<?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-8258043</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:46:27.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the stars above</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-4295890227720970941</id><published>2007-08-31T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T16:58:32.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;do i really not look singaporean? oon kee thought i wasn't singaporean when she first saw me. and today some nepalese waiter told me i don't look singaporean. he said i look like a japanese or korean. and now robyn says i look a bit like a vietnamese. OMG. does it get any stranger?! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT OTHER NATIONALITY I LOOK LIKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everywhere was too damn crowded for a friday afternoon/evening. and i saw so many ex-classmates. bonnie, at suntec (didn't say hi), debrah, at the central (she saw me and said hi actually), ping zhen, somewhere around the central (didn't say hi either) and fidelis, also somewhere around the central (said hi and talked for a bit) and then weisheng, at clarke quay mrt station (said hi and took the same train), who was as drunk as a lord.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-4295890227720970941?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/4295890227720970941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=4295890227720970941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/4295890227720970941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/4295890227720970941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-i-really-not-look-singaporean-oon.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-7879488315687116720</id><published>2007-08-27T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T13:24:41.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;ratatouille ratatouille ratatouille ratatouille ratatouille ratatouille ratatouille ratatouille ratatouille ratatouille . haha. the rat's so cute. but all the rats were acting strange cause they were french rats with american accents. well... non-french accents. haha. and the animation is so goooddd. but must say that the storyline was quite cliched and the ending was kinda predictable. especially the part about the anton ego. but i shall not spoil it any more for people who haven't watched it yet, and who are planning to watch it. in all, worth watching especially if you could use a laugh and some entertainment. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103246757901715362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RtJf413lR6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/4wZmfWtOt2E/s400/remy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing AT ALL like the rat at the soyabean place. hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-7879488315687116720?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/7879488315687116720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=7879488315687116720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/7879488315687116720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/7879488315687116720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/08/ratatouille-ratatouille-ratatouille.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RtJf413lR6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/4wZmfWtOt2E/s72-c/remy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-7192463881127022951</id><published>2007-08-24T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T13:20:56.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week's been pretty quiet. and it passed quite fast. nothing much happened. except that i found out that i'm phoebe's brand new... no... newest sidekick. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she invited me to watch a play at her church with her as a replacement for someone (thanks. i really feel very wanted and like a TRUE sidekick) who couldn't make it about charles wesley. he was "one of christendom's most outstanding poets... many of which were set to music for use as hymns..." (quoted directly from the programme). he and his brother john are best remembered as the founders of methodism because they led a small group of students (who called themselves the Holy Club)from Christ Church College of Oxford University where charles studied. they were later called the "methodists" because of "their methodical concern for the daily routine of living, study and social service". basically it was a mini biography and the church invited the group to put up the play because it's his three hundredth birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite good. a musical drama (the first time i've heard of such a term) and there was only one actor who is a professional baritone singer. his voice was SO low. and nice. haha. the play was interesting. a bit hard to understand because he was speaking quite fast and using eighteenth century english. but it came with just the right amount of drama, humour and captivating moments. in all, a pretty interesting play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and it was interactive too. hahaha. the audience was asked to play a group of drunken sailors in a tavern charles wesley preached in. and the lyrics they originally used was not at all meaningful, so charles wesley changed it and taught it to the sailors the following night. and the audience was supposed to sing the lyrics to the tune of "here we go round the mulberry bush".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll leave it to &lt;a href="http://rockitpal.blogspot.com/"&gt;phoebe&lt;/a&gt; to fill you in on what happened before the play when we were waiting for her friends to come. hahaha. i feel mean and like an evil scheming person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still no reply from monash or usyd or anything. i made up my mind that i'm gonna apply to university of edinbrugh, sheffield, imperial college and either oxford or cambridge for next year entry to medicine. and that i'm gonna try writing to a hospital to see if i can shadow a doctor. or volunteer there. and i still haven't done it. i'm procrastinating. BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO WRITE THOSE EMAILS NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-7192463881127022951?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/7192463881127022951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=7192463881127022951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/7192463881127022951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/7192463881127022951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-weeks-been-pretty-quiet.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-5569202347005224622</id><published>2007-08-18T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T01:44:42.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;phoebe you mei and i made strawberry cheesecake muffins today for edwin's b'day celebrations tmr. and for his b'day gift. in addition to the chocolate chocolate chip nut muffins i made yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099724657085728434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RsXcjl3lRrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FwDItSOKPL8/s400/chocolate+muffins.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i went down to PS after music today to get a box for the muffins. the meeting was a huge fiasco. you mei and phoebe were supposed to meet at serangoon mrt and take a bus together here. but since i was down at ps i thought i'd ask them to wait and then go back together. so i messaged you mei to ask them to wait for me. so she did so at the platform. with phoebe presumably waiting upstairs at the psc. but phoebe's phone was turned off so we couldn't contact her when i arrived and we had waited for some time. we thought she had gotten abducted by another ang moh cheekopek or some indian cheekopek cause apparently she met one at the station today. so we waited and waited but she didn't turn up. so i called home to ask if she was there. but NOPE. so i told robilyn to call me if she did turn up. and we waited some more. and then robilyn called to say phoebe had reached home. apparently her phone battery had died and she had gone up to take a bus home. while we were waiting all the time for her at the station -.-and she couldn't remember either of our numbers so she couldn't contact us either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway we went back and baked strawberry cheesecake muffins! i think we put too much jam and too little cheese though. can hardly taste the cheese. and it's mostly lumped together. the first layer if the muffin batter followed by cheese and jam and topped off by muffin batter again. and when we put them into the oven some of the jam overflowed and burst through the top layer of muffin. they looked like they were bleeding. but still it was nice for a first attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099724661380695746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RsXcj13lRsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AZrKqSCvBFQ/s400/strawberrycheesecake+muffins.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099726512511600338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RsXePl3lRtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1-4eZ-2-rko/s400/HUNGRY+GHOSTS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;must remember to take a picture of the gift tmr before we give it to edwin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my poor b2... no banana chocolate chip muffins for him): only chocolate chocolate chip nut muffins and strawberry cheesecake muffins. i hope he doesn't mind. heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-5569202347005224622?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/5569202347005224622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=5569202347005224622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/5569202347005224622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/5569202347005224622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/08/phoebe-you-mei-and-i-made-strawberry.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RsXcjl3lRrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FwDItSOKPL8/s72-c/chocolate+muffins.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-1186718374495297327</id><published>2007-08-15T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T15:39:03.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;went to jb yesterday. and spent three quarters of my day waiting. and the other one quarter eating, travelling and... nothing else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had to go into jb yesterday because mom had to renew her passport, which was going to expire in three days (from yesterday). we went to the immigration building, and i waited for mom to get her picture taken, to fill in the forms and to pay for the new passport. then both of us waited for 45 minutes for them to proccess the passport. we were done by about 12 and we went back for lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we went to visit the elder grandaunt. i suggest you skip to near the end unless you have nothing better to do than read this complicated part of my entry. we brought my younger grandaunt from singapore in to visit her elder brother (my granddad) and her elder sister (the elder grandaunt). and hence begins my story of my family tree. the elder grandaunt is 95 this year and isn't very mobile. and she sees things. so it's not been a very good time for her family members who are looking after her. she has about 13 children (i think), but the responsibility of looking after her has been taken on by her eldest daughter who is now suffering from high blood pressure. lucky for her, she has (i'm not sure how many) children who share in the responsibility. yesterday we went to visit her and she saw quite a few &lt;em&gt;creatures&lt;/em&gt; around the house on a few occasions. from snakes to cockrels, she saw them all. it's quite sad, but i guess it all comes with growing old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then her eldest son came to visit just as we were about to leave, so we sat there for another about half an hour to chat. the eldest son is 80. 5 years younger than his uncle, my granddad, who is 85 and 6 years older than his aunt, who is my younger grandaunt who is 79. which messes up my sense of perspective quite a bit. which also means that while her mother was pregnant with my younger grandaunt, my elder grandaunt was pregnant (at 16) with her first son. and that's not it. the eldest son has a daughter who married an old swedish guy, who gave her up to his son because he felt that they would be happier together. and this cousin of mine, who is now married to a young swedish guy has a daughter, whose father is... i'm not sure who. i THINK it's the old swedish guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i met all of them yesterday, and i must say... it was quite entertaining trying to figure out who was whose aunt, uncle, cousin and so on. please... you would find it entertaining too if you had nothing to do except listen to the elder grandaunt's droning voice talking non-stop in cantonese for the whole afternoon. at least she's still quite lucid on her 'good' days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i shall attempt to draw a family tree. i think i'd need a piece of a3 or a2 paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh right and on monday mom tried to make muffins with her cupcake recipe by adding extra baking powder. didn't succeed at all. though the taste of the cupcakes was no different from the normal cupcakes. so it was quite good though more airy and lighter than normal. i thought they were going to burst in the oven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098828161444544578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RsKtMrWpAEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JgMBwcouLP8/s400/muffin+cupcakes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I'M OFFICIALLY ADDICTED TO FRUITIPS(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-1186718374495297327?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/1186718374495297327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=1186718374495297327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/1186718374495297327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/1186718374495297327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/08/went-to-jb-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RsKtMrWpAEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JgMBwcouLP8/s72-c/muffin+cupcakes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-5786773494691211213</id><published>2007-08-12T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T23:30:27.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha omg. out of boredom i was doing blogthings again... and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097836616704655410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/Rr8nZLWpADI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dNwHCuAwOqc/s400/pizza.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the last part is so true. HAHA(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-5786773494691211213?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/5786773494691211213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=5786773494691211213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/5786773494691211213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/5786773494691211213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/08/haha-omg_12.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/Rr8nZLWpADI/AAAAAAAAAEs/dNwHCuAwOqc/s72-c/pizza.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-9195105072922743477</id><published>2007-08-10T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T10:48:05.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BELATED NATIONAL DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. sorry about the 'belated' part. haha was busy entertaining phoebe who over here for a sleepover and to watch the parade on tv. and she says i sound like a bimbo on my blog. OMG. POO. anyway let me recount the things we did. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she came over at about 5. and we watched the parade from 6 to 8.20. in the comfort of home, while some others went down to squeeze with the crowd and get sticky with sweat and all. heh. eww. but i think it was just as good on tv. then we had dinner. mom's chicken pie, plus mashed potato, and chicken wings. YES AND PHOEBE'S PEANUT AND LOTUS ROOT SOUP. haha. and then we watched troy and then raise your voice. and then we took pictures (please refer to &lt;a href="http://rockitpal.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PHOEBE'S BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) and finally went to sleep at like 3.30. and i woke up at 7.42 today to drive mom and bernard to the mrt station. and i was totally stoned. i cut into the path of a motorcycle and like mom was almost screaming hysterically. and we went to eat roti prata. we watched the prince and me 2 and had spaghetti for lunch and then watched just married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun! too bad the other girls didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think phoebe's blog will provide you with more of the gory details, so please, go to &lt;a href="http://rockitpal.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PHOEBE'S BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-9195105072922743477?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/9195105072922743477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=9195105072922743477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/9195105072922743477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/9195105072922743477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-belated-national-day-heh.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-3315407048172276158</id><published>2007-08-09T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:46:18.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so accomplished. haha. today i:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. practiced piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. did some crafting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. experimented with jewellery making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. cleaned part of the garden which included fishing out the stupid bamboo leaves from the water feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. organised a sleepover for tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. watched a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. finally talked to b2((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-3315407048172276158?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/3315407048172276158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=3315407048172276158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/3315407048172276158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/3315407048172276158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-feel-so-accomplished.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-5655495550243500298</id><published>2007-08-07T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T00:22:00.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha omg i dropped a piece of watermelon into my soup today. looks like my streak of messing up at the dinner table isn't quite over yet. well at least today wasn't as bad as yesterday. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went... not bad. actif chem marketing DID call me back. and said that we'd have to pay cash for the chlorine when they delivered it. now, THAT makes sense since dad didn't make out the cheque to the correct account name the previous time and refused to even after they called to remind him a few times (i have no idea why).  the horrible english woman called me back and thankfully i could understand her even though i had just gotten up and was still semi-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had piano. mozart's coming along just fine. but the puppets' dance is becoming more and more irritating. usually it gets less irritating the more you play cause you play more fluently and press fewer wrong notes and thus sounds nicer and is less irritating. but the puppets' dance is just... UGH. then went down to ps to get some stuff from spotlight. yay. i ACTUALLY went down and i ACTUALLY got stuff to do! and tmr i won't be that bored. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to think of something better to occupy my time now that i'm not going to the us anymore. hrms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M SAYING THIS BUT I CAN'T WAIT FOR SCHOOL TO START.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-5655495550243500298?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/5655495550243500298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=5655495550243500298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/5655495550243500298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/5655495550243500298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/08/haha-omg-i-dropped-piece-of-watermelon.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-4575975027346696942</id><published>2007-08-06T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:36:43.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know what was wrong with me today. i kept dropping my food from my chopsticks during dinner. my place was a huge mess by the time i had finished eating. and i had to use a few pieces of tissue to mop up the mess a bit so wiping the table wouldn't be that difficult. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't do much today. liyana couldn't make it out so i stayed at home and was online for almost the whole day. not good. my eyes are going beserk, but then again what else is there to do... actually i'm wondering why there is still internet connection today. the previous contract expired yesterday and the new one takes 48 hours to set up, so by right there should be no internet connection till tuesday night. but then again, it's a good thing so i shouldn't be complaining. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. and i got my isat scores. i can't remember the exact scores my for my critical reasoning i was at the 90th percentile, for my quantitative reasoning i was at the 71st percentile and for my overall reasoning i was at the 82nd percentile. i think my quantitative reasoning score was shit. i don't know exactly how to compare my scores, like if it's good enough to get into monash. i guess now it's just waiting for an offer from them. oh, the anxiety):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right. and i called actif chem marketing today. omg. the staff's english is so horrible. and she totally didn't know how to answer a phone call enquiry. anyway i ordered the chlorine. the woman then asked if i wanted it delivered or if i'd be picking it up myself. so i said can they please deliver. then HAH. she said that they don't deliver because i only ordered one drum. hahaha. then why ask if i wanted them to deliver in the first place. omg. haha. so she said she'll check and call me back. but she hasn't i wonder if she'll call back tmr or if i'll have to call them again. somehow i think i'll be the one calling them. which is so stupid cause if they were really interested they'd actually call back instead of making the customer call back... ugh. what has become of customer service nowadays?! no scratch that. what has become of common courtesy. don't even get me started on what the borders staff told robyn that day of the hp realease. or what ms wong told me when i called to check on the timing for college day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i feel bad for not helping that lady outside wheelock yesterday. ok i resolve that from now on if i see anything like that again i'll go help the poor person. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... darn it i'm having piano tmr and i haven't practiced for a few days. DIE. i still hate the puppets' dance):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr i shall get up early to practice. and then i'll have piano. and then i'll go to spotlight to get stuff for crafts. then i shall come back. then i shall do my crafts. yay. haha. or maybe i'll paint tmr. or wednesday. haha. yep. and i shall find time to bring the dog out for a walk around. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i doubt that plan will work. especially the part where i have to get up early. HEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-4575975027346696942?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/4575975027346696942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=4575975027346696942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/4575975027346696942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/4575975027346696942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-know-what-was-wrong-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-2367383535185679773</id><published>2007-08-05T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T00:57:01.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>phoebe you lucky lucky lucky girl. obs. i wish i could have gone. hahaha. oh well i guess i had that chance in sec 3. was longer, could do more stuff , funner. haha. maybe not for you but it was a real good experience for me. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jb today and I FEEL LIKE A PIG. we had laksa for lunch cooked by my grandma's maid and then we just sat in the house and talked. thank goodness i had stuff to occupy myself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i have nothing else to say. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-2367383535185679773?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/2367383535185679773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=2367383535185679773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/2367383535185679773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/2367383535185679773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/08/phoebe-you-lucky-lucky-lucky-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-3129500345565441883</id><published>2007-08-04T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T01:33:08.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from alone at the cathay with mayee, clare and joyce. it was... interesting. joyce was squishing my arm so hard it was actually painful during and after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically it was about one half of a siamese twin who was separated from her sister when they were (i suppose - the show did not make it very clear) in their teens. one twin was dead and they other had emigrated from thailand to korea. and when she got called back because her mom had a stroke, she started seeing things when she stayed in her childhood home. i shall not go any further because one, the plot becomes pretty complicated after this and two, because you should go watch it. HAHA. well it was quite good to provide some entertainment and scares, but not particularly if you don't REALLY want to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the pre departure meeting with the sju people before that. it was... informative. if i was ACTUALLY CONFIRMED to be going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ZACHARY CHENG CANCELLED MY PIANO LESSON AGAIN. I WISH I HAD SOME LEGAL WAY TO KILL HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that it was a pretty uneventful day. watched prison break and TRIED to sort out the rest of the dvds. i figured that michael scofield must be really good at thinking on his feet or just plain (REALLY) lucky. it's pretty unbelieveable that he still survives after 1. having his toes cut off, 2. being burnt, 3. going through one failed attempt at escape and oh, all the underhanded stuff he had to go through to get to this stage of his escape. and AND. his brother is STILL ALIVE. he must have been born under a REALLY REALLY lucky star. haha. okay i'm not really talking about anything of substance so i should just shut up and go and sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-3129500345565441883?