents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-5177486934348802519?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5177486934348802519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=5177486934348802519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/5177486934348802519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/5177486934348802519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-2817469962591883636</id><published>2007-06-21T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T17:09:22.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hohoemi wa shiranai de..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>harlow.. its been EXACTLY one month since i last updated lol..&lt;br /&gt;*blows dust off blog*&lt;br /&gt;preparation for my electone exam has been one torturous and ardous job for me as my exam is on the 28th of june, and out of the 8 songs that im supposed to play, i can only play like 4 really well? so its like : SAYONARA, jiaxuan. lol.. and then theres this chord progression thingy which i have been teaching mel.. its like i noe it, but then when i have to use it in practical purposes, i just get a frigging mental block and forget how to do it lol.. and then my teacher thinks that i didnt practice again -.=&lt;br /&gt;well, im the type to not noe how to explain myself properly, so when faced with such circumstances, i dont really try to speak up for myself, so i get the brunt of the troubles the most of the time lol..&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness im not the only one who has this problem.. chel has it too, so when we're faced with this, we'll just shut up and listen -.=&lt;br /&gt;now, this exam is the most important exam in my life so far (not even the o's are up to it lol)&lt;br /&gt;so if i fail it, i can prepare to jump off the building lol..&lt;br /&gt;lemme calculate.. i'll get my results in like 2-3mths time.. thats abt the night-study period too.. so ppl.. the school will most likely be haunted by me lol, especially the choir =P&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. let me imagine the choir being haunted lol..&lt;br /&gt;this is a fictional piece of me haunting the choir :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday, mel goes into the conf rm carrying the attendance books and the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;there is no one in the room.&lt;br /&gt;he puts the things down and arranges the tables and chairs.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, he sees this one table floating across the room and deposits itself at the back.&lt;br /&gt;he stares open-mouthedly.&lt;br /&gt;he starts to edge backwards towards the door.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, a translucent shape begins to take form (me)..&lt;br /&gt;the shape distinctly shows that it is me.&lt;br /&gt;mel recognizes and says " i thought u died already? how come ur here?"&lt;br /&gt;the shape says " u forgot. lol i thought i told u eons ago that even if i die, my spirit and ghost and wadeva spiritual thingy will remain with the choir wherever it will go?"&lt;br /&gt;mel says " oh ok.. so how come the spiritual world let u stay here?"&lt;br /&gt;the shape says " haiyoi.. they were moved by my insistence to stay lol (actually under the threat of wreaking havoc in the underworld -.-) so they let me lor.. dont tell anyone hor.. i'll help u guys secretly.. (only the sopranos =P)."&lt;br /&gt;mel says " er. " (still in a state of disbelief)&lt;br /&gt;the shape says " good! oh shoot! " and vanishes..&lt;br /&gt;mel still stares in shock at the open space where the shape used to stand.&lt;br /&gt;the door opens and he jumped.&lt;br /&gt;zy, jason and the twins come into the room (omg for once so early haha..) and say hi to mel.&lt;br /&gt;mel doesnt reply and they go up to mel to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;mel, still in a state of shock bcos of me, stammers "just now i just saw.."&lt;br /&gt;remembering not to tell anyone abt me, he quickly recovers himself and returns to arranging the tables and chairs.&lt;br /&gt;the boys help in the arranging too (how i wish this would happen in real life)..&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the choir start to stream in.&lt;br /&gt;ms w lee goes in too.&lt;br /&gt;at exactly 4 o'clock, ms lee addresses the choir " i heard that jiaxuan died due to apoplexy bcos of her failing her electone exam.. is it true?"&lt;br /&gt;people murmur consent..&lt;br /&gt;she then says " ah. lets hold one minute of silence in respect for her. "&lt;br /&gt;and she keeps quiet.&lt;br /&gt;people keep quiet too, except for a few sniffle here and there (lets hope they're tearing for me and not bcos the air-con is too cold -.-)&lt;br /&gt;after the one minute of silence, ms lee starts the choir off on a few warm-ups.&lt;br /&gt;the shape, watching the choir for a long time under cover of invisiblity (u learn how to do some things after u die lol..), takes up a translucent form next to mel and does the warm ups too.&lt;br /&gt;mel doesnt notice the shape at first, but when he hears a sudden increase of volume from the soprano section, he looks around casually to see me.&lt;br /&gt;he gives a gasp of shock and the shape disappears again.&lt;br /&gt;ms lee questions him abt it and he keeps quiet.&lt;br /&gt;ms lee leaves it at that and asks the choir to sing through regi tancdal once.&lt;br /&gt;mel, knowing that i am around somewhere, looks at the soprano section determinedly until i appear..&lt;br /&gt;to fufill mel's wishes, the shape appears again, this time beside weide, but no one else can see me cos i made myself only visible to mel.&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the song, the sops tried hitting the high note, but many failed.&lt;br /&gt;mel could hear someone cursing "damn!!! couldnt hit again!! i practiced leh! grrrrrraaaaah!"&lt;br /&gt;he smiled inwardly and other ppl started to discuss among themselves to whom had the voice belonged to.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, ms lee had to leave bcos of an emergency and left moritza to take charge of the choir.&lt;br /&gt;moritza sends ms lee out of the door and stands in front of the piano.&lt;br /&gt;she says to have the choir sing thru part by part and b4 she can give the individual sections their notes, the keyboard plunks the correct keys by itself.&lt;br /&gt;moritza widens her eyes in shock as she did not see anything touch the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;she sits down and stares blankly at the keyboard just to ascertain her own mental stability.&lt;br /&gt;mel, who has a hunch on what had caused the keyboard to play by itself, sends a telepathic message over to me," hey dont liddat leh.. mor cannot take it one.. "&lt;br /&gt;noticing mor's stricken face, the shape stopped plunking on the keyboard and satisfied itself by singing together with the other sops.&lt;br /&gt;after choir, mirul, haze and zy go for dinner. (and i tagged along)&lt;br /&gt;they talked abt how the choir was and what happened to moritza just now.&lt;br /&gt;a pang of guilt nudged the shapes's concsience.&lt;br /&gt;a telepathic message then intruded the shape's train of thought. it was from mel " are u going to reveal urself to ppl other than me?"&lt;br /&gt;i replied " i dont think so, not for the moment at least.."&lt;br /&gt;"why?"&lt;br /&gt;"i dont want the rumour to spread that the choir is haunted and the new sec1s to drop-out or not join.."&lt;br /&gt;"they wont do that lah.. just dont do such scary things like what u did to mor just now lah.."&lt;br /&gt;"well. im not certain that i wont do it again lol.."&lt;br /&gt;"ok.. dots.. where are u now?"&lt;br /&gt;"with mirul they all, but they dont noe im with them. they're having dinner."&lt;br /&gt;"what are they having?"&lt;br /&gt;"long john's. eh this costs money siah.."&lt;br /&gt;"what costs money?"&lt;br /&gt;"this telepathic messaging lah!"&lt;br /&gt;"this costs money? how come?"&lt;br /&gt;"its free for u, but not for me.. where do u think i go when im not at choir? of course to go back to the underworld to earn money for my own living necessities which includes this TPM. i have to pay for ur share also leh.."&lt;br /&gt;"why dont u use ur hp when u were still alive?"&lt;br /&gt;"my parents cut off the line le lol, im dead rmb? the dead cannot use a living's things.. or as much as they would have thought so.."&lt;br /&gt;"orh.. wad do u work as?"&lt;br /&gt;"music teacher.. ppl also want to learn after they die lol.. really is learning after death haha.."&lt;br /&gt;"very cold leh. ok dont TPM me anymore.. i go eat dinner le.."&lt;br /&gt;"kk.. TPM u tmr.."&lt;br /&gt;and i continue watching mirul, haze and zy eat.&lt;br /&gt;gaah. now their talking abt my death -.-&lt;br /&gt;how come they're wondering what im doing after dying?&lt;br /&gt;haha too bad i wont show myself to them or they would see me watching them eat ahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ok.. end of piece of fiction*&lt;br /&gt;lol i can just see ppl all quitting choir after reading my short story =P&lt;br /&gt;so its the "be-all and the end-all" of things lol hahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-2817469962591883636?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2817469962591883636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=2817469962591883636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/2817469962591883636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/2817469962591883636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/06/harlow.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-3915538593827390162</id><published>2007-05-21T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:50:35.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kyo no CHOIR PRACTICE'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today we had choir practice after sch.&lt;br /&gt;before that, lets talk abt (well, im having a monologue here) sch 2dae.&lt;br /&gt;haiyo it was like really boring..&lt;br /&gt;let me list out my lessons : &lt;strong&gt;Chemistry, Additional Mathematics, Social Studies, Recess&lt;/strong&gt; (well that doesnt count),&lt;strong&gt; Civics and Moral Education&lt;/strong&gt; (like if we get high marks for this exam, we have paradoxically no morals at all. -.-), &lt;strong&gt;Elementary Mathematics, and Biology&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;well, nth much to say for chem cos i wasnt there and the teacher (ms chew) wasnt there.&lt;br /&gt;amath. i really feel like spanking mrs poh. she was SO sarcastic and telling us all to quit and whenever we asked her questions, she would start to complain of the incredibly backward state of our retardness and how easy the question was and then she would start to explain the question. deserves a spank, doesnt she? =.