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/3129500345565441883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=3129500345565441883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/3129500345565441883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/3129500345565441883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-came-back-from-alone-at-cathay.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-1917254565689325636</id><published>2007-08-03T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T01:15:12.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a good day. piano practice was good. actually managed to learn quite a bit of the stupid puppets' dance piece. but the other mozart one was quite screwed up. the piano sounded off. lunch was good. haven't had hm for a looooongggggg time. so yeah, the sinfulness of the hm wasn't reall there. haha. brownies were nice. yay. but the sinful part came when robyn and i had gelato with a waffle. omg. i felt like a pig after. and i also felt like throwing up all that i had eaten. came back and walked the dog. haha. he couldn't keep up with me on my bike. hahaha. helped pluck a papaya from the tree and we had home-grown papaya after dinner. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, a good day for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yay b2's back in civilisation(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-1917254565689325636?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/1917254565689325636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=1917254565689325636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/1917254565689325636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/1917254565689325636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-was-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-4474926092388987248</id><published>2007-08-02T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T01:05:24.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another boring day. another day where i wasted my time away at home. why are people free and want to arrange everything on the same days. or is it just me? omg. since i have nothing else to do, let me tell you what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday, mayee and i made plans to meet up with joyce to pass her her b'day present. we planned it on friday. and it fit perfectly cause i have the sju pre-departure meeting on friday at the cathay. and then she asked if i wanted to go watch alone with her, joyce and clare on thursday. so i said okay. then we can just cancel thursday's meeting and pass joyce her gift on thursday. then yesterday, robyn messaged me, she asked me if i was free on thursday to bake brownies for her. and i replied and said that i would be if she was baking for me. and she didn't reply. meanwhile, liyana came online to ask me about linear algebra and if i wanted to go with her to get her school bag tmr at bugis. i said i had to check first, because robyn had asked me about baking brownies first. she said, okay but not too late cause she has an exemption test tmr and doesn't want to sleep too late. so i messaged robyn and asked her tmr how? she said a few other things... but the important point is that she said she'll tell me before 0000. which was not good, cause i had to inform liyana in case she wanted to make other plans. but at that point, i was quite pissed off at robyn's indifference so instead, i called ryan and asked him to call her to confirm. so he did. and she said that she'll tell him before 2230. and that she's lazy to come over because she doesn't have the car. but ANYWAY, she didn't confirm till 2300(so much for punctuality and consideration.) meanwhile, mayee, joyce and clare changed the movie to friday since clare has a test on firday and can't stay out late on thursday night. i thought, that's fine, since i can just wait at the cathay for them. so i had to tell liyana, sorry but i cant go out with you tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what i mean when i say everyone tries to arrange everything on the same days? ugh. maybe it IS me. POO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what, or more like who, pissed me off the most, though, was robyn. first of all, i TOLD her that if she wasn't coming over that i'd have other plans. and she still said she'll tell me by 12?! what, does she think that other people don't have to make plans? omg. second of all, she's lazy to come over because she doesn't have the car?! what the fuck?! that is one of the stupidest excuses i've heard. and if that's her deciding factor, i say, you are being way inconsiderate, and it's really idiotic to take your time to decide just because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish she'd realise what's happening to our friendship (robyn, ryan and i) and not be so indifferent about it. ryan and i have been acting indifferent to her for like more than a month already. and it seems she's feeling it. finally. but not enough. i really don't get it. if she doesn't care about it, then why the hell should i be scurrying around trying to arrange things so that we can actually meet up and thus ensure that our friendship is still intact. yes, i knew that i said we have to make an effort before, but i'm just so tired of trying. why can't she do it for a change? why do ryan and i always have to be the ones trying to get her to meet up with us? why do ryan and i have to be the ones fretting over this friendship? why do ryan and i have to be the ones who are asking about her when she doesn't even seem to care about us and how we're doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so fucking tired of all this shit. and yet when i try not to care i can't. why. do other people actually experience this, or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my b2. i want to talk to my b2. where are you b2):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-4474926092388987248?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/4474926092388987248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=4474926092388987248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/4474926092388987248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/4474926092388987248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-boring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-5585472909943478118</id><published>2007-08-01T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T16:06:41.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have i mentioned how much i hate the puppets' dance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-5585472909943478118?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/5585472909943478118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=5585472909943478118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/5585472909943478118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/5585472909943478118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/08/have-i-mentioned-how-much-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-4592366106743996556</id><published>2007-08-01T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T01:00:35.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was boring. again. like yesterday. woke up late, ate went online, watched memoirs of a geisha, returned my library books then to buy ryan's pants from g2000 at bishan. I SWEAR, PUBLIC TRANSPORT HATES ME. I MISSED ALL THE BUSES I HAD TO TAKE TODAY. came back, showered, ate (again) watched more tv. and here i am. oh and i went to pick bernard from the bus stop too (like that made my day any much more interesting). i PLANNED to sleep early tonight, but apparently i found some stuff to do. like post college day pics. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093403811023224802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/Rq9nx7Wo_-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/l5Op0r5v5LE/s400/collegeday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093405241247334418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/Rq9pFLWpABI/AAAAAAAAAEc/knFbAfdHXQI/s400/collegeday+sailors.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sailors (: sorry, teresa's missing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093406521147588642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/Rq9qPrWpACI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aWqeNNJ5PvE/s400/IMG_1628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm NOT tall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093402436633690034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/Rq9mh7Wo_7I/AAAAAAAAADs/FAhIpj3_p3g/s400/IMG_1632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093402440928657346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/Rq9miLWo_8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/2xymPQ3WXpg/s400/IMG_1633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yay. my room's air conditioner is working again and thus i'm back upstairs in my room instead of the guest room. haha. no more fear of fisherpeople neighbours peeking over the wall to spy on me. and now my dog can't start sniffing the air in the room from the open door. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a goal for tmr. or i'll just waste another day away at home. again. okay. tmr i shall learn my exam piece. the puppet's dance. and and and. i shall check out the uk unis and utas. and perhaps, the isat results. if i can actually be bothered. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my phone's still quiet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;halfway through. almost done(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-4592366106743996556?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/4592366106743996556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=4592366106743996556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/4592366106743996556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/4592366106743996556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-was-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/Rq9nx7Wo_-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/l5Op0r5v5LE/s72-c/collegeday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-7844110633441523380</id><published>2007-07-30T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T00:22:51.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to get joyce's tamagotchi today. omg. i felt so out of place walking around the toy department while waiting for mayee to come. and as i've said, i can't imagine why a 19 year old girl would want a tamagotchi. anyway , we made plans to meet up on thurday and friday to watch a movie and celebrate joyce's belated birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back by about 2 and spent the afternoon transferring songs from the pc to the laptop so i can sync my ipod and actually listen to some other songs. thousand plus songs. omg. and organised some folders on the laptop too. then went outside for a while, ate dinner and watched tv. my day was incredibly interesing, wasn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least desperate housewives was rather interesting. "gossip", it was called. pretty funny. quite entertaining. heard the following quote at the end of the show: ... &lt;em&gt;How do we protect ourselves from the venomous sting of such idle gossip? The best way is to just tell the truth... and wait for people to start talking about someone else.&lt;/em&gt; hahah that is so, so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahh. tmr liayna and oon kee have their tests for math. GOOD LUCK PEOPLE(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you mei is going off to orientation camp on wednesday through to i dunno when, and starting school next monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phoebe is having obs from wednesday to friday. lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cindy is probably working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan is schooling. and not sick anymore. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;robyn is... i dunno what she's doing. but she's probably not free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahh. i'm so sad. everyone's doing stuff and i'm just wandering through life aimlessly. and waiting for the stupid unis to reply me regarding my applications. and the worst thing is that i have no idea which uni i'm going to. i'm not satisfied with my back up plan of going to sju because that'd just mean i've wasted two years of my life doing the a levels. i want to do medicine or physiotherapy in australia, where i can actually say that i've used my a level grades to gain entry into that course. OMG HELP ME. i need to have some sort of goal or i won't get through tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone has been unusually quiet today): and it's gonna stay that way for another three days. POO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need a goal for each of the next three days or i mightn't get through them. oh wait. i don't have much of a choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-7844110633441523380?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/7844110633441523380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=7844110633441523380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/7844110633441523380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/7844110633441523380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/07/went-to-get-joyces-tamagotchi-today.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-3082603526776903693</id><published>2007-07-28T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:42:10.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i was in school at 0830 today. for the stupid rehearsals. which were so unproductive. well okay we learnt the cues to go get our prizes, but we only went through the walking and stuff like twice. for like 6 hours. the rest of the time was spent waiting. OMG. so there were three of us there at 0830. me, sarah leong (student of the year) and joseph ng (valedictorian). and i was the odd one out cause it seemed like the other two knew each other pretty well. so anyway we rehearsed from like 15 mins out of 1 and 1/4 hours till 10 when they let us off for lunch. so the three of us ordered macs in. cause me and sarah had to be in school at 11 when our teachers came to rehearse our citations with us. OMG WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THEM, THEY COULD HAVE ASKED US TO REPORT AT LIKE 11 or 1130 AND THEN REHEARSED WITH US THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then at 12 we went to the lt and i met up with liyana, you mei, phoebe, wl and cindy. then listened to the briefing and all and then finally (punctually too) the ceremony started at 2. had to run around quite a bit cause had like three awards. and sarah had 5 omg. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was quite alright, except for the fact that i had to stand there smiling like an idiot while mr aidil read my citation. THANK YOU PHOEBE AND WHOEVER ELSE WAS MAKING FUNNY FACES AT ME OR I WOULD HAVE JUST STOPPED SMILING. HAHAHA. and i was carrying the challenge trophy and it was so awkward. haha. then i went to the back opposite perkafe to get the plaques and certs and ms choy called me clauda. omg. well not really. she asked me to check my certs in case they misspelt my name as clauda. but still. then she asked me if i was still training with the nat squad and i was like "errr. noo. im going overseas so i stopped" sheepishly. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went down for the reception. and some random indian dad came up to me to congratulate me for being sportswoman of the year. liayna and you mei were so stunned they just stared and were like "WHO'S THAT?" and i had no idea. heh. yup. and caught up with the sailing people. chenxi thought i was anorexic (wtf). and some teachers. and omg xie lao shi gave me and you mei some "life lessons". like omg. i shouldn't be hearing this from you, lao shi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup and came back and my feet were aching from standing on heels for the whole day ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND PHOEBE, YOU MEI, LIYANA, OON KEE AND CINDY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE CARD, I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH(: (thank goodness it wasn't a huge banner, or i'd probably have hated you for it. heh. no la, joking. how could i hate such darling friends.) I'M SO PROUD OF YOU AND TO HAVE FRIENDS LIKE YOU IS SUCH A BLESSING(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos will have to come later cause my mom's camera had no more memory space and anyway she was taking mainly videos. so that'll mean i have to get the photos from mr tee. which means that they'll come later. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-3082603526776903693?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/3082603526776903693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=3082603526776903693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/3082603526776903693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/3082603526776903693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-i-was-in-school-at-0830-today.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-2763834817457094116</id><published>2007-07-27T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T14:35:20.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you mei, phoebe and i had a pirates movie marathon yesterday. mainly because you mei wanted to watch orlando bloom in action... i'm pretty sure he can't compare to her darling professor snape though. HEH. we only managed the first two, so they're coming over again on monday to finish the third one. i think. hrms. and let's not talk about what pissed me off so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with mayee for subway breakfast today. was fun! haha. swopped b'day gifts and discussed what we should get joyce for her b'day. we ACTUALLY called her mom to ask if we could get her a hamster. OMG. haha. but her mom said that it'll end up on the menu if we got her a hamster. so we decided to get her a tamagotchi probably. why a 19 year old girl would want that is beyond my understanding. then we went to takashimaya to get some nonya kueh for mayee's boss. and i ended up spending 99 bucks on clothes from mango ): but they were nice, so(: hahaha. eh. for college day okay. so you see, my spending is actually quite justified. and anyway i need and will use the clothes. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091758263023239058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RqmPKbWo_5I/AAAAAAAAADc/LOij4SZzJ84/s400/which+one.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;college day tmr. i have to be there at 0830 apparently. TOO DAMN EARLY.and i shall beware of chenxi. haha. not like he can get anything out of me anyway. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-2763834817457094116?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/2763834817457094116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=2763834817457094116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/2763834817457094116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/2763834817457094116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-mei-phoebe-and-i-had-pirates-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RqmPKbWo_5I/AAAAAAAAADc/LOij4SZzJ84/s72-c/which+one.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-4847419275113172483</id><published>2007-07-23T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T14:09:53.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hpdh was so niceeee. hahaha. but the last part about the '19 years later' spoilt it a bit. but still... WOW. that was such a good ending to a good story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and. i love the front cover of the uk adult version. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090270563661315970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RqRGG7Wo_4I/AAAAAAAAADU/uSb7tBuqX0g/s400/hpdh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-4847419275113172483?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/4847419275113172483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=4847419275113172483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/4847419275113172483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/4847419275113172483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/07/omg-hpdh-was-so-niceeee.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RqRGG7Wo_4I/AAAAAAAAADU/uSb7tBuqX0g/s72-c/hpdh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-2511036913109610985</id><published>2007-07-20T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:35:37.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hp was alright. too much detail cut out, i think. and i guess that's the general opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been watching prison break. omg so... INTERESTING. hahaha. in all sense of the word. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for ISAT today. was crazy. 100 questions in 3 hours. might sound like a lot, but seriously, given those questions it's not. well at least could finish, even if wasn't sure of ALL my answers. heh.&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/8258043-2511036913109610985?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/2511036913109610985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=2511036913109610985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/2511036913109610985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/2511036913109610985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/07/hp-was-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-4134286255892741302</id><published>2007-07-14T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T19:38:38.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont' know if i'm looking forward to the class outing tmr or not... hrms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay yay yay meeting up with classmates(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO what classmates'll tease me about):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay yay yay hp(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-4134286255892741302?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/4134286255892741302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=4134286255892741302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/4134286255892741302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/4134286255892741302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-know-if-im-looking-forward-to.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-2519127169938092009</id><published>2007-07-12T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:20:01.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new (puma) bag(: and the hate/love tee. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with phoebe, you mei and liyana today to bugis. mainly to get you mei's school bag. and MY SLIPPERS. but i didn't get my slippers. which is so stupid because it was the main reason i wanted to go out. haha. but oh well. the bag and tee made up for it i guess. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still want my slippers): haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes. they still teased me incessantly):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evil phoebe):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, i do NOT blog mysteriously. POO. and what is this?! i don't get the freedom of speech to put whatever i want to up on my blog?! RAHH):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-2519127169938092009?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/2519127169938092009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=2519127169938092009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/2519127169938092009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/2519127169938092009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-puma-bag-and-hatelove-tee.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-8561212242567586201</id><published>2007-07-09T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T01:07:51.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you told me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy i guess(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-8561212242567586201?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/8561212242567586201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=8561212242567586201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/8561212242567586201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/8561212242567586201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-told-me-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-8050942020844463197</id><published>2007-07-05T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T17:31:40.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>banana cookies banana cookies banana cookies! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banana cookies in the oven:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083638918001428754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/Roy2qWHTiRI/AAAAAAAAABs/TjXLaU77PXY/s400/oven.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banana cookies fresh out of the oven:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083640640283314466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/Roy4OmHTiSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/h9hKt7-MPLs/s400/out+of+oven.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;banana cookies (yum):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083642216536312114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/Roy5qWHTiTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QIndBpS5sG4/s400/ready+to+eat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom says they taste like muffins, not cookies): and not much banana taste): maybe the bananas weren't ripe enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-8050942020844463197?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/8050942020844463197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=8050942020844463197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/8050942020844463197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/8050942020844463197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/07/banana-cookies-banana-cookies-banana.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/Roy2qWHTiRI/AAAAAAAAABs/TjXLaU77PXY/s72-c/oven.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-698353352450245246</id><published>2007-07-04T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T20:20:43.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. I DROVE ALL THE WAY FROM SOUTHPOINT TO NSC TODAY. heh. so fun. mom totally didn't trust me, but it was okay. and I DIDN'T GET LOST. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passed the hiking pants to jun kai and sat around for a bit till the girls launched. then sent the guys to the bus stop so they could take a bus to go play LAN. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then. went to pick ryan from school (i got a bit lost. haha) and then came back for lunch. and yes, we DID have hokkien mee. and the drinks uncle knows us by sight. haha and he knows what we want for drinks. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I CAME BACK AND CLEANED MY ROOM UP. now it looks like its NEWLY OCCUPIED. seriously. haha. i feel so accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took axle for a walk and we saw that sarah tan walking her dog with kui jein (is that right? spelling i mean). and ryan, if you're reading this, she's not THAT hot. she's so skinny. her dog's so scared of axle though. lol his tail was between his legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i got bitten by like a million mosquitoes. and the dust from the cleaning has clogged my lungs and nasal passages. eeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-698353352450245246?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/698353352450245246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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to jb on saturday. and and and we ate so much. omg. i feel like a pig (i still do). first, i ate lunch on the way in. and then when we got in, we immediately went out again cause mom and yee mah wanted to wanted to eat ice kachang (ah yee was at the hairdresser's so she wasn't included) and and and I DROVE US THERE. heh. we had the tauhu goreng and the chocolate ice kachang and chendol. omg. haha. then i drove to the hairdresser's to pick ah yee up. and she made a big fuss about not eating the ice kachang and chendol. so i drove us back to the place to eat AGAIN. and this time we patronised another stall. and we had chendol and tauhu goreng and rojak. eurgh. i was so stuffed after that. and when we went back they had bread from lavander (which is malaysia's version of bread talk). and then we went to get dvds and back for dinner. piggyness. eeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sunday i went to khatib for the photoshoot for the top prize winners for college day. met mr tee and the top arts student for it. and yes, we went all the way to khatib to find a white wall we could take photos against. geez. hah oh and they were shooting crows. hahah ok random. so right, the dress code was smart casual. and i felt like such an idiot carrying my life jacket (well i WAS supposed to bring a prop) around in smart casual. came back. changed. went out again to ps. lunch and BEN AND JERRY'S and movie. surf's up is so cute. lol. then went to popo's place cause mom had to settle some maid stuff. and then i drove back! yays. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was my weekend. hrms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes on saturday i got the photos for ubin and desaru from moo moo. so here are some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082491654927255810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RoijO2HTiQI/AAAAAAAAABk/xH9MiwtOHlc/s400/pubin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops. a bit small. but it'll have to do. desaru later. work now. ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-2914703577475133978?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/2914703577475133978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=2914703577475133978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/2914703577475133978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/2914703577475133978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-went-to-jb-on-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RoijO2HTiQI/AAAAAAAAABk/xH9MiwtOHlc/s72-c/pubin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-3548393387665534625</id><published>2007-06-28T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T23:59:49.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i resolve not to put insinuating stuff onto my blog anymore, lest people get harassed (namely me).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-3548393387665534625?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/3548393387665534625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=3548393387665534625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/3548393387665534625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/3548393387665534625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-resolve-not-to-put-insinuating-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-5559135334802988175</id><published>2007-06-28T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T13:52:59.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>phoebe, you mei, liyana and me went to central today. well that was our original destination. lol but there was nothing there, so we just ate walked around a bit then went to vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, liyana was late (as usual) and so phoebe, you mei and me went to look for a place to eat. lol well actually i had already checked out what there was at central the night before, so we just went to the manhattan fish market to check if it was halal. and it was, but they sold beer, so they didn't have the cert. so we asked liyana if she would mind eating there when she (finally) came, and she didn't so we went to eat there. now come to think of it, it was one of the fastest that we took to decide where to eat. lol. we had this fisherman's platter thingy. it was quite nice. and about fish and co's pricing. basically the manhattan fish market is something like fish and co. except that it has only like two branches in singapore. an alternative, i guess. so go try it out (for those who haven't) so anyway, we were supposed to treat liyana to dessert, but we were all too full (haha) so we decided to do that later. and i shall not even go into what was the topic of conversation over lunch. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we walked around a bit and then decided to go to vivocity. went there, went to mango. which was having a sale. i was seriously annoyed. cause phoebe got claudia jeans at HALF PRICE. eee. tried this pair of slim fit jeans. but couldn't decide if i wanted it. so we went to ben and jerry's for the dessert and ate the merlionster. which was a banana, 6 scoops of ice cream, two toppings, a brownie, and a waffle for $19.50. pretty worth it, i guess. and we had like THREE scoops of CHOCOLATE related icecream and one coffee related, one strawberry related and one mint. CHOCOLATE GALORE. plus, the brownie. was chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082470957479856322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RoiQaGHTiMI/AAAAAAAAABE/ytfYSqLXd2Y/s400/DSC00251+(resized).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went out to take pictures! lol. also cause we were cold, la. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082472589567428834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RoiR5GHTiOI/AAAAAAAAABU/jdW_mlGa0_8/s400/combination.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THEN we went to get liyana's charles and keith bag and THEN we went back to mango and i got my jeans!! heh. and and and guess what. WE ATE AT CARL'S JR. AGAIN. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-5559135334802988175?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/5559135334802988175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=5559135334802988175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/5559135334802988175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/5559135334802988175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/06/phoebe-you-mei-liyana-and-me-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RoiQaGHTiMI/AAAAAAAAABE/ytfYSqLXd2Y/s72-c/DSC00251+(resized).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-7485536712793605643</id><published>2007-06-26T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T14:12:22.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sentosa yesterday... well on sunday, was pretty fun. although i was late and there were only like 9 of us there. we decided to celebrate liyana's birthday so we got her a cake. well okay i got it, but we were all sharing the cost, so yeah. viennese brownie from secret recipe at vivo. was it nice? well let's just say i was expecting more. hahah but what the hell, it was good fun for a $26 cake, whose original price tag was $46 (i'm still wondering why she charged me only $26). we were supposed to surprise liyana, but edwin spoilt it cause he went up to the group (i was hiding behind a rock with the cake) and said wasn't claudia supposed to bring a cake (!!). but oh well, i still think liyana was pretty happy, so i guess it wasn't that bad. i got dunked into the sea, but it was good fun swimming around, and playing monkey with them. and we had ben and jerry's after! while waiting for the other girls to be done in the shower (i just rinsed and changed and came back to bathe) and then the luge. it was quite fun (still, even after three tries) also cause i was speeding all the way down (heh) and well it was with friends, and who can beat that(: then back to the mainland and to macs for dinner (at like 2130) and home. finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082476566707144946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RoiVgmHTiPI/AAAAAAAAABc/tZQEzzOkJm0/s400/sentosa1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone thinks there's something on between me and elmo. haha. all i say is. it is what you think it is. HAHA. i can't convince you otherwise anyway. but aren't cookie monster and elmo both supposedly male characters? LOL. well... go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed my driving today. fyi, i just wore jeans and a tee. heh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with robyn for lunch and she was on the phone most of the time, smsing ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work passed quite fast(heh) and it was actually pretty interesting (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ear went nuts again):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b2's back in camp)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go snowboarding in japan! and i want my b2 to come with(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i got an iPod! yay yay yay(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;iPod yay(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YAY(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-7485536712793605643?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/7485536712793605643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=7485536712793605643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/7485536712793605643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/7485536712793605643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/06/sentosa-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RoiVgmHTiPI/AAAAAAAAABc/tZQEzzOkJm0/s72-c/sentosa1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-4733071332793976888</id><published>2007-06-23T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T14:07:04.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to desaru from sunday till tuesday and got completely absolutely burnt. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun all the same. except that that stupid bastard kept saying that i had to do something about my hair, which by the way, i just got cut. talk about being anal retentive. geez. just becuase HE doesn't have hair for people to make fun of doesn't mean that he can make fun of other people's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent most of our time by the beach just playing around. haha we played monkey by family. in which me and mom were totally outnumbered. haha. by the 7 maks. kids and adults. haha. wasn't any help that ah mun cow foo and brenda are maks too. well in the end he just turned into a mercernary. (who took the money and turned his back on us). haha. but the kids were so cute. and they didn't give up the ball all that easily. lol. it was absolutely hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh. and we went looking for wildboars on the first night. it was pretty fun. and it was pitch black in the forest when the car's headlights were turned off. we didn't get to see any boars, though. we saw a civet cat (if you think it sounds familiar, it spread the SARS), though i'm not sure i was looking at the correct thing. lol. but still... any wildboar safari is fun with the two cow foos saying stupid stuff in the most matter of fact way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a campfire and cookout on the second night. the kids helped to collect the firewood. and the chicken and chips were BOILING IN OIL. haha. but it tasted good all the same. Then me and maxine lay under the stars and watched them. it was really nice, cause it was pretty dark and we could see the stars really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a really fun trip, even though it was for only 3d and 2n. and i couldn't help thinking that it would be one of my last with the extended family):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos soon. need to get the nice ones from moo moo. oh ya. and the nice ubin photos too. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-4733071332793976888?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/4733071332793976888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=4733071332793976888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/4733071332793976888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/4733071332793976888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/06/went-to-desaru-from-sunday-till-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-6119722723699381584</id><published>2007-06-15T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T17:19:51.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>driving today was fun! haha. the instructor was hilarious. when i first went to the car, he was just standing there, and i thought i was at the wrong car cause he was giving me this look. but then he was like oh sorry after lunch i blur already. haha. then when we were going out he used the high beam to signal to another instructor to give way to him and then he turned to me he was like "haha he give way to me cause i use high beam. so funny." lol omg it was so funny. there were like so many other instances, and i was like laughing at him more than i was laughing at his comments la. lol. he like was so talkative saying stuff about how i was so lucky cause there were so many old people driving, and how they had to care about their own things and not about me and how this bird was enjoying bathing in a puddle on the road in the circuit, and how it could still (surprisingly) fly when it was wet. lol. funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go to jb, but apparently plan was cancelled so just came back and am like slacking now. i must think of stuff to do. rahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-6119722723699381584?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/6119722723699381584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=6119722723699381584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/6119722723699381584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/6119722723699381584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/06/driving-today-was-fun-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-2034608488620747766</id><published>2007-06-15T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T14:07:53.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cycling in ubin today was so fun(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we left the house at about 9.50 and dropped dad at work at ten plus, driving throught the CBD with the two bikes on the back of the car. consipcuous. lol. picked moo moo and the kids up at raffles hotel and then went to changi point ferry terminal. ash was supposed to be there by eleven, but he was obviously not cause (dUh) he woke up late and started cycling there even later... thank goodness ah yee's rubber time was more elastic than i thought it would be and he managed to be (in a late, screwed up way), on time. we went to get chicken rice(for lunch), and then were on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we went to ubin in two separate boats cause they could only take ten people at a time and we had like 14. nerine, clarice, maxine, ash and me plus the three bikes and then the rest on another boat. haha we saw the civilisation on tekong from the boat. heh. that was like 11 plus already. so then we got to the place, and went to rent bikes for the rest. nerine, ash and me went to noordin beach first, cause they said they didn't want to hold us up. and guess what. when we got there, nerine started doing her homework... geez. so we waited for them for like 15 mins (at least) and when they truned up, they decided that it was not the place they wanted to have their picnic lunch. instead they wanted it at chek jawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, they didn't just move on without resting up or taking a few photos (dUh, the photo queen was with us). so it was at this point that the kids started warming up to ash. so stanley (being his usual inquisitive self) asked isn't ashley a girl's name? haha. then he was like no, it's unisex (what's unisex?) it can be used for both boys and girls. haha. and i go, tell them your surname, ash that'll just make their day(laughs hysterically). haha no way, he says. i tell stanley go steal his wallet and check his ic. well they did, and they figured it out. PLUS. they got too look at his photo. haha. well i guess it did make their day, except that it was at his expense(awww.). heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076230330371982002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RnJklyfiwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xEsf7qyQLE0/s400/noordin+beach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up till this point, cycling with the packets of chicken rice was still okay, cause there were paved roads and it was a fairly stable ride for the chicken rice. but when we were on our way to chek jawa, there was this stretch of unpaved road. haha this is where the chicken rice started getting shaken around. we stopped for drinks at this place with a statue of cookie monster in from of it (munch) and nicky skidded like a pro skidder down a hill and fell and scraped his knee. lucky thing there was a bunch of republic poly people around, who had their own medic who happened to be from the first batch of meridians (who recognised me because of my project circle tee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076239783595000530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RnJtMCfiwtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Z7s-bQ31mMM/s400/on+the+way(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oops the text is pretty small... sorry. ask me for the pic if you want to see it properly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went around in circles a few times. but evantually got to the supposed point at which chek jawa was. BUT, lo and behold, there was no check jawa. lol so we cycled around a bit more and evantually diceded to do away with the chek jawa idea and go to mamat beach for the long awaited lunch. lol we got there at about 4 plus. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chicken rice was stilll warm(thanks to the stupid sun) and was mixed around and jangled about a bit, but was still edible. but it wasn't even nice. eeee. so we ate mainly the packed snacks and APPLES! lol. so then the kids were playing and me and ash were just talking away from the table, and as one knows, when you're not there, people can just gossip and get away with anythig. thank goodness nerine was there so almost nothing escaped my ears. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after a while she came to me (while ash was playing with the kids - having a stone or coconut throwing match or something along those lines) and told me all that was said about me. HAH. people really have screwed up ideas about me and ash. geez. goes like this. moo moo (to the general group): do you think he's after (HELLO WHO USES THIS KIND OF LANGUAGE ANYMORE?) claudia? (haha. no (bleep)ing way). they look so happy together (eurgh. that just sounds... WEIRD). thank goodness SOMEONE stood up for me and said that we were only good friends, like me and kenneth (where did that come from). but it was hilarious anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway so it was threatening to rain, plus it was really late (like 6 plus) and we packed up and started back. the ride back was pretty uneventful, but fun all the same. ahhhh yes... and i FINALLY managed to kope ash's watch. HAHA. so we came back to the mainland and mum and ah yee went back to the cars to put some stuff. while they were gone. the evil kids convinced ashley to let them ride his bike. and in exchange, they had to get his watch back from me. so poor me got tortured by the kids. i was wondering whose side they were on. I AM THEIR COUSIN! HE'S ONLY MY FRIEND! HELLO!? haha. got my hair messed up, funny bone tickled and arm pulled. and then my ear had one of its bouts of craziness. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear man, the kids LOVE him... more than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fine i shall put it in a nicer way: he was a hit with the kids. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was about it for the cycling. it was fun(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-2034608488620747766?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/2034608488620747766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=2034608488620747766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/2034608488620747766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/2034608488620747766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/06/cycling-in-ubin-today-was-so-fun-so-we.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RnJklyfiwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xEsf7qyQLE0/s72-c/noordin+beach.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-8356336007356889423</id><published>2007-06-14T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:20:16.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the day is getting stranger by the hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did nothing the whole day. well okay i woke up at 11 plus. and went online. then ate and went online again. haha. basically i was online for the whole day. becuase SOMEONE didn't want to go out with me):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well tmr's cycling at pulau ubin. you idiots who haven't told me whether you're coming or not better tell me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERVIEW FOR MONASH NEXT THURSDAY(: YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elmo has POPped(: heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-8356336007356889423?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/8356336007356889423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=8356336007356889423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/8356336007356889423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/8356336007356889423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-is-getting-stranger-by-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-9078839633276942349</id><published>2007-06-09T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:58:44.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the hospital, a patient's relatives gathered in the waiting room, where their family member lay gravely ill. Finally, the doctor came in looking tired and somber. "I'm afraid I am the bearer of bad news," he said as he surveyed the worried faces. "The only hope left for your loved one at this time is a brain transplant. It's an experimental procedure, semi-risky, and you will have to pay for the brain yourselves."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The family members sat silent as they absorbed the news. At last, someone asked, "Well, how much does a brain cost?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The doctor quickly responded, "$200 for a female brain, and $500 for a male brain."The moment turned awkward. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Men in the room tried not to smile, avoiding eye contact with the women, but some actually smirked. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A girl, unable to control her curiosity, blurted out the question everyone wanted to ask, "Why is the male brain so much more?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The doctor smiled at her childish innocence and then said, "It's a standard pricing procedure. We have to mark the female brains down, because they're used!!!!!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. so true(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-9078839633276942349?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/9078839633276942349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=9078839633276942349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/9078839633276942349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/9078839633276942349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-so-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-6439385567701937198</id><published>2007-06-09T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T14:11:13.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOMEONE didn't come over today. cancelled on me at the last minute. hahah. okay i'm joking, joking. it really wasn't your fault. i'm just too damn bored. heh. oh yeah btw, i still baked brownies. they're in the oven now. i wonder how they'll turn out. lol. not wondering too much la, since it's the same recipe as i did the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep so anyway was talking to b2 till like 3 last night (uh... just now) so i woke up feeling horrible. lol must be horrible for you, b2. heh. so did the supposed long-haired ghost come sneaking up to you? haha. how was your rehearsal? how? where? when? who? why? what? it's kinda pointless for you to be booking out today actually. i mean, you're like booking back in tmr? so that's like 26 hours? what point is there in that? what can you do? oh right i forgot... you want to go to church, don't you. haha okay i shall stop this monologue now. heh. COME ONLINE SO I CAN TALK TO YOU SOME MORE. hehe. and oh yeah you're supposed to teach me about all the hps and laptops and mp3s and stuff like that. and and and. hahah you have to go buy clothes with me! hahaha. AND I NEED TO KOPE YOUR WATCH. heh. ok now i shall REALLY stop this monologue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD. why do people keep telling me to write letters to NUS when i bet they won't even entertain it. GEEZ. there's a reason they gave 300 characters for the appeal... eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i planned to practice piano, but obviusly i'm not. i think i shall practice later la. and and and... should i buy a laptop?? and and i want an iPod too! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B2 COME ONLINE HURRRYYYYYY):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-6439385567701937198?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/6439385567701937198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=6439385567701937198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/6439385567701937198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/6439385567701937198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/06/someone-didnt-come-over-today.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-7682127961782360209</id><published>2007-06-08T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T14:31:32.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>driving today was ACTUALLY quite fun and productive. at least now i know what to improve on. heh. instructor was a riding instructor too so was quite laid back. well more so than those other instructors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my car was supposed to be car 94, so i went there and looked for it... but i lost it. well not really la. i just couldn't find it. for like five minutes, i was standing there like an idiot looking for car 94. then the instructor came up to me and was like what car are you looking for (94) and he told me that they changed the car 94 to 124 cause 94 was in the workshop. rahh. and it was under the HOT SUN too. and i was wearing a black tee. POO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. working later. i hope i don't have to next week. and hopefully i can take the days off the following monday and tuesday. POO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. and i DID have carl's jr AGAIN yesterday when we went to sentosa/vivo. streak still not broken. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-7682127961782360209?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/7682127961782360209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=7682127961782360209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/7682127961782360209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/7682127961782360209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/06/driving-today-was-actually-quite-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-1463198125605160937</id><published>2007-06-08T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T14:13:23.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did my math placement test today. and i scored 23 out of 25. yay. that's like 92percent. hahaha. YAY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that went to sentosa with the 6 monkeys and their moms. they were going totally crazy in the car and it was super squishy cause it wasn't the estima. plus they were all trying to grab my wallet and laugh at my pictures on my ez link card and ic. how mature for primary school kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we drove in and parked at the beach carpark, unloaded and had lunch (spaghetti). after that took a tram ride around the beach front and went to beach station, took the monorail to vivo then back to imbiah and went for the 4d movie. what i don't understand is where the 4d came from. plus. it was such a rip off. $16 for like a 15 minute movie? please. but anyway i was treated to it all so not complaining. heh. then we went for the luge. which was ALSO a rip off. but im not complaining la. cause one, the kids were enjoying and two, it was practically foc for me! heh. and THEN. they wanted to swim, so the moms went to get the stuff while i had to keep them in line and walk them to the beach further down (near cafe del maer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were just sitting there, right. and it was getting quite late. bout 7 plus 8. and suddenly the rain came. HAH. so we all ran. INTO CAFE DEL MAER. hahaha. the kids were all like amazed at the pool cause they actually wanted to swim in a pool instead of in the sea. but no time for that. cause the rain was there. so we ran into the corridor outside the toilets (which are practically outdoors but with a shelter). and we used the toilets. lol. and ignored the sign that said: FOR CAFE DEL MAER PATRONS ONLY. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was practically the highlight of the trip for me. well the most hilarious moment anyway. lol. i was like UH OKAY WE AREN'T PATRONS HERE. but i guess we had no choice la. heh. and we went back to vivo and GUESS WHAT WE ATE. hahah. i give you a clue. i didn't break my streak. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a lift home and im damn tired. and i got driving tmr so im gonna sleep nowwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY B2 WHO'S SUPPOSED TO HAVE A 24KM MARCH TMR. DON'T DIE B2(: (i'll be there to bury you if you do. heh. what flowers do you want? sunflowers will suit you well. go with your skin. oh no wait. i forgot. your skin is red, bordering on black.... so dark red red roses? heh. well look on the bright side, at least you don't have an 'S' on your face...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahh. nighttttt worlddddddddd...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-1463198125605160937?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/1463198125605160937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=1463198125605160937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/1463198125605160937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/1463198125605160937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/06/did-my-math-placement-test-today.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-6220295941247302176</id><published>2007-06-06T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T17:57:20.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;lol check out the finished brownie! AND IT DOESN'T FLOW(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072888115671253666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RmaE3SfiwqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wypEDWj25FU/s400/browniecombination.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yayness(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-6220295941247302176?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/6220295941247302176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=6220295941247302176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/6220295941247302176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/6220295941247302176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/06/lol-check-out-finished-brownie-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8JI70w7lkfw/RmaE3SfiwqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wypEDWj25FU/s72-c/browniecombination.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-8775991295087996488</id><published>2007-06-06T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T14:09:23.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>waiting for the brownies to bake now. they actually look good in the oven. but we'll see... if they FLOW when i take them out they'll be a FAILURE. so now im just waiting waiting waiting. and sju admin hasn't replied to my queries about the login ID and password. inefficiency doesn't serve them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway today was such a big fiasco. popo wanted to go back to bedok causes she claims that she's in less pain there as compared to when she's here, which is so full of shit. i mean c'mon she's not TOTALLY uneducated... so anyway, she wanted robilyn to go back with her. but robilyn refused. so it fell to me. and i had to go back with her in the cab. just to see that she got there. HAHA and guess what. i left home with 50 bucks, paid for the cab fare and came back with 60 bucks! hahah. guess how that happened. so i guess it wasn't that bad since i came back with an extra ten bucks. haha. then after that came back and arranged to have lunch with ryan. but apparently he didnt really have lunch with me, he had lunch with his brother and just went to ntuc with me to get sugar for my brownies. another fiasco, that. and since i got an extra ten bucks i treated myself to a belgian chocolate ice blended from coffee bean. haha. i still taste the coffee in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep so i got back and baked my brownies and shit i haven't sent in my appeal to nus. ok i shall do it in a bit when mum and dad get back so they can actually review it and thus won't complain that i don't discuss stuff with them. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway i still have to decide on my major and accomodation for sju. which i can't do till i have my login details. so now the ball's in their court. haha. and i have to read up on it so that i can actually decide quickly when they DO send me my login details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate all this uncertainty about which u i'm going to. i really envy people like robyn who has everything set up and confirmed about which u they're going to and stuff. and to make matters worse, WHY DON'T PEOPLE IN THE UNI ACTUALLY CHECK THEIR MAIL. unimelb hasn't answered my queries, neither has monash, neither has sydney. geez. UGH. the only ones who actually reply promptly are the unsw people. i LIKE the unsw people. becuase they reply to their emails. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cycling on ubin next week. yet to plan. everyone's like this cannot that cannot and the kids are just another problem. rahh. BUT I'M GOING TO SENTOSA TMR YAY(: hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kian tat is supposed to come over to bake brownies this saturday. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm going to make black forest again soon. maybe when elmo's out of camp. like maybe next wednesday or thursday or something. hahah. he can get drunk on the rum (yo ho, yo ho) and celebrate his not being a recruit anymore. hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-8775991295087996488?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/8775991295087996488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=8775991295087996488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/8775991295087996488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/8775991295087996488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/06/waiting-for-brownies-to-bake-now.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-5256101798698949776</id><published>2007-06-06T02:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T14:14:46.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shhhhh.. i know. one, this post is LONG OVERDUE. two, this blog has been under construction for one hell of a long time. so. HERE IT IS(: i'm really sleepy now from all the changes i've been making, so i'm going to sleep now. and perhaps i'll update tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll see if sju has replied me with my login ID and password. i hope they're scurrying around now trying to find out for me cause if not, they're gonna have to deal with a late entry for the class schedule and accomodation arrangements. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to bake brownies tmr i should think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my b2. i miss my elmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:munch)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-5256101798698949776?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/5256101798698949776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=5256101798698949776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/5256101798698949776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/5256101798698949776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/06/shhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-1245393038030986807</id><published>2007-05-13T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T12:21:07.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WORK as if you don't need money,&lt;br /&gt;LOVE as if nobody has hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;DANCE as if nobody was watching you,&lt;br /&gt;SING as if nobody was listening,&lt;br /&gt;LIVE as if this was paradise on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-1245393038030986807?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/1245393038030986807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=1245393038030986807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/1245393038030986807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/1245393038030986807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/05/work-as-if-you-dont-need-money-love-as.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-117095437195502088</id><published>2007-02-08T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T01:58:24.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WISHLIST!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;s&gt;1. that sweater from esprit(: [$60]&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. a backpack [$ ??]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. canvas shoes [$ ??]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;s&gt;4. claudia jeans [$99]&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. a vw beetle! haha [$ (a lot)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. sju top scholarship [US$120,00]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. four As for A Levels [(priceless)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8. a quiksilver sweater [$ ?? (hmm... i seem to want a lot of sweaters for someone living in singapore. heh)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9. quiksilver pencilcase approx. [$ 20]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10. to watch phantom of the opera!! heh [$??]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11. ipod! [hrms]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12. PSP! [hah]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-117095437195502088?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/117095437195502088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=117095437195502088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/117095437195502088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/117095437195502088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/02/wishlist1.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-117005723455632350</id><published>2007-01-29T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T15:53:54.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1454/551/1600/828597/Copy%20of%20IMG_4278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1454/551/320/838284/Copy%20of%20IMG_4278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toblerone dark chocolate!! &lt;3... heh (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-117005723455632350?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/117005723455632350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=117005723455632350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/117005723455632350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/117005723455632350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/01/toblerone-dark-chocolate-3.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-116869253302171378</id><published>2007-01-13T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T22:50:10.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1454/551/1600/455112/A_New_Chapter_by_BatDesignz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="102" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1454/551/400/927851/A_New_Chapter_by_BatDesignz.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If he cares about you, that's it. He'll keep pulling you up no matter how many times you fall down again. Bite his hand, he'll just ignore you and haul you up. You can't fight that. You can't fight that kind of thing for long..." &lt;em&gt;-Frannie, in Night Shield by Nora Roberts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-116869253302171378?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/116869253302171378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=116869253302171378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/116869253302171378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/116869253302171378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-he-cares-about-you-thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-116065695553948010</id><published>2006-10-17T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T14:34:16.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/1600/blackandwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/320/blackandwhite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; There's A Hero - Billy Gilman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a flower&lt;br /&gt;In the smallest garden&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the light&lt;br /&gt;There's a candle&lt;br /&gt;In the darkest corner&lt;br /&gt;Conquering the night&lt;br /&gt;There is amazing strength&lt;br /&gt;In a willing hand&lt;br /&gt;There are victories&lt;br /&gt;That you've never planned&lt;br /&gt;There's a hero&lt;br /&gt;In everybody's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fire&lt;br /&gt;Inside of everybody&lt;br /&gt;Burning clear and bright&lt;br /&gt;There's a power&lt;br /&gt;In the faintest heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;That cannot be denied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on and trust yourself&lt;br /&gt;You can ride the wind&lt;br /&gt;Your gonna take your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where they've never been&lt;br /&gt;There's a hero&lt;br /&gt;In everybody's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on and trust yourself&lt;br /&gt;You can ride the wind&lt;br /&gt;Your gonna take your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where they've never been&lt;br /&gt;There's a hero&lt;br /&gt;In everybody's heart&lt;br /&gt;There's a hero&lt;br /&gt;In everybody's heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-116065695553948010?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/116065695553948010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=116065695553948010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/116065695553948010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/116065695553948010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/10/theres-hero-billy-gilman-theres-flower.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-116065602260215437</id><published>2006-10-12T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:29:32.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. im so tired of mom i really have had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. here's what happened. we (my, her and the other little asshole who's somehow or another staying in my house) were wating and she goes..."is the curry nice?"... without calling anyone. and of course she expected ME to answer(btw i had food in my mouth). ONLY ME. and since obviously i didnt know who the hell she was talking to, i didnt answer. then ..."IS THE CURRY NICE WILL YOU ANSWER ME?" like what the fuck man. i know she was just being nice. but what the hell this isnt the way to do it. who the hell are you talking to always ask me to specify who im talking to and you yourself dont even do it how the hell would i know you were not expecting the other little shit to answer your question!!!!!!!!!!!!!! then i went "you didnt specify who." and she just went "fine if you want it that way." and shut up for the rest of the meal. fuck you la. shut up. all the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its not just tonight. like every morning she goes good morning. and when i dont answer she fucking screams at me. when the other little shit doesnt answer she doesnt say and fucking thing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive taken enough. dad wont hear a word against her but too bad im gonna make him listen this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other stupid little shit living im my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all people's expectations of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. it. all. to. hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-116065602260215437?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/116065602260215437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=116065602260215437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/116065602260215437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/116065602260215437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-116040065707159677</id><published>2006-10-09T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:30:57.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised something. i have no best friends. is there something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont really seem to have anyone i can just talk to freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean. oon kee liyana you mei and cindy have been great, honestly, but who else do i have? the answer is a resounding no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;robyns gone to have her own life, not exactly sure if our friendship is still what it once was. i wonder if we were still back in secondary school and if i were still living in braddell, would we still go home together and sit at the tennis courts and talk abt school stuff and sailing stuff and basically just stuff in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayee. yeah still keep in contact with her but we really dont have the chance to meet up that ofter since we're studying practically on opposite ends of the island. joyce. yeah sure do hear her but never see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janice. practically havent heard from her since we left ij.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if most people have lasting friends from sec school or jc. maybe its just that i dont see jc friends now as long time friends because im still seeing them everyday. ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall resolve to keep in touch with all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-116040065707159677?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/116040065707159677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=116040065707159677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/116040065707159677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/116040065707159677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-just-realised-something.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-116032179547802051</id><published>2006-10-08T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:36:35.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayy... i know i havent been updating for quite a while. but hey... ive been busy studing and stuff. see now i dont even bother with punctuation and putting caps and stuff... okay. i shall resolve to update more. or there wont be a point in me having a blog. oh well... anyway, this weekend's been pretty eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, dad FINALLY brought me to sign up for the basic driving theory test. so i have to finish the basic theory and final theory tests in the next 6 mths, and hopefully get my licence soon after. heh. yay (: ... and i can start driving people around. namely myself... lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps. and today was the sju student information session. it was quite informative, i guess. and made me think the possibility of going to the us for undergrad studies if i do get the scholarship. i'd probably do pre- med chem or bio or sth and apply for a post grad bachelor of medcine there or somewhere. depends i guess.. but that'd mean about 6+ years away from singapore and im not sure if i really want that. but then again. it'll be a good experience. and besides, its not like the scholarship is that difficult to get. i guess. by considering the number of interested people who turned up. yeps. i met debrah there too... and we had ben and jerry's icecream. yays(: it was good. and my icecream and chocolate fishies in it. lols. yummy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god im so confused. dont know what i should do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should just concentrate on the as first. heh. which reminds me... shouldn't i be doing vj math paper 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title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-115910843403721263</id><published>2006-09-24T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T22:33:54.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/1600/Tej_4____Mina_by_DeeZet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/320/Tej_4____Mina_by_DeeZet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-115910843403721263?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-115815104936980153</id><published>2006-09-13T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T20:55:49.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/1600/hibiscus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/320/hibiscus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/1600/arum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/320/arum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;those (^) are PAINTINGS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sivet-christophe.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://sivet-christophe.deviantart.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/320/Venetian_View_by_zair2032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://zair2032.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://zair2032.deviantart.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-115815104936980153?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/115815104936980153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=115815104936980153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/115815104936980153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/115815104936980153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/09/those-are-paintingsfrom-httpsivet.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-115806568777249405</id><published>2006-09-12T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T20:54:47.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/1600/1152521720Sport%20Relief-McFly-2-06SRClbMcFlySU06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/320/1152521720Sport%20Relief-McFly-2-06SRClbMcFlySU06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mcfly - i've got you&lt;br /&gt;the world would be a lonely place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without the one that puts a smile on your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so hold me 'til the sun burns out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i won't be lonely when i'm down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'cause i've got you to make me feel stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when the days are rough and an hour feels much longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i never doubted you at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the stars collide, will you stand by and watch them fall? (by and watch them fall)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so hold me 'til the sky is clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and whisper words of love right into my ear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'cause i've got you to make me feel stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when the days are rough and an hour feels much longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah when i got you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh to make me feel better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when the nights are long they'll be easier together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looking in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoping they won't cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and even if you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll be in bed so close to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hold you through the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you'll be unaware&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but if you need me i'll be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah i got you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh to make me feel stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when the days are rough and an hour feels much longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah when i got you to make me feel better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when the nights are long they'll be easier together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-115806568777249405?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/115806568777249405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=115806568777249405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/115806568777249405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/115806568777249405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/09/mcfly-ive-got-you-world-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-115712218661623086</id><published>2006-09-01T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:49:46.