=&lt;br /&gt;generally nth much to say for ss. ms tay was civil to us, we were civil to her, no more, full-stop, the end.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh.. recess. the time of relaxation..&lt;br /&gt;i wrote my chinese diary in cme. jack tan was like slacking and walking abt, watching us do random stuff lol..&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep in emath with an extremely annoying eye irritation (more like inflammation).&lt;br /&gt;lol i woke up in bio. today mdm quek talked abt genetic mutations. it was SO refreshing, and i dont noe how i can fall asleep in other lessons which are supposedly more interesting than bio when ppl are all being knocked out all around me during bio. ironic, aint it?&lt;br /&gt;*bring!!!* -&gt; signals for end of sch.&lt;br /&gt;isp at 3.00pm (i rather like to think of it as internet safety program instead of intensive study program =P)&lt;br /&gt;2dae's isp was on chinese. omg. i was almost knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;after isp i went to choir practice.&lt;br /&gt;omg i just love choir practices!!! i was so exhilarated when i got there..&lt;br /&gt;we taught the newcomer batch arirang and the 1st 4 pages of tambur.&lt;br /&gt;we did a demo (us seniors =)) of both arirang and 3/4 of tambur =)))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;lol arirang was easy.. abit boring lol, i like a song with challenge. =P no offense to anyone from choir who reads this..&lt;br /&gt;tambur was like.. the more we sang, the worse we got. and its like the 1st 2 1/2 parts of tambur were great, but we got more and more mixed up and agnes led me in at the wrong time and in the end causing ms w. lee to say that we sops were the worst lol..&lt;br /&gt;there was this one time when ms w. lee asked each level to sing the 1st section of tambur separately.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh when we sec4s had to sing, i was situated in this REALLY strategic spot, all alone with no other sec4s anywhere near me (they were all at the back, not considering the fact that only 4 or 5 of them turned up). sheesh lol it was like i was singing solo together with the other sections..&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness my voice was ok (besides for the fact that i tried to kill it 2dae with milo, which i havent drunk since sec2 -.=) or else i would have been croaking out the notes and brought more shame to the soprano section. XD&lt;br /&gt;after choir, i was really surprised to see chel waiting for me in the canteen lol..&lt;br /&gt;she came with us (me, wenpu, mirul, hazel and hazrina) to dinner at teck whye mac.&lt;br /&gt;didnt really talk much there..&lt;br /&gt;me and chel left without a word (or rather it was me who left without saying bye to mirul mockingly).&lt;br /&gt;we walked all the way to lot one and bought our favourite walnut bread at four leaves =)&lt;br /&gt;after which we took the 302 bus to chel's old place to pick up her letters.&lt;br /&gt;after which we walked all the way home, talking abt our guy problems and singing at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;i took a bath in chocolate truffle cream tonight!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;happy.. happy.. happy.. wait. wonder if mirul's pissed at me for not saying bye.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;happy.. happy.. happy..&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly want to go back to my beijing sch.. i miss yan cheng and zheng yu (who coincidentally is sarah's 'buddy')&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-3915538593827390162?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3915538593827390162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=3915538593827390162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/3915538593827390162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/3915538593827390162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-we-had-choir-practice-after-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-4022410630191957645</id><published>2007-05-20T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T11:26:23.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredfunboredfunned'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! lol very long nvr update le lol..&lt;br /&gt;ytd me n chel went to the national library to study.&lt;br /&gt;on the train there was this weird old man who kept looking at us.&lt;br /&gt;we were'nt doing anything funny, just talking and laughing (not loudly ok..)&lt;br /&gt;so he kept staring and staring lol, i was SO freaked out..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after we got off the train at city hall, we went to guardian to buy a 1.5l bottle of mineral water to last us the whole day lol..&lt;br /&gt;we then went out of the citylink to PICK OUR WAY (courtesy of ms lee) to the library.&lt;br /&gt;on our way there, we saw this toy museum and we went in for a look.&lt;br /&gt;OMG it was like SOOOO ex lol..&lt;br /&gt;we then came out of the museum and went to the library.&lt;br /&gt;whoooosh!&lt;br /&gt;the library was like frigging big lol.. 10+ levels and basement only for the public to borrow books.. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;it was so classic, grand and yet homely at the same time. haiz.. i really love that place..&lt;br /&gt;chel and i then dumped our stuff on 2 single sofas each.&lt;br /&gt;OMG so many boooooooooooks!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wa liao.. being the extremely niao and kiasu me, i took like 20+ (ok lah.. 10+) books from the shelves and dumped them around me in my sofa =S&lt;br /&gt;so i was like practically surrounded by books, sitting on them and a few on me and on the ground lol.. practically cluttered haha..&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, chel had to go for her cell group, and i opted to stay behind for abt 5hrs..&lt;br /&gt;after she had left, i smsed mel (who didnt reply) and mirul that i was extremely bored.&lt;br /&gt;mirul replied, saying he wanted to go out lol so he came over to the library, which by that time, i was already vanquishing, falling asleep in the middle of the library.&lt;br /&gt;oh btw did i tell u abt friday's isp?&lt;br /&gt;me and chel fell asleep side-by-side, and i really mean FELL ASLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;lol when suzanna came in, we didnt even noe, until halimah woke chel up and chel woke me up lol..&lt;br /&gt;soooo embarrassing! suzanna was positively pissed and asked us to go to the toilet to wash up lol..&lt;br /&gt;haiyo..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after mirul came to the library, we went for lunch at the raffles hospital..&lt;br /&gt;i had some noodles and mirul had some fish soup with rice or smth to that point and then we left.&lt;br /&gt;on the way back to the library, we challenged each other in singing lol..&lt;br /&gt;i admit that im not a soprano anymore since i cant sing.&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, we went to the library's reference section.&lt;br /&gt;i got out the NIPPONIA! guide magazines to japan and practically lapped in every word of it (well, the food part..)&lt;br /&gt;we then met up with chel and went for dinner at mac.&lt;br /&gt;i bought a double choc blended ice with whipped cream and extra caramel topping!&lt;br /&gt;OMG it was extremely heavenly and we got along famously together! (credits to chel's famously) heex..&lt;br /&gt;we then went to topshop where we tried on clothes lol (oh sorry mirul, u got so bored there..)&lt;br /&gt;i tried on this really nice t-shirt and an o-l blouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-4022410630191957645?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4022410630191957645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=4022410630191957645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/4022410630191957645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/4022410630191957645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-lol-very-long-nvr-update-le-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-9146529418012776634</id><published>2007-05-12T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T09:47:22.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watashi wa ~ 小肠面线 desu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nowadays i feel very temperamental all the time. doshite? can anybody tell me why? just wanna kill and kill and morbidize everything everything around me..&lt;br /&gt;one good thing is that i influenced my brother to play the piano after 3 years of avoidance and hatred of the piano.&lt;br /&gt;one bad thing is that i ACTUALLY failed my *******. how can that be? omg its my best-est subject! how can i fail it? imagine my status fall in my family and relatives! fail ******* indeed! NO! it cannot be. i must kill. yes. kill!&lt;br /&gt;to knock the sense out of the senseless and to derive the meaning of the bloodied corpses.&lt;br /&gt;to kill and seam and to recollect the repeated words around me.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;omg i AM going crazy..&lt;br /&gt;but i must wait and endure till the next choir practice.&lt;br /&gt;and i am sick.&lt;br /&gt;who am i but the bowl of noodles in which a few intestines float?&lt;br /&gt;who am i but 小肠面线?&lt;br /&gt;watashi wa dare? dare wa boku ?&lt;br /&gt;watashi itsumo de kite desho.. but why wont u talk?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-9146529418012776634?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/9146529418012776634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=9146529418012776634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/9146529418012776634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/9146529418012776634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/05/nowadays-i-feel-very-temperamental-all.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-8598876599472682087</id><published>2007-05-09T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T10:47:57.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nani shiterun dayo..'/><title type='text'>nani shiterun dayo..</title><content type='html'>lol chel i noe u wanna be my les partner, i also want to right? u noe.. just dat the society doesnt allow homozygous affairs =S&lt;br /&gt;let us bask in the nature of the heterozygous and let us be CO-DOMINANT!&lt;br /&gt;alleles of the co-dominance are : respect in civility, not to take by force, but by the means of mutual will and trust.&lt;br /&gt;quote me a shakespearean : is this a dagger i see before me?&lt;br /&gt;quote thou a shakespearean : ** ** ** *** ** **, **** ** * ********.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adrenaline : - a hormonal secretion of the adrenal medulla of the kidney.&lt;br /&gt;                      - caused by the conditions of fear, ANGER, ANXIETY and STRESS.&lt;br /&gt;                      - increases blood glucose levels.&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;STRESS, ANGER, ANXIETY : - short-term effect on body&lt;br /&gt;                                                     -&gt; improved muscular performance&lt;br /&gt;                                                     -&gt; mental alertness&lt;br /&gt;                                                     -&gt; extra blood flows to muscles and brain                                                       -&gt; rate of digestion decreases; waste products egested&lt;br /&gt;                                                     -&gt; more energy available of activities such as running&lt;br /&gt;                                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                      - long-term effect on body                      &lt;br /&gt;                                                     -&gt; muscles become tense and painful&lt;br /&gt;                                                     -&gt; headaches or even migraines  &lt;br /&gt;                                                     -&gt; high blood pressure results in hypertension causing&lt;br /&gt;                                                          strokes and heart diseases&lt;br /&gt;                                                     -&gt; pains in the stomach and intestines; diarrhoea&lt;br /&gt;                                                     -&gt; fatigue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so therefore, （小肠面线) 's conclusion is thus :&lt;br /&gt;due to the over-powering exertion of examination stress on the poor minds of us, we have had the long-term effects of adrenaline on us, resulting in migraines and fatigue. we have also acquired a need for the effects of macdonald's JASMINE GREEN TEA, to a more specific extent, yew tee macdonald's JASMINE GREEN TEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharing of daily morbid thoughts :&lt;br /&gt;everyone noes the naso-lachrymal duct in the eye? (if u dont, ask to borrow a bio textbook : BIOLOGY - A Course for 'O' Level)&lt;br /&gt;so now, we all noe dat the naso-lachymal duct drains excess tears from the eye to the nose right?&lt;br /&gt;therefore, morbidity has rested itself on my sadistic mind...&lt;br /&gt;IF we nose-bleed, we can pinch our noses very hard to prevent blood flowing out of the nose.&lt;br /&gt;THEN, we can blow extremely hard into our nose AND since the blood cannot be let out due to ur fingers pinching ur nose, where will it go?&lt;br /&gt;(thinks for one minute)&lt;br /&gt;(gives up)&lt;br /&gt;it will spurt out of the naso-lachyrmal duct and there you have it! a blood fountain!!!&lt;br /&gt;so if u wanna learn how to make a blood fountain, just bash urself in ur nose (extremely hard, but not that ur nose falls off, u can if u want, but its ur own problem if the blood does not cease to stop) and follow the instructions above =)&lt;br /&gt;*end of morbid-thinking tuitorial*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-8598876599472682087?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8598876599472682087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=8598876599472682087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/8598876599472682087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/8598876599472682087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/05/nani-shiterun-dayo.html' title='nani shiterun dayo..'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-8562719248835209138</id><published>2007-05-08T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T10:03:40.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doshite..'/><title type='text'>Doshite..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;不知到最近我们是怎么了，天天都由次序般似的，一样的异样，竟然的井然。。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;你在想什么呀。。　能不能透漏一点给我？　就让我知道你是何意啊。。　不要给我一直这样的猜下去。。　我好矛盾。。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;问世间，&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;情为何物，&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;只教生死相许？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;天南地北双飞客，&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;老翅几回寒暑？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;欢乐趣，离别苦，&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;就中更有痴儿女。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;君应有语，&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;渺万里层云，&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;千山暮雪，&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;双影向谁去？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-8562719248835209138?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8562719248835209138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=8562719248835209138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/8562719248835209138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/8562719248835209138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/05/doshite.html' title='Doshite..'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-4110425951303776916</id><published>2007-04-22T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:24:22.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust factor'/><title type='text'>Trust Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on a scale of 1 - 10, how much will u rate me on how much u will trust me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-4110425951303776916?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4110425951303776916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=4110425951303776916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/4110425951303776916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/4110425951303776916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/04/trust-factor.html' title='Trust Factor'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-484366494227047124</id><published>2007-04-22T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:21:40.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SYF day'/><title type='text'>SYF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20th April 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;couldnt sleep at all last nite.. i woke up at hourly intervals.. when i finally fell asleep, my dad woke me at 5.35am..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i then got ready for sch and SYF, doing everything super-fast so that i wouldnt be late in meeting mirul, haze and zy later.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my dad then drove me to lot 1..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suprisingly, i arrived 1st lol.. (followed by haze then zy then mirul)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh btw, sry zy for giving u da wrong info which u followed..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we ate our breakfast, then went off to sch to change..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most of da choir ppl changed already.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr yong then came and helped us to warm our voices up..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we then practiced for a while, then loaded ourselves up into the buses (sops and altos in 1 bus, boys in the other)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hazel and i sang throughout the bus journey.. lol.. the very adult form of nursery tunes like baa baa black sheep and twinkle twinkle lol..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when we got to the victoria concert hall (VCH), there were already a few schools there waiting for their turn (i can only rmb deyi and mayflower lol)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we then crammed into this room to have 10mins of warm-ups b4 our turn lol..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after warming up, we went to wait at the big hall outside the concert hall.. the atmosphere was rather tense lol.. all of us were rather apprehensive lol..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when we went on stage, our faces were all fixed with what seemed like frozen and stiff smiles..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr yong then came up to the stage center and directed us to spread out..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we then sang 'Everyone Sang'. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;omg mr yong's look on his face was like he wanted to kill us sops for not singing loudly enough lol.. i was so scared..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but mr yong had said b4 that if i sang too loudly, i would be straining and screaming which would totally bring the choir down, so i didnt sing louder.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seemed that bcos i didnt sing louder, the others beside me didnt dare to sing louder, resulting in a soft sops section lol..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then the next song, 'Kyrie Eleison', we totally went off, there no point of talking abt it lol.. =S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then the last song, 'Arirang', i think we redeemed ourselves there.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when we went down the stage, we were rather dejected.. haiz..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on the way home, me, hazel and agnes got onto the boy's bus and made tons of noise!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we sang and screamt and sang and screamt and laughed =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;argh.. agnes' blouse was EXTREMELY low-cut and she didnt wanna pull it up..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aaaaanyway.. after we reached school, we went to change and then the whole lot of us (mirul, hazel, mel, sarah, zy and me) went to BPP for lunch..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we ate LJS and had lots of fun! (not to mention leaving zy and hazel alone and mel and sarah alone ^^)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well.. after leaving LJS, we came to my place (after zy bought a whole tub of ice-cream for hazel ^^ ^^ ^^)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we played bridge and ate ice-cream on my floor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then, we left separately (me and mirul for oral), (mel and hazel and zy for someone's place)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me and mirul walked to sch =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well. i was late for oral. i flunked the el one and i flew up the chi one lol =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im going crazy..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when i called ms lee at nite, i was really upset to hear that we got a silver instead of our coveted gold.. haiz..