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK I seem to have sth with posting pictures, so here goes. This is totally random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/1600/DSCF0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/320/DSCF0136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -adroable stanley-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/1600/DSCF0601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/320/DSCF0601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -huh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/1600/DSCF0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/320/DSCF0241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -OMG... SPECS! UGH-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/1600/DSCF4176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/320/DSCF4176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -cousins!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/1600/DSCF5414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/320/DSCF5414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-me carrying westley. he was too tired to walk any further-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-115712218661623086?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/115712218661623086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=115712218661623086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/115712218661623086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/115712218661623086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/09/ok-i-seem-to-have-sth-with-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-115686111289828212</id><published>2006-08-29T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T16:10:11.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random stuff (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/320/Copy%20of%20415_1590.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; -me in vancouver-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/1600/DSCF6403.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/320/DSCF6403.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -bernard and axle-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/1600/DSCF6401.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/320/DSCF6401.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -close up-&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/320/DSCF6400.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;-isn't he just so adorable-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/1600/DSCF6397.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/320/DSCF6397.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-awww-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-115686111289828212?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/115686111289828212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=115686111289828212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/115686111289828212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/115686111289828212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/08/random-stuff-me-in-vancouver-bernard.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-115659585176971240</id><published>2006-08-26T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T20:40:31.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/1600/2825788910077914290MZDIOF_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/320/2825788910077914290MZDIOF_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Class photos! Ok... Well, photos of 05S112 people. LOL. Go to the following link for all pics: &lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/album/553410637bCfDUR"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;http://community.webshots.com/album/553410637bCfDUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-115659585176971240?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/115659585176971240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=115659585176971240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/115659585176971240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/115659585176971240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/08/class-photos-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-115656605971854845</id><published>2006-08-26T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T12:20:59.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/1600/o5s112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/320/o5s112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROULDY DONE BY ASHLEY, YOU MEI AND CLAUDIA... XD...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-115656605971854845?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/115656605971854845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=115656605971854845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/115656605971854845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/115656605971854845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/08/prouldy-done-by-ashley-you-mei-and.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-115709791429635742</id><published>2006-07-20T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T16:05:14.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/1600/IMG_0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/320/IMG_0320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-115709791429635742?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/115709791429635742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=115709791429635742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/115709791429635742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/115709791429635742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-115331244751401052</id><published>2006-07-19T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T20:34:07.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SADLY, if you've seen over 80&lt;br /&gt;movies, you have no life. Mark the ones&lt;br /&gt;you've seen. There are 167 movies on this list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;( ) Grease&lt;br /&gt;( ) Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;( ) Boondock Saints&lt;br /&gt;( ) Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;(x) Starsky and Hutch&lt;br /&gt;( ) Neverending Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) Blazing Saddles&lt;br /&gt;( ) Airplane&lt;br /&gt;( ) My First Mister&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Virgin Suicides&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;( ) AnchorMan: The Legend of Ron Burgandy&lt;br /&gt;( ) Napoleon Dynamite (all that hype for nothing)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;( ) Saw&lt;br /&gt;( ) Saw II&lt;br /&gt;( ) White Noise&lt;br /&gt;( ) White Oleander&lt;br /&gt;( ) Anger Management&lt;br /&gt;(x) 50 First Dates&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Princess Diaries&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scream&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scream2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scream 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scary Movie&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scary Movie 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scary Movie 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scary Movie 4&lt;br /&gt;( ) American Pie&lt;br /&gt;( ) American Pie 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) American Wedding&lt;br /&gt;( ) American Pie Band Camp&lt;br /&gt;Total: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 4&lt;br /&gt;( ) Resident Evil I&lt;br /&gt;( ) Resident Evil 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Wedding Singer&lt;br /&gt;( ) Little Black Book&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Village&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lilo &amp; Stitch&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;( ) Finding neverland&lt;br /&gt;( ) Signs&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Grinch&lt;br /&gt;( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre&lt;br /&gt;(x) White Chicks&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Butterfly Effect&lt;br /&gt;(x) 13 Going on 30&lt;br /&gt;( ) I, Robot&lt;br /&gt;( ) Robots&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) Universal Soldier&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lemony Snicket: A Series Of Unfortunate Events&lt;br /&gt;( ) Along Came Polly&lt;br /&gt;( ) Deep Impact&lt;br /&gt;( ) KingPin&lt;br /&gt;( ) Never Been Kissed&lt;br /&gt;( ) Meet The Parents&lt;br /&gt;(x) Meet the Fockers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Eight Crazy Nights&lt;br /&gt;( ) Joe Dirt&lt;br /&gt;( ) King Kong&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Terminal&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Lizzie McGuire Movie&lt;br /&gt;( ) Passport to Paris&lt;br /&gt;( ) Dumb &amp; Dumber&lt;br /&gt;( ) Dumber &amp;amp; Dumberer&lt;br /&gt;( ) Final Destination&lt;br /&gt;( ) Final Destination 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Final Destination 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Halloween&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Ring&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Ring 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Surviving X-MAS&lt;br /&gt;( ) Flubber&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Harold &amp; Kumar Go To White Castle&lt;br /&gt;( ) Practical Magic&lt;br /&gt;(x) Chicago&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ghost Ship&lt;br /&gt;( ) From Hell&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hellboy&lt;br /&gt;( ) Secret Window&lt;br /&gt;( ) I Am Sam&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Whole Nine Yards&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Day After Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;( ) Child's Play&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seed of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bride of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ten Things I Hate About You&lt;br /&gt;(x) Just Married&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gothika&lt;br /&gt;( ) Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sixteen Candles&lt;br /&gt;( ) Remember the Titans&lt;br /&gt;(x) Coach Carter&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Grudge&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Mask&lt;br /&gt;( ) Son Of The Mask&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bad Boys 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Joy Ride&lt;br /&gt;( ) Se7en&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ocean's Eleven&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ocean's Twelve&lt;br /&gt;( ) Identity&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lone Star&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bedazzled&lt;br /&gt;( ) Predator I&lt;br /&gt;( ) Predator II&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Fog&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ice Age&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Independence Day&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cujo&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Bronx Tale&lt;br /&gt;( ) Darkness Falls&lt;br /&gt;( ) ET&lt;br /&gt;( ) Children of the Corn&lt;br /&gt;( ) My Boss' Daughter&lt;br /&gt;(x) Maid in Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;( ) Frailty&lt;br /&gt;( ) War of the Worlds&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rush Hour&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rush Hour 2&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Best Bet&lt;br /&gt;( ) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days&lt;br /&gt;( ) She's All That&lt;br /&gt;( ) Calendar Girls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sideways&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mars Attacks&lt;br /&gt;( ) Event Horizon&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ever After&lt;br /&gt;(x) Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;( ) Big Trouble in Little China&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Terminator&lt;br /&gt;(x) Terminator 2&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) X-Men&lt;br /&gt;(x) X2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider-Man&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider-Man 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sky High&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jeepers Creepers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jeepers Creepers 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Catch Me If You Can&lt;br /&gt;( ) Just my luck&lt;br /&gt;( ) Freaky Friday&lt;br /&gt;( ) Reign of Fire&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Hot Chick&lt;br /&gt;( ) Shrek&lt;br /&gt;( ) Shrek 2&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Swimfan&lt;br /&gt;( ) Miracle&lt;br /&gt;( ) Old School&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;( ) K-Pax&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King&lt;br /&gt;(x) A Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;( ) Boogeyman&lt;br /&gt;(x) The 40-year-old-virgin&lt;br /&gt;( ) Wedding crashers&lt;br /&gt;Total: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAND TOTAL: 33&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/8258043-115331244751401052?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/115331244751401052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=115331244751401052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/115331244751401052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/115331244751401052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/07/sadly-if-youve-seen-over-80-movies-you.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-115078497384930094</id><published>2006-06-20T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T14:29:33.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised how fucking selfish some people can be. And how Dad and Bernard(that bloody bastard- I would call Dad the same thing if it weren't so disrespecful) can be so totally against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's this new thingy right, that is like an online movie rental thingy, and we have this free trial till the July 3. So they were selecting movies just now and I came and I was like can I choose? And Dad actually told me to keep quiet and that I would not have a choice. Like WTF. And Bernard(that bastard) agreed. So I was just making this fuss out of it because, I mean, seriously WTF... I mean... THEY WERE CHOOSING BLOODY DOCUMENTARIES AND I DON'T EVEN LIKE THEM. And the ironical thing: Bernard (THAT FUCKING BASTARD) always wants us to watch a movie together and all the movies he chooses are those that he likes, who the fuck would want to watch them with him. OMG. PLS LA, IF YOU WANT TO WATCH MOVIES THAT NO ONE ELSE LIKES BLOODY WATCH THEM BY YOUR FUCKING SELF!!!!! Then, Bernard (THAT FUCKING BASTARD) was like you can have 50 movies on the waiting list (they only send you three at a time) so you can choose yours later. Seriously man. WTF. By the time it comes to my turn don't you think the trial will be over. BLOODY HELL!!!!!!!ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So what you're trying to say is that we should watch all your choices first and it really doesn't matter if I don't get to watch any of my chioces la. UGH!!!!!!!! I know I just keep using stuff like argh and ugh, but you know what, there's nth else that can really express how angry I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate Bernard &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(THAT FUCKING BASTARD). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know he's my ONLY brother and all, but still. I don't think I can ever get over how bloody selfish he is. Like you know there was once, on my 17th birthday, we were in Pulau Redang, and my uncle was asking who wanted to learn scuba diving, and I was pretty keen on it. So I told him that I wanted to. Then the night before, when he was confirming who wanted to go, Bernard turned to me and said that we've already spent so much on the holiday, and that the scuba diving was so expensive, and that I shouldn't go. So I was like okay, since anyway he wasn't going. Then the following morning just before the diving session, my uncle came again to ask if who wanted to go. And we were all still half asleep. Then Mom asked if I really didn't want to go, and I was like yeah, since Bernard isn't going anyway. Then Bernard suddenly jumped up and said that he's going. I was so shocked I couldn't even react. So in the end I didn't go and he and the rest did. When they got back, I said I thought he'd said that we'd already spent so much, so why did he go? And he said that since I wasn't going it'd be fine that he did. I was so sad, hurt and irritated. I mean, I totally missed out on an opportunity and its just because of some warped reasoning of his. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK IT ALL!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now he's watching the movie without me that he told me to wait for him to watch. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BASTARD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-115078497384930094?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/115078497384930094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=115078497384930094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/115078497384930094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/115078497384930094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-just-realised-how-fucking-selfish.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-114923742218489183</id><published>2006-06-02T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T16:37:02.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOU told your friend(who so happens to be in my school) who told my friend's friend(who is also MY friend), who told my friend who questioned me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh how much worse can this day get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-114923742218489183?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/114923742218489183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=114923742218489183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114923742218489183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114923742218489183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-told-your-friendwho-so-happens-to.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-114813220181135964</id><published>2006-05-20T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T21:36:41.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welllllll... I got a new piece today. Schubert's (as usual(?)) Rondo D959 written in September 1828. Ooh. He wrote this the year he died. LOL. It's 17 pages long...17!! (Urk)... And after just about 20 minutes of practising, I'm seriously beginning to have doubts on whether I can learn it. BUT. I shall. I WILL LEARN IT. Anyway, I just thought that since I'm going to spend most of this year playing Schubert I should porbably do some research on him and get to know him a bit better. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Franz Schubert - Classical/Early Romantic (Born - Vienna, 31 January 1797; Died - Vienna, 19 November 1828, aged 31)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you go to see him during the day, he says,"Hello, how are you?-Good!" and goes on working, whereupon you go away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Schubert spent his life largely in Vienna, enjoying the company of friends, but never holding any position in the musical establishment or attracting the kind of patronage that Beethoven had twenty years earlier. His final years were clouded by illness, as the result of a syphilitic infection, and he died in 1828, leaving much unfinished. His gifts had been most notably expressed in song, his talent for melody always evident in his other compositions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All Schubert's music, even the happiest, has a tinge of sadness; the works of his last years, when illness increasingly afflicted him, are at an extreme of poignancy. In March 1828 he gave a public concert of his works in Vienna. It made a profit for him, but none of the city's music critics attended. He died on 19 November 1828 and was buried near to Beethoven at Währing. Both composers were later exhumed and reburied in the Central Cemetery of Vienna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Many of the works by Schubert which we hold most dear were not performed until several years after his death. As a composer of songs he has no equal in fertility of melodic invention, but all his work is so graced with melody of the most seraphic kind that there was at one time a tendency to regard him as an ‘undisciplined’ composer for whom form meant little. How wrong a judgement this was can be realized simply by studying the great chamber works and late pianoforte sonatas alone. He ranks among the very greatest of composers in all forms except opera, and concertos (of which he wrote none), and the listener has a lifetime of discoveries among his vast output.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/320/Schubert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A &lt;em&gt;Schubertiad&lt;/em&gt; (Schubert evening) in a Viennese salon, where only Schubert's music was played.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.classicalarchives.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.classicalarchives.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-114813220181135964?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/114813220181135964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=114813220181135964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114813220181135964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114813220181135964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/05/welllllll.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-114785939356676818</id><published>2006-05-18T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T17:50:45.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah well... I lost my pencil case. Or rather some bloody idiot (fumes) stole it from outside the library. Its the second time this has happened to me. Maybe I just lead a cursed life (resigned sigh). Well okay maybe it was my problem that I left it outside the library for the long weekend. But I was the last to leave on Thursday and the first to get back on Monday morning. Who can beat that... Moreover, shouldn't people be more morally upright than to just steal someone's pencil case, be it the cleaner or just some other student? Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Phoebe and Galvin saw how upset I was and got me a new one. Thanks so much, Phoebe and Galvin. Can't express my appreciation enough. Honestly. But the thing is, I really don't think it's "me". I mean, I think I had an idea of what I wanted as a replacement, and this just wasn't it. I'm really sorry if you're reading this and I really don't mean to hurt you, but I do hope you'll understand that I'm not that kind of person who would learn to like something just because I'm forced to live with it. I'm more the sort that will see something and say to myself "I just HAVE to get that." Anyhow, I will be using it till I get another one. Which (unfortunately) might be soon. Apparently, Liyana Oon Kee, Cindy and You Mei are still the ones who know me best. For they knew that it wasn't me. Ah well...So people who are reading this, please consult me if you want to get me anything, unless you're absolutely sure I'll like it:) Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent a fortune on new stationery this week. And I still need to get a calculator. Ugh. Let's add up the cost of everything I need(want) / have to pay for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pencil case(plus stationery and calculator) - $60&lt;br /&gt;Bag(to fit everything in so I don't need to carry stuff around in my arms and risk losing it) - $100&lt;br /&gt;Hiking pants - $60&lt;br /&gt;Shoes - $100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lycra - $20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's: $60+$100+$60+$100(cool pattern)+$20= $340&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOoooooooooooooo. That's a hell lot of money!! Well let's see... Hmm... I don't really NEED the shoes that badly. So that's a hundred less. I can probably ask Mom for the money for the lycra without feeling that bad(heh), so that's another $20 off. So now the sum is $220. How the hell am I going to come up with so much? Ugh. I don't know. I may consider asking Mom for the bag as an eighteenth birthday present. After all, I havent had a proper one for approximately twelve of my eighteen birthdays so far even though I've had lovely holidays. So that's ANOTHER hundred off, which makes it $120. Which I really don't need THAT urgently. Except for that $60 for the hiking pants, which I probably can come up with soon. So, that's taken care of. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The new sailing Ex-co:(Shhh. No one's supposed to know. Yet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Capt- Terence (Good Luck. I'm sure you can do it. We have faith in you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vice Capt- Annmarie (Woah. Where did you come from? But I'm sure you'll do it well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Secretary/Treasurer- LeSi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;QM(Laser)- Jun Kai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;QM(420)- Leonard (Sorry we couldn't put you as capt.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PTI- Nai Yu (We know you had high expectations for yourself. Don't be too disappointed and make the best of what you have. And PLEASE dont ask me for an explanation.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty exhausted from the planning and analysing. AND I have an essay and estimation tutorial to do. So. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-114785939356676818?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/114785939356676818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=114785939356676818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114785939356676818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114785939356676818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/05/yeah-well.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-114753433755139648</id><published>2006-05-14T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T23:39:30.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoo. I'm feeling really strange. I'm getting irritated at the slightest things. It's not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My patience is so voilatile these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait. What 'maybe'? It IS school. It HAS to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. You know what, I woke up at 11 am and I felt sleepy again at 3pm. LOLS. Moreover, before we came out from JB yesterday, I was asleep for about half an hour on the sofa in JB. God, I'm such a pig. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS BECAUSE OF SCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sign off for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-114753433755139648?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/114753433755139648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=114753433755139648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114753433755139648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114753433755139648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/05/whoo.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-114640936764514841</id><published>2006-05-01T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T23:02:47.