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i let my seniors and juniors down..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-484366494227047124?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/484366494227047124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=484366494227047124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/484366494227047124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/484366494227047124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/04/syf.html' title='SYF'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-7453759505380604884</id><published>2007-04-22T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T12:59:04.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temperamental'/><title type='text'>pissy choir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;19th April 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gaah.. 2dae the choir was just SO pissy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;b4 choir, i  went to get the attendance books and keyboard from ms ong, meeting mirul on the way and went up to open the conf room..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we then went down to the canteen for lunch with mel and zy. lol they ate extremely slowly (or was it bcos i didnt have any appetite to eat my porridge that i didnt finish it)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i left them eating there and went up to prepare the conf room..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i then turned on the air-con and arranged the tables and chairs and set up the keyboard (ALONE lol..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then when mel n mirul n ppl came in, i was still arranging lol.. they didnt help =( [kinda broke mi heart =(].. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after i finished arranging, i went to play the keyboard.. ppl started streaming in and SITTING ON THE CHAIRS and talking and playing around.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tried to get them to stand in their positions (which they didnt listen, naturally).. i got so pissed that i actually banged on the piano, in front of mirul and mel and junior-tachi and left the conf room..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was so hurt and angry that i went back to cls and cried there for a good 40mins, after which i went down to the conf room again to take my bag and costume (which i wasnt supposed to bring) and left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i met chao chao on the way down, he asked me why i wasnt in choir and i told him. lol if it wasnt for him, i would have left choir and went home to mope..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haiz.. how i wish i didnt have a conscience and such a heavy responsibility to carry.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, i went back to the conf room, where mor was already taking charge. i stood by my sops and started singing the warm-ups, barely moving my lips. after like abt 5 mins, mirul took my arm and led me out of the conf room to ask me abt what had happened. we went into the 2nd class and i explained. mor came in too, followed by mel. haiz.. turns out i have a lack of self-confidence lol.. =S manda came in too, and started talking to me abt it too lol.. we then went back to choir after that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i then took charge of the choir and led them in singing the syf pieces as warm-ups.. still no self-confidence lol.. ms w. lee came in in the middle of arirang lol and waited until the song was finished then started to conduct the choir practice.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was gloomy-neutral-happy-exhilarated (mood changes through the practice respectively)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after choir, we (me, mirul, hazel, zy) went for dinner (as usual) and ended it full-circle lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we went home abt 9+.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh.. syf.. meeting the 3 of them at mac at 6.15am tmr for breakfast b4 going to sch.. better sleep early lol.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dewa mata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-7453759505380604884?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7453759505380604884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=7453759505380604884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/7453759505380604884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/7453759505380604884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/04/pissy-choir.html' title='pissy choir'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-2043674821392494440</id><published>2007-04-15T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:07:10.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OFFLINE status'/><title type='text'>OFFLINE status</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to all of u out there (who are kind enough to read my blog *bashes those who do not*), my internet connection is going to be off for the next 1-2 months.. (sobs and throttles piano the way mel described me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you guys can still (MUST) tag.. i really appreciate u ppl tagging (TAG OR DIE!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh.. i've got a poem for u guyse to read.. its called 'cut' by sylvia plath.. lol quite a nutter she is.. someone told me she harakiri[ed] herself by roasting herself in an oven. sicko, eh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a thrill -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thumb instead of an onion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The top quite gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Except for a sort of hinge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of skin,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A flap like a hat,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dead white.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then that red plush.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little pilgrim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Indian's axed your scalp.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your turkey wattle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carpet rolls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Straight from the heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I step on it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clutching my bottle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of pink fizz. A celebration, this is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of a gap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A million soldiers run,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Redcoats, every one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whose side are they one?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homunculus, I am ill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have taken a pill to kill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The thin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Papery feeling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saboteur,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamikaze man -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stain on your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gauze Ku Klux Klan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babushka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darkens and tarnishes and when&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The balled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pulp of your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confronts its small&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mill of silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How you jump -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trepanned veteran,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dirty girl,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thumb stump. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sylvia Plath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;oh how beautifully sick that was.. sorry for being so sadistic 2dae.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WITH MILK!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;erm.. nvm that.. i think i'd better get back to my lit essay.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO LONG..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[[.dewa~mata.]]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-2043674821392494440?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2043674821392494440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=2043674821392494440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/2043674821392494440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/2043674821392494440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/04/offline-status.html' title='OFFLINE status'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-1741718743614529530</id><published>2007-04-15T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T14:40:29.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PURE???'/><title type='text'>PURE???</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Mind is G Rated&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyouhaveadirtymindquiz/dirty-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is cleaner than a nun's. You're totally pure.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you often don't catch on to how dirty the world really is.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveadirtymindquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Dirty Mind?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wow i did this test.. can YOU believe what it says? (i noe manda wont lol =P)&lt;br /&gt;COUNTDOWN TO SYF : 5 DAYS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-1741718743614529530?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1741718743614529530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=1741718743614529530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/1741718743614529530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/1741718743614529530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/04/pure.html' title='PURE???'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-6534099437172861711</id><published>2007-04-14T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T14:01:21.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bicycle'/><title type='text'>Bicycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i rode my bike to sch 2dae ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not that its a big deal to ride a bike or anything lol.. its just dat ive not ridden a bike since.. lemme think.. primary school?