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/1600/IMG_1219%20edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/320/IMG_1219%20edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-114640936764514841?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/114640936764514841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=114640936764514841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114640936764514841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114640936764514841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-114568477529351841</id><published>2006-04-22T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T13:46:15.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tonight I Wanna Cry - Keith Urban&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone in this house again tonight&lt;br /&gt;I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;Theres pictures of you and I on the walls around me the way that it was and should have been surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get over you walking away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I thought that being strong meant never losing your self-control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To hell with my pride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let it fall like rain, from my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight I wanna cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it help if i turned a sad song on"All by Myself" would sure hit me hard, now that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never get over you by hiding this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I thought that being strong meant never losing your self-control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To hell with my pride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let it fall like rain, from my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight I wanna cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I thought that being strong meant never losing your self-control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To hell with this pride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let it fall like rain, from my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight I wanna cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-114568477529351841?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/114568477529351841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=114568477529351841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114568477529351841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114568477529351841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/04/tonight-i-wanna-cry-keith-urban-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-114446884216548683</id><published>2006-04-08T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T12:00:42.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY. I finally changed the layout! Its long overdue. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-114446884216548683?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/114446884216548683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=114446884216548683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114446884216548683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114446884216548683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/04/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-114415588602795434</id><published>2006-04-04T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T21:04:46.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;INSPIRED&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/8258043-114415588602795434?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/114415588602795434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=114415588602795434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114415588602795434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114415588602795434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/04/inspired.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-114398520191563094</id><published>2006-04-02T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T21:43:54.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/1600/menisevil.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/400/menisevil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. MEN ARE EVILLLLLLL!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-114398520191563094?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/114398520191563094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=114398520191563094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114398520191563094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114398520191563094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/04/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-114364621656845971</id><published>2006-03-29T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:30:16.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welll... BTs are finally over. OK they have been for a week. And I'm still slacking. Which is NOT GOOD. I have to start preparing for MYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've come to realise that I'm a REALLY competitive person. And that I have VERY high expectations for myself. So much so that if I don't reach those expectations, I'll become very upset. I'm not sure if that's good or bad, but I'm guessing that it can work both ways, though it seems to be doing more harm than good to me. Just take the GP BT results for example. I didn't do that well, or rather not up to my own expectations, and I'm really feeling bad now, like I just can't get it right. I keep telling myself that I have to get an A1 for GP and when I don't, I feel so discouraged and as if I'll never be able to make it. I try to console myself that I chose the wrong essay question, but deep down I keep questioning myself in that's really the case or not. I wonder if I can really wirte a good essay if the question is of a suitable difficulty for me. And I find that I really don't know if I can. And the more I try, the harder it is when I fail to achieve my target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the problem of reaching the next level of results. Say in sailing. I know that I've improved a lot since I started racing, and yet no matter how hard I try, I don't seem to be able to get to the next level of racing. I train three times a week, two water trainings and one PT, and yet I still cannot achieve my personal expectation of getting into the national team. I imagone myself on a ladder sometimes, and I feel like the national team is on the next rung, and I'm just inches away from grabbing on and pullng myself up. Why why why is it so difficult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets so frustrating after a while that I just feel like giving up, but I know I can't and won't because that's what my dream is, and I don't let go of my dreams so easily. But there comes a time when I jsut have to ask myself &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT DO I DO NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-114364621656845971?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/114364621656845971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=114364621656845971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114364621656845971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114364621656845971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/03/welll.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-114325511177748640</id><published>2006-03-25T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T11:08:41.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Eye Color Is Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourinnereyecolorquiz/blue-eyes.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've got the personality of a blue eyed womenYou're intense and expressive - and always on the goYou've also got a sweet, playful side - which draws men in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnereyecolorquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Inner Eye Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Element is Metal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatelementareyouquiz/metal.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power colors: white, gold, and silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your energy: contracting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your season: fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are persistent (and maybe even a little bit stubborn).&lt;br /&gt;If you see something you want, you go for it.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of strength, and it's difficult to get you down.&lt;br /&gt;Very logical, you tend to analyze everything going on in your life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatelementareyouquiz/"&gt;What Element Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Natural Beauty!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whattypeofbeautyareyouquiz/natural-beauty.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the kind of beauty that every guy dreams about...&lt;br /&gt;One that looks good in the morning - without a stich of makeup&lt;br /&gt;That's doesn't mean you're a total hippie chic though&lt;br /&gt;You have style, but for you, style is effortless&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whattypeofbeautyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Type of Beauty Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D3CDDA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 20% Abnormal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E4E1E8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howabnormalareyouquiz/weird.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for being a psychopath. It is unlikely that you have no soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for having a borderline personality. It is somewhat likely that you are a chaotic mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is unlikely that you are in love with your own reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is unlikely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howabnormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Abnormal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 70% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so weird, you think you're *totally* normal. Right?&lt;br /&gt;But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8258043-114325511177748640?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/114325511177748640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=114325511177748640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114325511177748640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114325511177748640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/03/your-inner-eye-color-is-blueyouve-got.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-114320353825071802</id><published>2006-03-24T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T20:58:16.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK. I should get this out. Or I might just burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. OK. So Ryan wanted to go to the gym. Since a long time ago. But I was always not free. So I said that we'd go after Block Tests. i.e, Thursday afternoon. So at abot 1300 (after Chem), I called him and said i'd be going for lunch first then back home and after that we'd go to the gym. But by the time I ate and got home, it was about three, and Mom wanted me to do some laundry and stuff. So when he SMSed and asked "So how?" I said: "Go with my dad(That's what Mom suggested). Oh, and you might have to pay a day fee or something." And then he said "OK then, bye". Like WTF. So I said "What?" And he said "You made me wait from one and like UGH." and I was like "We can go and try if you want.". And he said"I don't want to go already". And I said"Uh huh. So it's my fault la. Sorry." And he said..."Yeah. Don't talk to me for a while. I'm pissed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what am I supposed to do? I WAS BUSY DAMMIT. And what. You want us to go then find out that you have to pay? Geez. And I only said tht it was my fualt because I wanted to make the point that you made me feel like it was my fault. ARGHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I feel worse now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-114320353825071802?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/114320353825071802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=114320353825071802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114320353825071802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114320353825071802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-114207899842081329</id><published>2006-03-11T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T20:09:58.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think going to the NUS Open House made me more confused instead of clearer on what I want to do. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open House was OK I guess. We went for the Med School talk, and then walked around the exehibition. In the end, I didn't go for the Music and Arts and Social Science talks, but it's not like I REALLY wanted to go. So I guess it was alright. And then we went back to the exehibition and walked around somemore, and then we found out that the School of design and environment was having an exehibition at another building, so we took a shuttle over to see the exehibition. It was really good, as we got to see some of the students' works as well as their studios. As I watched the three students wrking on their project, I felt as though I had been transoprted back in time to the AEP days, when we had to come back especially to do our projects. But as they did their intricate model, I found myself thinking of how rewarding it would be to see the finished product. And that made me think about applying for architecture or industrial design. LOL. Stupid right. So in that sense, I felt more confused with regard to which course to apply for. LOL. And THEN, on the way back in the shuttle, we were talking to the tour guide and she was telling us about Sociology, and I was like: Oh that sounds interesting. Maybe I should consider. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess I'll just work extra hard and pray that my hard work will pay off and I'll get into Med School. Then I won't need to fall back onto my contingency plan. Whatever THAT is... Probably Psychology, Physiotherapy, applying to an overseas uni, or at the very worst Architecture or Industrial Design or Sociology. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-114207899842081329?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/114207899842081329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=114207899842081329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114207899842081329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114207899842081329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-think-going-to-nus-open-house-made.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-114181574524733812</id><published>2006-03-08T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T19:02:25.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Highly strung now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I'm really pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I messed up my Physics SPA. Got stuck on the scale of the graph. So naturally couldn't continue on the rest of the report. I wanted to start crying during the exam. But I couldnt let that happen. But after SPA, I just couldn't hold back and I just broke down. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. So, about a week or two ago, I promised told Wee Lee that I'd beat Amanda and Teresa in the regatta. The wind was good on the first day. Good for me. So no problem, I beat them for the first race. OK. Second race I OCS-ed. The thing is, I didn't even hear the individual recall after the start. So I had no idea. And besides, there was someone above me. Anyway, that's besides the point. So. Three races on the first day. Forth race was OK. But the wind was not the best for me. Fine. Both beat me. Fith and sixth race, I beat them. OK. Fifth race Teresa beat me. But that's STILL... And the final results: Theresa, Amanda, me. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK!!!&lt;/span&gt;I was totally shocked. I just could not believe my eyes. I mean, I beat Amanda for for of the five races excluding the OCS-es we both made. And what made it worse was that De Kai stupidly went and asked me to collect the prize for Teresa. All because she didn't want to go. GOD. What made me even more irritated, was that I trained SO much more than them. It was so demoralising. I don't know how I'm going to face Wee Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, De Kai asked for payment for the JC2's farewell last year. Originally he said that those who didn't go had to pay only $10, while those who did go had to pay $23. OK. That was reasonable. After all, we were supposed to give the seniors a treat right. OK. But then Teresa had to change things by saying that it was supposed to be compulsory, so everyone had to pay $17. I was shocked. Truly. I mean... What does she want? For us all to give those who went a treat? FAT HOPES. &lt;strong&gt;You pay for your fucking food by your fucking self.&lt;/strong&gt; BLOODY HELL. So I apologised and told De Kai that I wasn't paying $17, and he said that he'd absorb the $7. I feel that he should not though, come to think of it. I can imagine what its like for him, but I think he should not be afraid to put his foot down with regards to Amanda and Teresa. I think he should start being firm with them, if not they will realise that they can have their way with him and just tread all over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've said everything, I realise that most things I haveto complain about have to do with Amanda and Teresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off, Galvin now knows my secret. Not that its a very bad thing, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And block tests are coming up and I haven't really started revising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-114181574524733812?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/114181574524733812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=114181574524733812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114181574524733812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114181574524733812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/03/highly-strung-now.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-114096037243203404</id><published>2006-02-26T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:41:53.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>True or False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a cuddler.: F&lt;br /&gt;I am a morning person.: Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;I am a perfectionist.: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in my PJs.: F&lt;br /&gt;I am currently pregnant.: F&lt;br /&gt;I am currently single.: F&lt;br /&gt;I am currently suffering from a broken heart.: F&lt;br /&gt;I am left handed.: F&lt;br /&gt;I am married.: F&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to myspace.: F&lt;br /&gt;I'm shy around the opposite sex.: F&lt;br /&gt;I bite my nails: F&lt;br /&gt;I currently regret something I have done.: F&lt;br /&gt;When I get mad I curse.: T!T!T!T!T!T!T!T!T!&lt;br /&gt;I don't like anyone.: F&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy country music.: F&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy Jazz.: T&lt;br /&gt;I have a car.: F&lt;br /&gt;I have a cell phone.: T&lt;br /&gt;I have a pet.: T&lt;br /&gt;I have a tendency to fall for the wrong guy/girl.: Err..&lt;br /&gt;I have been to another country.: T&lt;br /&gt;I have been told that I'm smart.: T... hehs&lt;br /&gt;I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor.: F&lt;br /&gt;I have had a broken bone.: F&lt;br /&gt;I have caller ID on my phone: F!F!F!F!F!F!F!&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a lot over the past year.: T&lt;br /&gt;I have had surgery.: F&lt;br /&gt;I have killed another person.: F&lt;br /&gt;I have had my hair cut within the last week.: F!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have had the cops called on me.: F&lt;br /&gt;I have kissed someone I knew I shouldn't.: F&lt;br /&gt;I have kissed someone of the same gender.: T... MY MOM! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I have mood swings.: T&lt;br /&gt;I have rejected someone before.: T&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the Lord of the Rings trilogy.: T&lt;br /&gt;I have watched Sex and the City.: F&lt;br /&gt;I like Shakesphere.: Err...&lt;br /&gt;I love to cook.: F. I like it. Dont LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson.: F&lt;br /&gt;I love sleeping.: T&lt;br /&gt;I love to shop.: F&lt;br /&gt;I miss someone right now.: T&lt;br /&gt;I own over 100 cds.: F&lt;br /&gt;I own over 100 dvds.: F&lt;br /&gt;I own &amp;amp; use a library card.: T&lt;br /&gt;I read books for pleasure in my spare time.: T&lt;br /&gt;I sleep a lot during the day.: F&lt;br /&gt;I strongly dislike math: F&lt;br /&gt;I think Britney Spears is pretty.: F&lt;br /&gt;I was born in a country other than the US.: T&lt;br /&gt;I watch Soap Operas on a regular basis.: F&lt;br /&gt;I will try almost anyting once.: T. (ALMOST)&lt;br /&gt;I work at a job that I enjoy.: F. STILL studying&lt;br /&gt;I would classify myself as ghetto.: ?&lt;br /&gt;I can name all seven dwarfs from Snow White?: F&lt;br /&gt;I am currently wearing socks.: F&lt;br /&gt;I am tired.: F&lt;br /&gt;I am over this quiz.: T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-114096037243203404?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/114096037243203404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=114096037243203404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114096037243203404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114096037243203404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/02/true-or-false-i-am-cuddler.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-114086862883126267</id><published>2006-02-25T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T19:57:08.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read a note my Grandma wrote back in 1923&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Boy, you might not understand, but a long, long time ago,&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's daddy didn't like me none, but I love your Grandma so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together&lt;br /&gt;Get married in the first town we came to and live forever&lt;br /&gt;But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet instead&lt;br /&gt;I found this letter, and this is what it said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you get there before I do&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on me&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you when my chores are through&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long I'll be&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna let you down&lt;br /&gt;Darling wait and see&lt;br /&gt;And between now and then&lt;br /&gt;Til' I see you again I'll be loving you&lt;br /&gt;Love, Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read those words just hours before my Grandma passed away&lt;br /&gt;In the doorway of the church where me and Grandpa stopped to pray&lt;br /&gt;I know I've never seen him cry in all my fifteen years&lt;br /&gt;But as he said these words to her, his eyes fill up with tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you get there before I do&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on me&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you when my chores are through&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long I'll be&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna let you down&lt;br /&gt;Darling wait and see&lt;br /&gt;And between now and then&lt;br /&gt;Til' I see you again I'll be loving you&lt;br /&gt;Love, Me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-114086862883126267?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/114086862883126267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=114086862883126267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114086862883126267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114086862883126267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-read-note-my-grandma-wrote-back-in.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-114070439541618876</id><published>2006-02-23T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T22:19:55.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great" - Comte DeBussy- Rabutin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True. So true. Think about it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to do the MBTI for Compass today. It was fun. And apparently I am: E - Extroverted&lt;br /&gt;        S - Sensing&lt;br /&gt;        T - Thinking&lt;br /&gt;        J - Judging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? Extroverted? Haha. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math and Physics tests was HORRID. I should have just not studied. After all, it didn't make a difference even though I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it. Nothing else much happened this week. TMR IS FINALLY FRIDAY! YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-114070439541618876?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/114070439541618876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=114070439541618876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114070439541618876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/114070439541618876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/02/absence-is-to-love-what-wind-is-to.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-113983266683983485</id><published>2006-02-13T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T20:57:52.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"‘T’is neither here nor there." - Shakespeare's &lt;em&gt;Othello (Act IV, Scene III).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired today. School and movie. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh... Has a talk with Mr. Max Cheong about GP tuition. You Mei and I wanted it, but come to think of it, I don't want a repeat of the Sec3/Sec4 Geog teacher episode. So I guess it's all for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chen Xi asked me the other day if I wanted to join nat. I told him I couldn't commit the time, and maybe after the As. But then again, how will I fit that into my after exam schedule. LOL. But I WILL do it. Somehow or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a Math test on Monday, and  Physics test on Tuesday, both of which I intend to pass with a C at least. So. I'm gonna spend tomorrow and Sunday studying. LOL. Sunday no training. YAY:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-113983266683983485?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/113983266683983485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=113983266683983485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113983266683983485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113983266683983485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/02/tis-neither-here-nor-there.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-113957853128086606</id><published>2006-02-11T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T21:35:31.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Midsummer Night's Dream - William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;"The course of true love never did run smooth". - (Act I, Scene I).