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well.. i thought i would either puncture my bike tyre or not have enough stamina to carry on or maybe the chem remedial started 30mins early or smth lol so i left home at 8.15am (chem remedial starts at 9am).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i reached sch at 8.25am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i just slacked in the lower sec canteen.. (total wastage of 30mins)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh btw mel, i can play 'Fire!' by wada kouji in the piano version so there! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hehehe..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eee.. no inspiration le..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nth to say to u, my dear blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe i'll add smth on later.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pissing everyone off.. everyone pissing me off..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what am i gonna do...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anata kite! anata no kokoro wa anata no koibito no. wakaru desho! demo sa.. anata wa taidu wa honto ni yadayatsu mitai.. watashi no kokoro to kimochi wa anata wakaru no, demo doshite anata itsumo.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iindayo janai!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im going to ignore you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COUNTDOWN TO SYF : 6 DAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-6534099437172861711?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6534099437172861711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=6534099437172861711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/6534099437172861711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/6534099437172861711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/04/bicycle.html' title='Bicycle'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-5420446144087770545</id><published>2007-04-13T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T21:34:52.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atarashii no burogu  =)'/><title type='text'>new blogskin!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Aha! i&lt;/span&gt; changed my blogskin, havent i? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lots of questions there boiling in ur heads to why i changed it from a MONOKURO BOO one to a TANG YU ZHE one? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahaz.. new style mah.. i like this guy =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heheheheheh..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;see his smile? SO cute, right? (with no reference to anyone else, mel and mirul and *someone* if u happen to pass by)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aaaaaanyway..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today was sports day!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha for the first time in my secondary school life, i actually ran in a race. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok i noe wad u guys out there must be thinking..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUT THAT THOUGHT OUTTA UR HEADS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can run lol (even with my parents being skeptical to fact that i actually can run)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so.. i ran in the 4 x 100m relay for secondary girls. (btw, im in yellow house)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i got position no.2, right at the back, (no wonder ppl didnt noe i ran) with chel as no.1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so chel ran 1st, then passed the baton to me, as she said would smack my hand (more like a whack.. it was numb later lol..).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i got the baton and ran like a mad woman, and passed it to jo, who was no.3..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she, in turn, passed the baton to ummu, who ran finished the race lol..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO. guess which position we ended up in?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT THE LAST POSITION, FOR GOD'S SAKE..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we got second! (which was quite good, considering the fact that sharlyn soh from red house was running in the same race as us)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol when all the competitors were to gather on the grass patch in front of the judges's table, ms lee was looking at me like i was nuts lol.. (u should have seen her face when she saw me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was hilarious lol.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well, i got the trophy and brought it home..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my brother went crazy over it lol.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COUNTDOWN TO SYF : 7 DAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHH what are we gonna do??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(freaking out and throttles imaginary person)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're SO not ready..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girls have to bring court shoes this monday..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(just in case any choir members read this post/blog)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dewa mata..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~s o l o n g ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-5420446144087770545?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5420446144087770545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=5420446144087770545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/5420446144087770545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/5420446144087770545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-blogskin.html' title='new blogskin!!!'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-3722892444933517323</id><published>2007-04-11T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T13:00:31.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex education?'/><title type='text'>sex education?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;omg 2dae's lessons were really drab.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;one teacher after another coming in to tell us the same thing over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;then this teacher here (me) was seriously unprepared for her music lesson..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;being a teacher is really difficult! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;its really stressful.. its almost as stressful as conducting a sectional alone lol.. (mel dun worry im not really gonna torture u so relax lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;well, after the music lesson, we had chinese class then bio.. (ahhh i dunno how to do the genetics thingy!! heterozygous? homozygous? phenotype? tasukete!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;after bio, we had this assembly thingy on sex education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ATTENTION!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;lol me, chel &amp; caijun sat at the back of the hall to attend the talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;RUSSELL came and sat down beside us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;he is SUCH an ABLE psychologist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;omg the moment he sat down, he started flirting with chel.. (note the seating arrangement : chel-me-caijun-russell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;omg he was SO CHARMING!! (oh god i cant resist but puke blood into a bucket)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;me n caijun were stuck in the middle of the thingy lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it was an early winter for the both of us lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;well anyway, the speaker started talking abt lots of things that we knew already, abt condoms, spermicide, the works..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he said : all of u were once a sperm! (wonder who said dat lol) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(please.. we've had talks like these every yr)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*drumroll*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;he showed us a video clip on abortion, with all the graphics shown clearly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wow that video was extremely ILLUMINATING lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;like it was only tons of pictures showing : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;GALLONS of blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;SPLATTERED organs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;DECAPITATED heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;CRUSHED limbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;MUMMIFIED foetuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*and the list goes on..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;guess what? i did SO not puke at the sight of those ILLUMINATING pictures..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so much for blood and gore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;after the talk, the teachers made us stay back to listen to announcements not concerning us at all for like at least an hour.. (like my legs were'nt numb by then)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;oh btw, sorry for being such a sarcast in this post.. im pissed lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;well anyway, it was abt the volleyball ppl getting into the national finals.. (omedeto ne! did i mention dat i was from volleyball?? =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;one thing i have to point out : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;killing people is immoral, injust and evil, right? so if that is true, what do humans do to justify themselves by abortion? shouldnt they be punished by law too? mind u.. aborting a baby is the same as killing a person, only the age is different, so why should it be made legal for mothers to kill their babies within 3 months of fertilization? its completely horrendous.. and killing other ppl is bad enough.. wad abt ur own flesh and blood? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;oh gosh this is frigging exasperating.. *im worked up lol.. paiseh..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OMG 9 more days till SYF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;doshite!?! the choir is still not ready!!! ahhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-3722892444933517323?