&lt;br /&gt;"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind". - (Act I, Scene I).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In the spirit of Valentine's Day, or Friendship day, as we choose to call it in MJC:) LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that' s besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 5th Feb 2006. Training was OK. Though only two poeple went. No prizes for guessing who they were. The wind was crazy, as it had been for the past two weeks or so. All the more Uncle Tonny wanted us to go out. The sailing was tough. We were totally tired out by the time we got back to shore. And yet we had to bring the boats up the slippery slipway (I guess that's why they're called &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SLIP&lt;/span&gt;ways)and out them up on the racks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week was as usual. Lessons. Tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One. Wee Lee told me that if I'm willing to commit and train with the nats I'll probably stand a good chance of getting in. But the question is whether or not I can afford the time. I also found out about the Physiotherapy course in NYP. Three more years in Singapore. I don't know. That may give me the opportunity to train with the nats. Hmms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two. All I'm saying is: I don't know. Yet. I have 3 days, 3 hours and 26 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-113957853128086606?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/113957853128086606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=113957853128086606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113957853128086606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113957853128086606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/02/midsummer-nights-dream-william.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-113777085568374147</id><published>2006-01-20T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T23:27:35.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This has been one HELL of a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-113777085568374147?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/113777085568374147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time after time, by Eva Cassidy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick&lt;br /&gt;And think of you&lt;br /&gt;Turning in circles confusion&lt;br /&gt;Is nothing new&lt;br /&gt;Flashback to warm nights&lt;br /&gt;Almost left behind&lt;br /&gt;Suitcase of memories&lt;br /&gt;Time after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you picture me&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking too far ahead&lt;br /&gt;You're calling to me, I can't hear&lt;br /&gt;What you've said&lt;br /&gt;Then you say--go slow&lt;br /&gt;I fall behind&lt;br /&gt;The second hand unwinds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;If you're lost you can look--and you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;If you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;If you fall I will catch you--I will be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my picture fades and&lt;br /&gt;arkness has&lt;br /&gt;Turned to gray&lt;br /&gt;Watching through windows--I'm wondering&lt;br /&gt;If ou're OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said go slow--&lt;br /&gt;I fall behind&lt;br /&gt;The drum beats out of time--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're lost you can look--and you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;If you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Time after time If you fall I will catch you--I will be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-113723869567788230?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/113723869567788230/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-113681230210263786</id><published>2006-01-09T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T21:13:24.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We got our yearbooks today, and here are some of the comments of the 05S104 teachers... FYI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Quek: &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;" What lies behind and what lies before us are small to the matters compared to what lies within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oliver Wendell Holmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It matters little what has passed, or what has failed in life thus far,&lt;br /&gt;Nor challenges sown upon our path in reaching for the highest star.&lt;br /&gt;But learn from all that have transpired, take courage, have faith in future dreams.&lt;br /&gt;And strive to show the world around you, that success is not always what they dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cia: &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;If not now, then when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cheong: &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;True education begins the day you stop asking for the right answers and start asking the right questions. The former reproduces, the latter creates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Koh: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He who heeds discipline shows the way to life, but whoever ignores correction leads the others astray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lim(quoting Einstein): &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;" The ideals that have lighted my way and time after time have given me new courage to face life cheerfully, have been Kindness, Beauty and Truth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-113681230210263786?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/113681230210263786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=113681230210263786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113681230210263786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113681230210263786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/01/we-got-our-yearbooks-today-and-here.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-113663163764370145</id><published>2006-01-07T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T19:02:01.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much." were most of the comments. No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That group of students moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "Yes." Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot." After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. "We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of = &gt;his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it." Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. "Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it." All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home." Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.". "I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary." Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her purse and showed her frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times, " Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists." That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again. The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reap what you sow, what you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;05S104, this is for you all:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cindy- My partner in crime:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liyana- Thanks for your listening ear when I needed one, and for being the class treasurer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oon Kee- Thanks for making me feel better when I was down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yen Chyi- I'll miss you:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You Mei- Thanks for being there for me as a friend as well as the Vice CG Rep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Andy- Thanks for making my job as CG Rep easier, being so enthusiastic and spontanoeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ying Lin- Thanks for being Math Rep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Galvin- You infuriate me. My New Year's resolution is not to even try arguring with you. Still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Samuel- So blur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mitch- I haven't forgotten the help you were with the class tee. Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ashley- Thanks for making me laugh. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Franco- Miss Lim's Rep. You must have gone through hell for us. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wei Lun- You are the the most humourous of the lot. Even though you piss me off sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joshua- The quiet one. But always there if I need you. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boon How- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So blur! But never fails to brighten my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Benedict- Always reliable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wei Yao- Never contactable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Justin- Always reliable. Thanks for the comforting words when I needed them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alvin- You don't deserve to be a councillor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Philip- I don't know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kok Boon- Why so unresponsive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LiHong- You hardly came to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hui Wen- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No matter what I said about you. Thanks for challenging me and giving me the opportunity to be your CG Rep. Not many people have that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-113663163764370145?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/113663163764370145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=113663163764370145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113663163764370145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113663163764370145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-day-teacher-asked-her-students-to.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-113637183107632221</id><published>2006-01-05T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T18:52:49.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hitch is a funny movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitch is a nice movie.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitch:"Life is not the amount of breaths you take, it's the moments that take your breath away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitch:"Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink. But if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love. If you must steal, steal away from bad company. If you must cheat, cheat death. And if you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitch:"Because that's what people do. They leap, and hope to God they can fly, because otherwise. you just drop like a rock, wondering the whole way down, why in the &lt;em&gt;hell&lt;/em&gt; did I jump? But here I am, Sara, falling, and the only one that makes me feel like I can fly... is you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-113637183107632221?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/113637183107632221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=113637183107632221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113637183107632221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113637183107632221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2006/01/hitch-is-funny-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-113498733195220889</id><published>2005-12-19T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T18:17:10.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"What 's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Juliet, Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet: Act 2 Scene 2, William Shakespeare&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-113498733195220889?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/113498733195220889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=113498733195220889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113498733195220889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113498733195220889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-s-in-name-that-which-we-call-rose.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-113319657114979701</id><published>2005-11-29T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T00:49:31.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is my life palgued with so many unanswered questions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-113319657114979701?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/113319657114979701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=113319657114979701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113319657114979701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113319657114979701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-is-my-life-palgued-with-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-113319506253127925</id><published>2005-11-29T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:55:11.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Don't want to miss a thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could stay awake just to hear you breathing&lt;br /&gt;Watch your smile while you are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;While you're far away and dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever&lt;br /&gt;Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't want to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd miss you babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream would never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lying close to you&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your heart beating&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering what you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing&lt;br /&gt;And then I kiss your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And thank God we're together&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stay with you in this moment forever&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't want to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd miss you babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream would never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to miss one smile&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss one kiss&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Right here with you just like this&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hold you close&lt;br /&gt;Feel your heart so close to mine&lt;br /&gt;And just stay here in this moment&lt;br /&gt;For all the rest of time&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't want to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream would never do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd still miss you babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this song in the car just now. And suddenly, it just made me wonder: Have I made any choices that I will live to regret? Have I just let too many opportunities slip past, that one day, when I look back on my life, I will think: What have I done? Would I be happier if I had taken that opportunity, made that choice, or even said the right thing? Don't ask me why I suddenly thought of this. I just did. Strange, isn't it? It would be understandable if it were some other song, maybe &lt;em&gt;If tomorow Never Comes. &lt;/em&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just occured to me: this month's training will be one of the last months that I will be able to train without any worries, without any burdens, or with a heavy heart. From next year, I will not be able to train intensively, and it makes me wonder if I have really treasured the years that I have been given to sail. Then, I take a look at all my peers. Those who have made it to the national team, those who have made it big. I have, at one time or another, trained with them, and was on par with them. What have they got that I don't have, being able to do well?Perserverence and determination? Skill and talent? Or were they just plain lucky? I don't know, but I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; know what I have to do to make it: work hard. Can I do it? I have no idea. But what other alternative is there besides trying? Give up? No way. I've tried too hard to give up now. But what's going to happen to my sailing after JC? 'I don't know. And I'm scared. Scared that I will lose interest in something that I've put so much effort into. Scared that I will lose my passion for sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is my music. What's going to happen after my A Levels? Go to university and get a degree in some medical course? Not that it's a bad thing. But what about my music? This is something I want to do. Something I feel I can do well in. Then again, I think about all those younger than me, but already representing Singapore in music competitions all around the world. And once again I ask myself: What do they have that I don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to continue sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to continue music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like a case of Jack of all trades. Or should I say Jane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going to change next year. Call me stupid, but I don't want this change to happen. It's frighteneing at the speed time is going by. Before I know it, it will be time to return to school, time for block tests, time for prelims, and finally, the BIG &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A LEVELS&lt;/span&gt;. And yet, I'm not prepared for life after the A's. What do I do? Take things slowly, take a year off to try different things, just sort my life out? Or just focus on getting my degree before I let my hair down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's so strange. People plan so far into the future, when they don't even know what tomorrow brings. Myself included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But isn't it better this way, rather than go through life without a goal, without a destination? Yet another problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I tell myself. You're using the word I too many times. Why are you so selfish? Why don't you think of others? And I find I have no answer for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I find that I'm more confused after all this typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who bothered reading until the end of my musings: Thanks. Sheesh, I really feel like I'm one big nut job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-113319506253127925?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/113319506253127925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=113319506253127925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113319506253127925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113319506253127925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2005/11/dont-want-to-miss-thing-aerosmith-i.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-113291061451788483</id><published>2005-11-26T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T17:32:32.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Why not?" Rhyme answered. "Tell me. Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well..." It seemed as if the arguments against suicide were so obvious she was having troube articulating them. "Because..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because &lt;/em&gt;why&lt;em&gt;, Sachs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For one thing, its cowardly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhyme laughed. "Do you want to debate it, Sachs?&lt;/em&gt; Do &lt;em&gt;you? Fair enough. 'Cowardly,' you say. That leads us to Sir Thomas Browne: 'When life is more terrible than death, it's the truest valour to live.' Courage in the face of insurmountable adversity... A classic argument in favour of living. But if that's true then why anesthetize patients before surgery? Why sell asprin? Why fix broken arms? Why is Prozac the most prescribed medicine in America? Sorry, but nothing intrinsically good about pain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you're not in pain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And how do you define pain, Sachs? Maybe the absence of all feeling can be pain too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can contribute so much. Look at all you know. All the forensics, all the history."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The social- contribution argument. That's a popular one." He glanced at Berger but the medico remained silent. Rhyme saw his intrest dip to the bone sitting on the table- the pale disk of spinal column. He picked it up, kneaded it in his cuffed hands. He was a former orthopedics man, Rhyme recalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued to Sachs, "But who says we should contribute anything to life? Besides, the corollary is I might contribute something bad, I might cause some harm too. To myself or someone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's what life is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhyme smiled. "But I'm choosing death, not life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sachs looked uneasy as she thought hard. "It's just... death isn't natural. Life is."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No? Freud'd disagree with you. He gave up on the pleasure principle and came to feel that there was another force- a non-erotic primary aggression, he called it. Working to unbind the connections we build in life. Our own destruction's a perfectly natural force. Everything dies; what's more natural than that?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from &lt;em&gt;The Bone Collector&lt;/em&gt; by Jeffery Deaver, Pg 311 to 312&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-113291061451788483?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/113291061451788483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=113291061451788483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113291061451788483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113291061451788483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-not-rhyme-answered.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-113206303240402916</id><published>2005-11-16T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T21:57:12.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your fairy is Thorn Willowglow&lt;br /&gt;She is a caster of weird dreams.&lt;br /&gt;She lives in brambles and blackberry bushes.&lt;br /&gt;She is only seen in the light of a full moon.&lt;br /&gt;She wears purple and green like berries and leaves. She has delicate green coloured wings like a cicada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-113206303240402916?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/113206303240402916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=113206303240402916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113206303240402916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113206303240402916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2005/11/your-fairy-is-thorn-willowglow-she-is.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-113196746030574770</id><published>2005-11-15T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T19:24:20.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Paradox Of Our Times&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today we have bigger houses and smaller families.&lt;br /&gt;More conveniences , but less time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Have More degrees, but less common sense.&lt;br /&gt;More knowledge , but less judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have more experts, but more problems.&lt;br /&gt;More medicine, but less wellness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend too recklessly.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh too little.&lt;br /&gt;Drive too fast.&lt;br /&gt;Get to angry too qickly.&lt;br /&gt;Stay up too late.&lt;br /&gt;Read too little.&lt;br /&gt;Watch TV too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And pray too seldom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We multiplied our possessions, but reduce our values.&lt;br /&gt;We talk too much, love too little and lie too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve learned how to make living, but not a life.&lt;br /&gt;We’ve added years to life, not life to years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers.&lt;br /&gt;Wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.&lt;br /&gt;We spend more, but have less.&lt;br /&gt;We buy more, enjoy it less.&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been all the way to the moon and back,&lt;br /&gt;but have trouble crossing the street to meet our neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;We’ve conquered outer space,&lt;br /&gt;but not inner space&lt;br /&gt;We’ve split the atom,&lt;br /&gt;but not our prejudice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We write more, learn less,plan more, but accomplish less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We’ve learn to rush, but not to wait.&lt;br /&gt;We have higher incomes , but lower morals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies.&lt;br /&gt;But have less communications.&lt;br /&gt;We are long on quantity,&lt;br /&gt;but less in quality.&lt;br /&gt;These are the time of fast foods and slow digestion.&lt;br /&gt;Tall men , and short character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More leisure and less fun ,more kinds of foods , but less nutrition&lt;br /&gt;Two incomes, but more divorce&lt;br /&gt;Fancier houses, but broken homes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search for knowledge, read more, sit on your front porch and admire the view without paying attention to your needs.&lt;br /&gt;Spend more time with your family and friends, eat your favorite foods, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and visit the places you love .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a chain of moment of enjoyment, not only about survival.&lt;br /&gt;Use your crystal goblets, do not save your best perfume, and use it every time you feel you want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove from vocabulary phrases like “one of these days” and “someday”&lt;br /&gt;Let’s write that letter we thought of writing “ one of these days”&lt;br /&gt;Let’s tell our families and friends how much we love them.&lt;br /&gt;Do not delay anything that adds laughter and joy to your life .&lt;br /&gt;Every day , every hour ,  and every minute is special.&lt;br /&gt;And you don’t know if it will be your last .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-113196746030574770?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/113196746030574770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=113196746030574770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113196746030574770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113196746030574770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2005/11/paradox-of-our-times-today-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-113146411559860359</id><published>2005-11-09T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T23:35:15.