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3722892444933517323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=3722892444933517323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/3722892444933517323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/3722892444933517323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/04/sex-education.html' title='sex education?'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-8208131409089935078</id><published>2007-04-06T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T18:12:56.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMO time..'/><title type='text'>EMO time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahh music lesson 2dae was REALLY draggy.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i went to mel's place for lesson.. (and tortured him)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i taught him MANY things.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;improvisation.. chord progression.. scales.. sight-reading.. sight-singing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blah blah blah...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well anyway, tmr there's study group so.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmm..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ytd, we had a torturous choir practice..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haiz.. whenever my sops sang wrongly, mr yong would look 'daggers' at me and i would practically be scared to death inside lol..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the more he looked at me, the more i edged sideways towards eunice (who was standing beside me ytd)..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i stood SO close to her that natalie (who was standing directly behind me) had to keep asking me to stand further away from eunice because i was blocking her view of mr yong..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cant be helped lol.. i was SO terrified.. then the more terrified i got, the more i thought i was singing wrongly (cos i was standing beside mel), so i had to go and listen to the sops more lol.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway, mel said he got the same treatment too (i think i mentioned it b4 in earlier posts lol).. his [mel's]  exact words were 'super long sword' in reference to the way in which mr yong looked at him lol =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr yong played the recording he took of the choir singing in the vch last sat..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well.. mel says dat it sounded like me and mirul were soloing with the choir as background singers lol.. did it really?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;omg if it did i think i can bury my face in the ground lol..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well anyway, after choir, me, hazel, mirul and zy went on our usual dinners after choir.. at macdonald's, right after wad mr yong said abt not eating heaty stuff..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol.. after eating dinner, we went to popular.. hazel had to get smth, after which we all went to the library to emo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we all talked abt grown-up stuff, depressing stuff (which we NEVER do)..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we left the library at 8.45.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE NAN XUE ZHANG!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-8208131409089935078?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8208131409089935078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=8208131409089935078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/8208131409089935078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/8208131409089935078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/04/emo-time.html' title='EMO time..'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-4738441212047268718</id><published>2007-04-04T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T18:47:02.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lei..'/><title type='text'>tired..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh wad would i do to have a good night's sleep.. haiz.. nowadays i seriously am TOO preoccupied with stuff.. (not the raging hormones thingy, mel) i dont even know half the things im bothered with lol.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe it has to do with choir, maybe my studies, maybe my teaching.. haiz..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol on monday i broke a glass beaker in the bio lab n while i was picking up the glass shards, i cut my hand.. ahhh wad a CLASSIC cut it is lol.. (even cutting thru the finger-thumb tendon thingy.. ow..) aaaanyway.. while i was washing my hand in the basin, SOMEONE poured the sodium hydroxide into the basin, ONTO MY CUT!@! itai yo ne!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tonikaku, my hand didnt stop hurting all the way until after choir..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today is wednesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tmr is thursday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday = choir-day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;therefore..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WITH MILK!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(to anyone who does no know what with milk stands for, its french pronunciation is ole, so.. hehehe..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in any case, i was seriously tired 2dae, even sleeping thru ms lee's lesson (although i have no idea wad happened).. even during bio.. (my most favouritest lesson) i actually couldnt absorb ANYTHING at all! wad's wrong!?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aiyo.. i think i have to go and look for my dear little son-counsellor : weide!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he's really good at counselling lol.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha im SO glad i got over the hormonal rages thingy, it felt SO weird lol.. (i'll bet someone thinks the same too lol)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh no.. my ice-blended chocolate became ice-frozen ROCK!! sheesh.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;posting later.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dewa mata ne! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-4738441212047268718?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4738441212047268718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=4738441212047268718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/4738441212047268718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/4738441212047268718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/04/tired.html' title='tired..'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-3035897901752368508</id><published>2007-03-31T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T19:31:07.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esplanade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today was an extremely emo day for me.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fluctuating hormonal production sia..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the morning, i was incredibly 'high'..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;going to vch for a rehearsal was so fun lol (although i sang until i was hoarse, but dats not important).. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after the rehearsal, me, mel, hazel n amirul went for lunch in BK..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after which, we went to 'play' around esplanade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we then went to meet up with sarah and hazrina who had just finished their flag day.. we stood in the middle of the mrt station to decide on where to go to have fun for a REALLY long time lol..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the end, we decided on going to take a boat ride around clarke quay (which we didnt go in the end.. poor mel)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we went up to esplanade again (seriously emoing by then)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh btw, i downed 4 cans of green tea and 1 Qoo 2dae.. not bad, rite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tonikaku.. when we went home, mel was still asking me abt SOME bet which sarah and haz made (i didnt tell him)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haiyo.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh i must rmb to return sarah her umbrella..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moving house extremely ma fan.. move finish le still have to unpack.. kuang qie i cant find all my things!! zzzt.. zzzt.. zzzt..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well.. muz go eat dinner le.. cya. next time. omoi na~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-3035897901752368508?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3035897901752368508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=3035897901752368508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/3035897901752368508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/3035897901752368508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-was-extremely-emo-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-2284832050321743172</id><published>2007-03-23T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T17:16:29.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20th April..'/><title type='text'>Syf</title><content type='html'>Our SYF is on the 20th of April, 2007!!! ureshii! i can hardly wait lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-2284832050321743172?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2284832050321743172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=2284832050321743172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/2284832050321743172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/2284832050321743172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/03/syf.html' title='Syf'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-6461615782052202362</id><published>2007-03-21T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T18:46:58.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sho ga nai..'/><title type='text'>Can't be helped..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;2dae i went to the sports heats aft sch (i joined of course..) at bukit gombak stadium with chel and jo wearing the my poor skirt torn by the chem lab's test-tube washer's hook. ='(&lt;br /&gt;i joined the 100m dash and the shot put event. shot put wasnt to be tried out 2dae so i went for the 100m only.. when we were lined up at the starting line, we poised to run, then at the sound of the 'gunshot', we started running.