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.' We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we subconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we're liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From A RETURN TO LOVE, by Marianne Williamson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-113146411559860359?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/113146411559860359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=113146411559860359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113146411559860359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113146411559860359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2005/11/our-deepest-fear-is-not-that-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-113093720263832043</id><published>2005-11-03T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T23:49:39.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For all those who are not me ( I.E... all you crazy people out there... OK...well except maybe one or two other people) my previous post would have made absolutely no sense whatsoever to you. To which I say: HAH. TOO BAD. Oh... And btw, don't try to make sense of it. It WILL NOT WORK! Hehs:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-113093720263832043?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/113093720263832043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=113093720263832043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113093720263832043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113093720263832043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2005/11/for-all-those-who-are-not-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-113051302266877025</id><published>2005-10-23T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T23:25:27.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What if I had said yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will things turn out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared. Forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-113051302266877025?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/113051302266877025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=113051302266877025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113051302266877025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/113051302266877025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-if-i-had-said-yes-was-that.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-112557623334723559</id><published>2005-09-02T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T20:03:53.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's so stupid... I have so much I want to say but when I sign in and all and this template for a new entry appears in front of me, I'm just at a loss for words. Maybe it's because I'm just no good at putting things into words. I don't know. ARGH... And the next thing I know I'll be opening a new window and doing other stuff while thinking of what to write. Sheesh. And THEN, I'll log off without doing anything at all... I suppose that's why I haven't been updating very often. But maybe its also because I'm so busy with school stuff. I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I lost the stupid PFT form and YingLin's CCA record. What the hell is happening to me? I just feel like I let the class down. What if Mr. Chua refuses to change the results? Everyone will be cursing me! OMG!!!!!!!:( And nothing's actually helping the situation either. Things are just getting from bad to worse for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to write. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day... Thank goodness its the hols next week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-112557623334723559?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/112557623334723559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=112557623334723559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/112557623334723559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/112557623334723559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-so-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-112446058731147398</id><published>2005-08-20T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T22:09:47.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.05S104, PLEASE CO OPERATE!</title><content type='html'>This has been a terrible week. Hah. OK well... It was a terrible Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Teachers' Day coming, the school asked us to do many things, one of which was to organise a class celebration for the teachers. Yep... Well... I didn't really want to do it. I mean... What's the whole point, right? As long as the teachers know we appreciate them. Well... OK and we were going to get them gifts too... As a class. And we were supposed to arrange games too. Come on , be realistic. Do you even think the teachers will participate? OK so it wasn't necessary top be games, but then what other thing can we do? Yeah... So I was panicking, because the deadline is on Monday, and I tried to get the class to give some suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Some did give suggestions, but it just wouldn't work. Liek ordering pizza. FOR BREAKFAST! OMG. So I was lyk getting damn pissed, because the gorls were all doing their own stuff but the guys were all cracking jokes and all sorts of stupid stuff. Then, I lost it. I just went beserk in class. I (almost) shouted at them and all. I think many of them were pretty shocked. It felt good to let it all out la. And Andy was saying that I shouldn't vent my anger on my stuff and all, and those slacking at the back should stop slacking and stuff. OK la... That was quite true, but I really couldn't take it anymore!! So in the end, You Mei took care of all the logistics and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. so everything was OK in the end. I guess. I had training after that. The wind sucked. We spent most of the time rigging up, as we had to teach the beginners. Yeah... But overall it was OK. Wee Lee made us sail with ropes instead of the tiller so as to learn to control the boat with our weight. It was OK la. Not as hard as I expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we had to discuss the open house CG booth with S214. It went OK. We are selling polaroid photos:) COME BUY THEM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-112446058731147398?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/112446058731147398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=112446058731147398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/112446058731147398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/112446058731147398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2005/08/05s104-please-co-operate.html' title='.05S104, PLEASE CO OPERATE!'/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-112279033385320850</id><published>2005-07-31T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T14:12:13.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.million dollar baby?.i wonder.</title><content type='html'>Million Dollar Baby has got to be the best show I've seen all year... Haha. Not that I actually saw many movies this year. Haha. No wonder it won so many awards. Haha. Okay... We watched it on Friday night. We went to Ah Yees house to for waffles (which weren't good.), and ended up watching the show(as well). Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. So... I shall not repeat the whole story. But I learnt so many things from just watching it... Like how not to take everything you can do now for granted. Especially breathing. Imagine living off a respirator! (or whatever it is that you call it)... I mean.. She went from top boxer to a person who couldn't even breath by herself in a matter of seconds. How sad is that... Yeah... And after all that training she had to go through... Just to be (practically) killed by some stupid ex- Berlin prostitute... It just goes to show how much you should treasure what God has given you. So she asked her trainer to kill her by turning off her respirator. And of course he couldn't make himself do it... Well it turned out that he was actually her long lost father... Okay.. But THAT is quite lame... I mean... What's the possibility of that happening...? She was also really determined to get what she wanted, never gave up, even though no one wanted to train her. What a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, besides the whole finding her long lost father thing, the storyline was really good. I wish I could write a story like that. And apparently Hilary Swank (Margret) was in the "Next Karate Kid"... Mum said that but I didn't believer her. Haha. Turns out it's true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get the DVD. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1454/551/320/clint_eastwood131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-112279033385320850?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/112279033385320850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=112279033385320850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/112279033385320850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/112279033385320850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2005/07/million-dollar-babyi-wonder.html' title='.million dollar baby?.i wonder.'/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-112256039750438625</id><published>2005-07-30T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T22:19:57.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.life sucks.</title><content type='html'>Life sucks, FM, especially. Bleah. I was doing my FM tutorials yesterday(on linear algebra), and I coundn't even reduce te blasted thing to the stupid row echelon form!!! ARGH!!! :( I was so bloody pissed that I just multiplied the whole last row by 0 so as to get the RREF. Hahaha. Which ,of course, was wrong. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should be doing my work now. So I think I shall sign off for now:) BYEBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-112256039750438625?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/112256039750438625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=112256039750438625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/112256039750438625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/112256039750438625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-sucks.html' title='.life sucks.'/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-112157147321432259</id><published>2005-07-18T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T11:37:53.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*.....*</title><content type='html'>Heh. Sorry haven't updated for such a long time. Benn really busy with sailing and school and everything. Anyway, I think life's been treating me pretty unfairly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inter schools were OK I guess. The wind on the first 2 days when the girls were sailing wasn't that good. I guss it was sail- able, but I didn't fell like it was that good for me. Well obviously Teresa and Amanda did really well. Haha. That's good too, in a way, cuz even if the wind picked up on the second day, me or Shauna wouldn't be able to help the school team at all anway. The 420s did OK I guess. We got 2nd after SA. Actually, we were tied with them. Except that our 420s were 6th and theirs were 5th. So obviously, they got 2nd instead of us. ARGH!!! Oh yeah... and that stupid VJ girl. The worst of the VJ girls. She's such a liar. She banged my boat on the run down, and I told her to do her penalty. THen she told me that she had OCS, and that I could protest her all I liked. But when I got back to shore and saw the results, she hadn't OCS for that race. WHAT A LIAR. But at least I finished befor her, so it didn't really make a difference weather I protested her or not. I could have prorested the SA 420( Jia Yu and Yu Ling) for blocking me during one race, but then again, I don't think it would have made much of a difference. In the end, I got 11th. Not satisfied at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys did well though. James surprised us by getting 2nd in the second race. (Like WHAT?!?!, right. Haha.) Second! Omg. I can hardly find words to express my surprise. Haha. There was good wind for them for both days and they finished 5 out of 7 races on the first day. Anyway, The SA guys screwed up on the first day. Samuel and Edric were supposed to sail the 420, but somehow they changed their minds and made Ding How the helm instead, without informing the race control. They were actually disqualified, but the appealed against it, and got back into the race. It didn't make a difference, as they were still very far behind on the number of points. Edgar got protested against and lost his case. Someone else also got protested, and also lost. So overall they didn't do well at all. The MJC guys team got third, which is a great achievement for them. I'M NOT BEING SARCASTIC. Congrats guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this whole week has been devoted to catching up on school work I missed last week. I've been really busy, and sleeping at 12+ and all. Furthermore, theres an iterative methods test next week, and I'm not sure I've prepared sufficiently. But I'll try my best all the same. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a sailing BBQ at Amanda's house yesterday. It was quite OK la. I have some piano concert thingy later. Scared that I will screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. My mid- year exam results sucked. F for FM, O for Chem, E for Physics and CM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can life treat me anymore unfairly??:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-112157147321432259?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/112157147321432259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=112157147321432259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/112157147321432259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/112157147321432259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='*.....*'/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-111924690199022410</id><published>2005-06-21T05:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T14:56:10.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Malaysia.HAH.</title><content type='html'>HI! Just got back from Malaysia, P. Redang, etc... Haha. The trip was fun, and I got the break I really needed. Haha. I shall proceed to give you nosy people a play by play account of what happened. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, we drove to Terengganu. It was late by the time we got there even though we started at lyk 6+ am. Hah. We checked into the hotel( if you can really call it a hotel) then went out to eat. The meal was OK I guess, but outrageously expensive. Yup. 'Hotel' Seri Hoover SUCKED. Apparently, two of our room windows were not able to close, and the noise from the traffic (our room was directly next to the main road) was terrible. The rest weren't able to sleep. Hah. Luckily I was, as I was really tired from the sailing and so on. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. The second day, we drove up to Kota Bharu. It was a total waste of time. Hah. By the time we got there, we only had time to eat and walk round the Central Market (half the stores were closed) before we had to go back. So there went the second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, we headed for P. Redang. The ferry ride was OK, I guess. Nothing much interesting happened. When we got there, we headed for the hotel. Berjaya Resort. THIS was a hotel. Hah. We spent the rest of the day just swimming around. For dinner, we went to a &lt;em&gt;warung &lt;/em&gt;outside the hotel. The food was good, but they tried to cheat us. Of about 50 RM. (we didn't patronize their stall after that. HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the forth day, we went for a round island trip. We went to the marine park, which wasn't very nice at all. The stupid lifeguard was damn irritating. I think she thought she was damn good la... You see, the current was very strong, and she kept telling us to go back, not knowing that it was really hard to go back. And after that, she just kept screaming at us to get closer to shore. Then we went to a few other places and even saw baby sharks! Haha. OK... Yupp. Haha. If I get pics, I'll put them up. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth day was fun. We trekked to Pasir Panjang (the baby sharks place) and ate there. And swam too la. Haha. We started walking back only when it was getting dark, so we had to hike through the jungle in semi- darkness. It was really fun. though. :) When we were closer to the hotel, it started pouring like crazy. And we got caught in the rain. It was bloody cold, but really fun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my birthday was great too. Bernard, Nerine and Yee Ma went scuba diving. I would have gone too, but that stupid ass Bernard made me feel so guilty about going, saying that it was so expensive, and that we shouldn't spend anymore. Then he himself went. ASSHOLE. You know, if he hadn't gone it wouldn't have been too bad, but HE SUDDENLY CHANGED HIS MIND AND WENT!! ARGH!!! Anyway, we treated them to dinner at Aima's Grilled Fish Restaurant(outside the hotel) It was good. Actually we had most of our meal at Aima's. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp. So that's about it. I had a really good time. :) I wish it had lased longer though. Haha. But then if it had lasted too long, it wouldn't be a novelty, and it would have been too boring, I guess. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-111924690199022410?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/111924690199022410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=111924690199022410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/111924690199022410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/111924690199022410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2005/06/malaysiahah.html' title='.Malaysia.HAH.'/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-111840889695786371</id><published>2005-06-11T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T21:08:16.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Bored.</title><content type='html'>1. Your name- Claudia&lt;br /&gt;2. Where were your parents born?- Mum: Malaysia Dad: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last thing you downloaded- Nth. DONT DL STUFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;4.What is your favourite restaurant?- Too many to name. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you swam in a pool?- Earlier this year?? Haha&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever been in a school play ?- Is choir counted?&lt;br /&gt;7. How many kids do you want- Don't know. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;8. Type of music you DISLIKE most ?- Heavy Metal&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you registered to vote?- Nopes.&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have a car?- Ha. I wish&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you like rollercoasters?- WOOOHOOOO&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever prank call any1 b4? Yeah. Haha. When I was young *Grins sheepishly*&lt;br /&gt;13. Chatting with- Adrian the teletubbies lover.. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you go bungee jumping or skydiving?- YEAH!! WOOOOHOOO&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you shy- Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you think you're popular- No.&lt;br /&gt;17. What's the size of your bed- Single. It's really old.&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you really know all the words to your national anthem- Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;19. Bath or Shower- Shower. Short ones. If not all the yucky skin thingies on my palms will start showing. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;20. Best movie you've seen in the past 4 month- Star Wars? HAHA. OK la. The visual effects were good.HAHA. I gotta have a Star Wars movie marathon.&lt;br /&gt;21. What's the next movie you want to see ?- HARRY POTTER!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;22. Chips or popcorn- Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you ever broke a person's heart ?- Think so(and if you - you know who you are-actually read this, IM SORRY! I know it may not mean much now, but I guess it's better to day it, right?). Doesn't sound like me right *Halo appears*Haha.&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you love someone?- ME! HAHA. Plus many more pple!! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you a good cook?- Baking? OK. Cooking? NO!&lt;br /&gt;26. Orange or apple juice- Apple. ORANGE JUICE IS EVILLLL!!!&lt;br /&gt;27. Who you last went out with- Amanda, Shauna and Teresa.&lt;br /&gt;28. Fave drink- Not sure&lt;br /&gt;29. Best thing in the world- Immortality. Haha. But if I can't have that, I'll settle for total happiness. :)&lt;br /&gt;30. Have you ever broken a bone- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever won a trophy?- Yeah. Haha. Sailing competitions. Haha. All team ones la... HAHA&lt;br /&gt;32. What is your favorite board game- None. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;33. Someone in mind- ??? ME!! HAHA. OK la.. and Others too la.. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you have a room by yourself?- Yeah. I LOVE IT! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you still love your ex?- No ex to love. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you ever had to wear a uniform to work?- Haven't worked before.&lt;br /&gt;37. Last thing you bought at a pharmacy- I don't buy stuff from pharmacies. In fact, I hardly even go to any pharmacies.&lt;br /&gt;38. Who are you going to marry? -The one. How would I know who? HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;39. Who would you like to meet?- GOD? Haha&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you believe in love at first sight?- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! that's just stupid. Unless, of course, you're talking inanimate objects.:)&lt;br /&gt;41. Whats your favourite song right now?- Haha. It's kinda old. Only One by Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;42. Where would you go for a romantic evening?- Don't know. That's such a stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;43. How many pairs of shoes do you own?- 4&lt;br /&gt;44. Last song stuck in your head?- None. Haha&lt;br /&gt;45. Any pets?- 2 fish. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;46. Best Teevee show right now- Don't know. I scarcely have time to breathe let alone watch TV&lt;br /&gt;47. What is one thing you would like to learn to do?- Understand what people are think by just looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;48. What do you do when you are bored- DO STUPID SURVEYS LIKE THIS! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;49. How would you want someone to appreciate you?- Understand me.&lt;br /&gt;50. What is the one thing that you are grateful for ?- Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258043-111840889695786371?l=-syntax-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/feeds/111840889695786371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8258043&amp;postID=111840889695786371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/111840889695786371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258043/posts/default/111840889695786371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-syntax-.blogspot.com/2005/06/bored.html' title='.Bored.'/><author><name>claudia(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09966142931167101372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258043.post-111840686481591804</id><published>2005-06-11T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T20:34:24.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Holidays.</title><content type='html'>OK... Haven't been updating again. But what did you expect? The first week of the June &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;HOLIDAYS&lt;/span&gt; nearly killed me. May31- Lectures in school&lt;br /&gt;                                                              June1 to 5- Laser Trophy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laser Trophy was OK I guess. We did OK. Losing only to VJ. I refuse to say that we lost to SA, because we actually tied with them on points, but lost only on positions. Here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1.VJC (Victoria Junior College) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- I don't think anyone can shove them out of first place. EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total- 7.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1.00 Mabel Ong Yun Cen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2.00 Lo Man Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4.00 Helena Lee Jia Hui&lt;br /&gt;2.SAJC(St Andrew's Junior College)&lt;br /&gt;Total- 35.00&lt;br /&gt;9.00 Vanessa Low Wen Xing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11.00 Abby Joy Goh Ying Hsien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;15.00 Grace Wong Miao'en&lt;br /&gt;3.MJC_Meridian Junior College)&lt;br /&gt;Total-35.00&lt;br /&gt;10.00 Teresa Ng Shu Lian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;12.00 Amanda Loh Li Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;13.00 Claudia Koh Wei Lin &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(arrrghhhhh. ITS CLAUDIA KOH WEILIN!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4.TJC(Temasek Junior College)&lt;br /&gt;Total- 52.00&lt;br /&gt;14.00 Fam Mei Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;17.00 Teo Hsin Ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;21.00 Pamela Teo Li Gek&lt;br /&gt;5.TPJC(Tampines Junior College)&lt;br /&gt;Total- 70.00&lt;br /&gt;22.00 Ng Hui Fen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;23.00 Seah Wei Lyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;25.00 Cheryl Ng Rui Min&lt;br /&gt;6.SP(Singapore Polytechnic)&lt;br /&gt;Total- 72.00&lt;br /&gt;7.00 Tan Cheryl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(She's a total bitch. She screamed at Mei Ling (TJC)for nothing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;32.00 Angie Cheong Su-Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;33 Ghost Entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For those who actually understand whats going on, I'm sure you get what I mean when I say that they beat us on positions. But then again, that's sailing. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second week of the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;HOLIDAYS&lt;/span&gt; were just a bad. On Monday, I had to go help out at the Special Olympics before going to school for lectures and CIP camp. CIP camp was OK. Actually, it was kinda fun. We had to plan some games and all, for the students at the student care centre. It was a good experience la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP camp was till Tuesday, and on Wednesday and Thursday, we had the Team Racing Regatta. It was good fun. The wind was good and everything. We were second after  VJ (As I said, I don't think anyone can shove them of the throne). Haha. We thrashed TP and TJ. HAHAHA. Anyway, it really was an experience. AND we had training today. Sigh. Haha. I LOVE THE MJ SAILING TEAM! Haha. I know it sounds ridiculous given that I hated MJ earlier in the year, but I guess it takes time. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am on Friday evening, typing this and waiting for Boon How's email on the GPP. Tmr we are going to M'sia, and will be back only next Sunday. And after that is STUDY STUDY STUDY for the Mid- years. I haven't packed. I think I shall go SMS Boon How now. 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