&lt;br /&gt;i ran and ran and ended up second! but guess what? there werent anybody else running except for me and the 1st gal (gives a bitter smile =D).. it turned out that the other gals stopped bcos someone had cut into one gal's lane and the whole stadium (exaggeration) had shouted at me and rowena (from class 4A) to stop, but we ran all the way..&lt;br /&gt;*sidetracking a bit..* actually i was scared to lao kui in front of everyone else so i was rather tense.. now, i got to be 2nd, and in the end still lao kui(ed).. ironic right?&lt;br /&gt;tonikaku, after me and rowena's super-sprint, the lower sec gals had their turns to run and at the same time letting us rest. after the lower sec gals ran, we took our positions at the starting line again and poised our bodies to run again.&lt;br /&gt;this time, i ended up second again =) from the back -.-".. rowena had ended up last (i think.. i didnt really see properly) and fell right after she crossed the finish line due to muscle cramps (over-prodution of lactic acid due to excessive anaerobic respiration, which in turn is taken place in the absence of oxygen to produce energy).&lt;br /&gt;actually, before i ran the race the 2nd time, my tummy was also cramped, but it wasnt dat bad.. my thighs were also seriously stiff and tired.. well, i dont think i'll make it into the actual sport's day for da 100m, but there's always a chance =S i ran rather fast (due to chel and jo =P).. well if i dun get in, sho ga nai.. i still have shot put to rely on (dis one i surely get in de.. =P)&lt;br /&gt;well, enough abt sports day heats.. my standard of english is falling like a ten-ton boulder from a cliff-top.. muz really study le.. (especially my italian and french verbs.. =S) abt only 200++ more days till o lvls!!! =O dare wa tasukete watashi yo..&lt;br /&gt;omg ore no kasan bought macadamia chocolate fudge ice-cream!! ahhhh!!! bye =) (btw, to any choir members who read dis, i know ive been telling u guys not to eat any heaty stuff, right? ice-cream is fine, even with fudge n nuts.. see these equations..&lt;br /&gt;fudge + nuts = heaty -----(1)&lt;br /&gt;ice-cream = cooling -----(2)&lt;br /&gt;since&lt;br /&gt;heaty neutralizes cooling&lt;br /&gt;therefore&lt;br /&gt;heaty = cooling&lt;br /&gt;therefore&lt;br /&gt;fudge + nuts = ice-cream. now we have to balance dis eqn..&lt;br /&gt;its balanced already!&lt;br /&gt;therefore, its ok to eat ice-cream like this =P)&lt;br /&gt;kk now.. gtg le&lt;br /&gt;dewa mata!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-6461615782052202362?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6461615782052202362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=6461615782052202362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/6461615782052202362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/6461615782052202362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/03/cant-be-helped.html' title='Can&apos;t be helped..'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-231020724683576756</id><published>2007-03-19T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T22:11:46.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyance..'/><title type='text'>Suzanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;oh for god's sake, im gonna preserve dis person's image (if she has any at all to begin with) so im not gonna say her name, so i'll just call her 'her' and 'she'..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today during choir, she came and then So annoyed me.. i was supposed to be playing the keyboard as an accompaniment for the choir and cos i didnt really have enough hands to flip the page of the score, she offered to help flip it instead of yun ying (my regular, sweet page-flipper). of cos i let her lor.. (how could i not?) so i poised my hands over the keyboard, waiting for the signal coming from moritza telling me to start when she started telling me to crease the sides of my score so that it would be easier for me to flip (im not the one who's supposed to flip so yea..) i was like thinking ' whatever lor.. diao..', then i started playing..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at the last 2 bars of the 1st page, i nodded my head (the sign to turn the page), but she didnt get it. so, i nodded my head harder. she STILL didnt get it. so, i played faster while nodding my head vigorously all the time to attract her attention. then, she told me not to get faster. (like diao, rite?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i got a little pissed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then at the end of the song, she just brushed my hands away and plunked one note down on the keyboard (for dunno wad reason at all).. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then nvm, i played the second song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i didnt need the score for the second song, but she creased the pages of the score and put it in front of me anyway.. well, whatever lor..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after this song, i didnt know how to play the set piece so she said she would try so i let her.. she didnt get the rhythm right, so i said maybe i show her how lor.. i showed her then i went back to my section to sing.. (she got almost all the notes wrong, if i may add..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aiyo.. then we stopped singing after that song and then we had comments for today's practice.. (sec 4s can go to genting too!! ureshii ne!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after choir, we (manda, melsh, jian yu, kenneth, zy, mirul, hazel and me) went to mac to celebrate manda's bdae and to discuss abt da choir stuff..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i started a food fight lol..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well.. u didnt see/hear dat.. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do u think we should have a choir blog?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please tag...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-231020724683576756?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/231020724683576756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=231020724683576756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/231020724683576756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/231020724683576756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/03/suzanna.html' title='Suzanna'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-7989712847007212290</id><published>2007-03-18T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T11:41:38.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my darling electone..'/><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/RfykNYZ_oeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ovFCK9kFFw8/s1600-h/900m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043086232544846306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/RfykNYZ_oeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ovFCK9kFFw8/s320/900m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let me introduce my electone to u guys out there (and gals)!!! its the thing i live and die for =))) this is a picture of the one i have now.. *points left*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh btw, sarah i read ur blog entry on amanda's dazzling playing skills.. im jealous!!! lol when ur free, grab some ppl and come my place.. i wanna play the electone for u to hear =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as i was saying, my electone is the thing i live and die for cos it is simply too fabulous for words! ( i know im fawning over it a bit too much but pls bear with me.. )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the electone has 3 keyboards, the top-most one for the right hand, the 2nd one for the left hand and the last one, the pedals, for the left foot.. the melody of an electone piece is not always played by the right hand or on the 1st keyboard, it can be played by any free-moving limb lolz..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the electone has more than 100 individual solo sounds!! ( utsudeki ne.. )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to learn how to mix and match so that the sound produced when all 3 keyboards are combined is a skill that is really really difficult lol..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's also a rhythm box where u can give the song a real 'kick' (paiseh.. dunno how to really explain this part)..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so, when u mix sounds together, u can get some nice orchestral music, brass band, piano accompaniments, string quartets etc.. there's even a choral ensemble!!! (electone wa daisuki!!!) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahh im swooning as i type.. lol =P &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well.. to play this instrument well, u need to have some musicianship in ur veins (melsh if ur reading this, sit up straight lol..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;giving the audience an impression that the sound produced belongs to the real instrument itself is a really difficult thing to do.. therefore, u have to recognize each of the individual instruments' characteristics.. for expamle, the trumpet. u cant play the sound of the trumpet like the way u play the flute.. the sound comes out all wrong.. (ewww)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh btw to anyone who's reading this, if u wanna learn how to play this instrument, i can teach u =))) im gonna get my teacher's cert soon.. =)))))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol im gonna have a next post on my piano lolz.. ( or maybe not.. i hate the piano lol.. WAIT.. if melsh ur reading this, dont worry, im not shirking my responsiblities in teaching u =P )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im changing my house phone number and address dis saturday so.. if u wanna call me, (or post me smth), u can get da number from me during recess tmr.. i think.. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im having my house-warming in june (after the genting trip) so ppl pls come and *peng chang* ok? hmm.. *peng chang* i dunno how to say in english lol but.. i think its *honour me with ur presence*? lolz..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;signing off now.. havent packed all my stuff yet..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dewa mata!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-7989712847007212290?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7989712847007212290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=7989712847007212290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/7989712847007212290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/7989712847007212290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/03/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rOBJ3h2KTkY/RfykNYZ_oeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ovFCK9kFFw8/s72-c/900m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-3442599597451551625</id><published>2007-03-17T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T22:58:08.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dust mites~'/><title type='text'>incapacity</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ahhh.. watashi no HOMEWORK is unfinished!!! actually is havent even started yet.. =P horrible, aren't i? well, going to start le so anyone who is really erm.. concerned for my studies.. dont worry. i'll start on it ( soon enough )..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the one thing i can't stand is people keep going on about how well they've scored for this exam and that test.. they say things like ' i scored like a 97 for this amaths test, not enough.. a few careless mistakes i could have gotten a 100.. ' oh god i hate these people! lol.. im just a little retarded and slow.. and blur, should i throw the boulder down my well harder? ( yes i should.. and stupid ) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a perfect example of my slowness and blurness was exemplified last thursday after badm when melsh, hazel and zy came to my place to chill. zy and hazel wanted to play bridge which me and melsh did not know how to play so they tried teaching us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;melsh got the gist of it like the first time zy and hazel tried explaining but i was still 'gong' so they repeated and repeated until *someone* got fed up and then we proceeded to the practical part ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that was the slow part of me. 'points up to incomprehensible mass of words above'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now for the blur part..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so its like we have to pick a partner but we're not supposed to know who the partner is except for the partner him/herself.. (sounds confusing i know)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then its like zy picked the 'ace of clubs' as his partner, which coincidentally means me bcos i had dat card in my hand. i was SO 'gong' that i didnt know i was the partner until like around the end of dat game even though he kept going *ace of clubs, my partner be wise* throughout da game.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blur, right? i understand people of high intelligence may consider me to be 'momentarily stunned' by the 'overwhelming force' of learning a new game so its a little 'slippery to grasp'.. *quoted from my brother*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haiz.. this blog is like a sort of medium for me to vent my frustrations lol..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tonikaku, about the genting trip, i do hope that most ppl from my clic will be able to go.. (if i may say so myself) they are simply the choir's elite so if they dont go, it would simply be a sad thing for the choir.. (need i explain more?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minna iko wa ippai!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moving house.. busy.. dust mites everywhere.. horrible..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-3442599597451551625?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3442599597451551625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=3442599597451551625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/3442599597451551625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/3442599597451551625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/03/incapacity.html' title='incapacity'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-7753367425541601790</id><published>2007-03-17T08:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T09:13:55.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genting'/><title type='text'>Pains~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhh... my back hurts.. my head hurts.. my neck hurts.. well, in short, everywhere hurts lol.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ever since playing badm the day before with haze, melsh and zy, my body has been aching ever since! doshite lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ytd during choir practice, mr yong was SO pissed with the choir in the morning he actually asked us all to sit down to warm our voices up by talking.. ( ooooh my poor legs and back ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, after our voices were warmed up, he asked us to sing one song after another.. ( ooooh my poor ruptured diaphragm, lower back and butt muscles )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whenever the sops made a mistake, he just looked daggers at me and i would be thinking,' oh no.. i think i sang too loudly ' or ' die lah.. i zao siah again ' or ' dont look at me , wad did i do now?? '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so.. the more he looked at me, the softer i would sing.. mr yong even had to ask the sops to sing louder in the end lol.. ( its not my fault, right? )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;melsh told me he also got the 'daggers' look from mr yong whenever his tenors sing wrongly.. poor guy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, abt the last two pages of Everyone Sang, mr yong said that the difference between a Gold and a Silver, a Silver and a Bronze, lies there and the sops is the crucial factor to our results.. well, i tried singing louder there and used head voice ( tongue against hard palate for those who do not know vocal training ) for the whole two pages. in the end, mr yong just gave me a 'swords' look ( recognize the promotion from 'daggers' to 'swords'? ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the end, i sang softer and softer until jun yong ( who was standing beside me ytd ) could only hear air coming from me.. i wish mr yong would'nt do that... haiz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tonikaku, the choir is going to genting for a choral competition in june! ( with milk! o.O ) my parents have allowed me to go ( ureshii! domo ne, otosan to okasan! ), but sec 4s have isp (internet safety program XD ) in june, so maybe i cant go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if the sec4s don't go for the competition, there's no point for the choir to go there.. it will only be an embarrassment for ourselves and singapore when we open our mouths ( if i may say so myself =P ), therefore, its either we go without the isp or the choir doesnt go at all and its dat simple.. personally, i think the chances of the choir going is 80 : 20 so.. hehehe.. wait, i'll rant a bit : demo ano yadayatsu iko wa nai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amirul says that maybe he can go if the school allows =) ( ureshii yo! ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha im gonna sign off now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( i wanna go genting!!! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dewa mata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-7753367425541601790?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7753367425541601790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=7753367425541601790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/7753367425541601790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/7753367425541601790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/03/pains_8572.html' title='Pains~'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-8788404326460788743</id><published>2007-03-16T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T12:30:02.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-consciousness'/><title type='text'>Paranoia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;when im really pissed or like.. really wanna say smth, but i dun want ppl to noe, i'll type in romaji so jap-lovers, if i get da tenses wrong or smth, pls tell me ok? ( when i get a chatbox, dat is )&lt;br /&gt;here goes...&lt;br /&gt;yadayatsu! anata wa nani shiteru dayo? ima wa honto ni warkari watashi no kimochi? omae wa zenzen baka darou! jinsei no ki do ai raku wa nani? kono wa nai!&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.. im appeased. i think. lolz..&lt;br /&gt;well, its like 10.30pm now.. my parents wanna sleep so i gotta sign off.. im gonna continue tmr hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;till then, sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-8788404326460788743?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8788404326460788743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=8788404326460788743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/8788404326460788743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/8788404326460788743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/03/paranoia.html' title='Paranoia'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14921019.post-9143378933847087870</id><published>2007-03-16T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T16:46:51.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the first ever.. ( well maybe not =X )'/><title type='text'>Newbie..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Monokuro Boo wa Daisuki!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hahaz lol this is my newly created blog ( after melsh telling me today to create one )...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm tired of looking at other people's blogs so im creating one now =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, hajimemashite!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Thanks lotsa for coming to visit, please post!!! ( when i get a chatbox =P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14921019-9143378933847087870?l=shimmeringreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/feeds/9143378933847087870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14921019&amp;postID=9143378933847087870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/9143378933847087870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14921019/posts/default/9143378933847087870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmeringreality.blogspot.com/2007/03/monokuro-boo-wa-daisuki-hahaz-lol-this.html' title='Newbie..'/><author><name>ulteyejx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03198363790521732648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaBQrXR-s-k/TZch5IYIuxI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFF_SYZSIPY/s220/Jiaxuan%2Bin%2Ba%2BBridal%2BKimono%2521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
