<?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-7296789</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:24:54.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pinky piggg-let</title><subtitle type='html'>you are entering a craazily in love with pink bloggie!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296789.post-113654920485217689</id><published>2006-01-06T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T20:06:44.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Guys. Newest Updates are up: I'm gonna close this blog soon.  For the simplest reason of lack of committment.  In closing this blog, im freeing up time for you guys out there to go do your homework and study!! Instead of blog surfing throughout the entire day. Heh. Okay im spouting nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-113654920485217689?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/113654920485217689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=113654920485217689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113654920485217689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113654920485217689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2006/01/hi-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-113525545997048699</id><published>2005-12-22T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T20:49:22.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, i shall update now. It's 3days to christmas!! Which is not good at all. Beause when christmas comes, it means that school is reopening very soon. My 9weeks of holidays just dwindled away like cascading water!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, would be the year with much significance. It is the last year at nanyang; the last year in NYSE; the last year in 406. In the blinking of an eye, 3 years have passed. Next year, we would be the oldest students. It is the year where we have to lead by the finest example and inherit the nanyang heritage to our juniors. It is the year where we would be leaving a legacy behind, a legacy that would remain in eons to come. What type of legacy would it be? It's really up to us to mould.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2005 has indeed come a long and ardous way. Upon reflection, i felt that i had been through so much. During this journey, the clock continued to tick enthusiastically, leaving you with little breath to think about how weary and burnt out you actually are. All that runs in your mind is to complete this by this deadline. And when you finally could heave a sigh of relief and say cheers to the completion of an assignment, many more continue to flood in. However hard u curse and dread life, the clock continues to tick, compelling you to embrace life, to respect life. But, at the end of the day, when u complete the 2005 marathon, u stand at the finishing line, feeling so accomplished and relieved. That is what i feel. Let me recount my most celebrated events this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS - 7th-11th march. OBS just wasn't my cup of tea. That was my initial thoughts. But it changed. The 30over hours of kayaking out at sea proved to be so enjoyable!! Despite the blazing sun, searing weather and the all too-natural nature, it was an entirely different experience. It was when i was seriously brought out of my comfort zone and learn to be a less spoilt missy. Burnt and peeling i was, but OBS injected a heavy dosage of strength and determination in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF - 27th April. Preparations for SYF proved to be gruelling yet enjoyable. We had rehersals umpteen times a week. Yet each rehersal was paving for us a step closer towards attaining our dream goal. There were rehersals where we kept running through the SYF pieces with much vigour and excitement. Yet there were some in which everyone of us could feel that everyone was tired and uncertain. Eventually, we bagged home the gold with honors. Everyone was beaming radiantly, never feeling so victorious for the past 8months or so. We ought to thank Mr Sze for his undying passion in teaching us youths. His inspiring stories and yelling proved effective!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BSP Camp - 22nd-25th june. I dreaded it at first. Collaborating with hwachong and dunman high just didn't sound so pleasing. But hey, they were actually more spontaneous than us during the talent time night. They were the ones who kept the spirit alive. While we just sit there and bemoan about the boring-ness of the camp, they tried their best to enliven it. A stay at Singapore Sports School was also an enriching experience. They had good food, lodging etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June - September: SIA piasm. The times spend crafting out reports, designing ppt presenations and SIA product as well as personal trips outside were enough to keep my brain occupied. Harsh deadlines worked but took a toll on many's health as many of our 306 comrades took turns to fall ill. I should count my blessings that i wasn't affected. The bout of term tests did much to worsen the situation. As a result, many were failing their term 3 tests. It was the term in which i saw that many had worries and troubles tucked deeply in the fine wrinkles of wisdom in their forehead. But, we did learn something did we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July - FOA. The collaboration with NYCB was a successful one. And im sure everyone enjoyed magicflute alot. But FOA was also the time in which our Sec4 seniors left us. My stand partner daisy!!! I missed her so much. They left us, and we had to stand on our feet as fast as we could. But i loved magicflute and therefore i loved FOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August - ABRSM exam. Sigh. Dropping the bow was a convenient excuse to account for my disgusting merit only. But at least i improved by 27 marks from the previous grade. But on second thoughts, maybe i should have worked harder. I only proably started pia-ing so hard for the exam 3weeks before that. When i realized that if i pia-ed any later, im gonna fall flat on my face catching the ants on my scores on the day of examination. I will work harder for next year and that is probably only all that i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October - EOY exam. In my eyes, i personally felt i did badly. In others, they felt i did very well. Well, maybe we have different expectations. Then again, pia-ing to revise only 2-3 weeks before the EOYprobably can't give you much sweet returns. But it was a wake-up call for me. Mu4 Gu3 Chen2 Zhong1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October-November - Shanghai trip. Fun-filled. Lotsa Insights gained. Made many friends at Fudan High School and learn to take care of myself while abroad. Refer to Gloria's blog for more succinct details on the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December- HCISO-NYSE combined concert. What can i say? I think everyone benefitted from the collaboration. And some have even made such bossom buddies with HCISO people. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all. But there are other more little events which spiced up my 2005, adding the little flavors here and there to my 2005 dish. Now the dish has been more or less whipped up, the final touches would have to wait till christmas and new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, i would have to run the 2006 marathon. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-113525545997048699?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/113525545997048699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=113525545997048699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113525545997048699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113525545997048699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/12/okay-i-shall-update-now.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-113360104805499519</id><published>2005-12-03T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T17:14:09.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been slaving over logarithum for the past 1.5hrs and 've made little progress. I understand all the laws of log, use of log10 and the basic method of changing bases. But all these knowledge has gotten me to as far as assignment16.2 B7. I'm dismayed at my slow brain. 7questions in 1.5hrs. That's too long, though i did spent about 45mins looking at the textbook for worked examples and study them, but 45mins is also tooo long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!! -wails-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the freaking world do you solve simultaneous equations which contains different log bases inside?! Can someone teach me! - SOS - :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. This is the problem when teachers want us to self-study.  But hey, log is the major pillar in additional math.  Without a strong foundation in log, our entire add math is gonna collapse.  It's like a result of tou1 gong1 jian3 liao4.  Die, my log is wilting, dying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-113360104805499519?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/113360104805499519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=113360104805499519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113360104805499519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113360104805499519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-been-slaving-over-logarithum-for.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-113335263869967880</id><published>2005-11-30T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T20:10:38.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recieved double scoldings today.  Firstly, from the dentist and secondly from my violin teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me re-enact the scolding scenarios:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the dentist:&lt;br /&gt;I was 7minutes late. So i hurried to into the dentist.  There she was, looking at me with furrowed eyebrows. And within a split second, she assumed a dark, fury tone,&lt;br /&gt;"You are so rude you know. Come into my clinic also don't greet me Good Morning Dr.Chen. Late somemore. No manners!"&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed, i smiled hoping that it could help lighten the tense atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;"You are secondary what?" she gruntled.&lt;br /&gt;"Secondary 3." I replied.   &lt;br /&gt;"What school?"she growled.&lt;br /&gt;"Erps (hesistated alil in fear of besmirching school's reputation) ... Nanyang."&lt;br /&gt;"Secondary 3! And from Nanyang somemore. " She paused, allowing time for the gravity of the statement to settle in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know how important it is to be punctual?!  Your school don't teach you is it? Or your school no lesson bells?So u don't know the meaning of being punctual?" She barked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indignant and guilt-striken at the same time, i whispered a "no, sorry." A nice lecture indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, i don't feel like re-enacting the 2nd lecture scenario.  Makes me so indignant and hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so i went out afterwards, with my mum. Rare that she takes leave off to bring me out.  But i went shopping on my own because my mum and i like buying different types of stuff.  So she entrusted me with some cash and i was left stranded in suntec city.  Hey, but the bright side of shopping on your own is that you can spend the time in anyway u like.  Don't have to accomodate to anyone's needs.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought lotsa lotsa stuff. Mainly 2blouses, a pair of skirt, 2pairs of jeans and 1 pair of sports shoe.  Speaking about shoes, im so proud to be the owner of my newly-purchased orange-white adidas track shoes! Eh, but i feel quite bad, because i keep on buying shoes for no appropriate reasons. Come to think of it, let me start counting my shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Nike X-Training Shoes: Majorly silver in color, with a dab of scarlet red stripes here and there. &lt;br /&gt;2. Adidas Sneakers:  Yellow and brown in color, giving the shoes a slight retro and rustic touch.  I love wearing jeans with it. &lt;br /&gt;3. Timberland Hiking shoes.  Rough brown leather. Hazelnut chocolate brown i would say.  With a rim of red outling the sole of the shoe.  Ok my mum insisted on buying a pair of hiking shoes for me for OBS.  Eventually, i found myself the only one wearing hiking shoes.  Erps. &lt;br /&gt;4. Nike Air Dunk shoes.  Pink and white in color.  Perfect match for any casual wear. &lt;br /&gt;5. Adidas X-training shoes.  Orange and white in color.  As i have mentioned.  Eh i love it!!! -hugs and sniffs my shoes-&lt;br /&gt;6. Black Leather Boots.  Absolutely black.  A good match for blouse+jeans.  (Hell, WHY did i buy it?! I only wore it ONCE.) An impulsive decision.&lt;br /&gt;7. Elle Active Slippers.  Black in color, with a tinge of navy blue.  Excellent for matching with bermudas and t-shirts when u go to the supermarket, or nearby places which doesn't require you to dress up to the nines. &lt;br /&gt;8. Reebok Track Shoes.  Red and White in color.  A fanfare of patriotism here. Not that i love buying track shoes. But this particular pair, my mum bought it for me without me knowing because it was durable and discounted. &lt;br /&gt;9. Timberland Sandals.  It was initially at a jaw-dropping price of 85bux. Sandals mind you.  Can anyhow go pasamalam buy one good pair. BUT i won some lucky draw which granted me an 80bux voucher. Heh. so i gleefully paid 5bux for it!!&lt;br /&gt;10. Court Shoes.  Black, pointed.  I wouldn't buy it if not for matching the nyse black gown.  Gives me blisters, aches my toes and made me walk extremly slow and constipated.  Any faster, and i will fall flat onto the ground, like a piece of pancake.&lt;br /&gt;11.  White school shoes?!  2 pairs. 1 Kappa and another BM2K. &lt;br /&gt;13. Open Toe Shoe.  Dark brown in color.  Another impetuous decision. I've never worn it since i tried it in Calvin and Klein.&lt;br /&gt;14. Open Toe Shoe.  From C&amp;K again. White in color! Well, at least i wear it with jeans occasionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i now know i have 14pairs of shoes.  Never bothered to count them before.  But im going a little overboard now.  Must learn to curb my lusts for new shoes.  Hmmm, but my brother has got tonnes of shoes too.  Shall start counting his shoes someday.  Heh. Oh man, must start the number of long pants and jeans i have too.  My wardrobe is gonna flood soon.  Sigh. Looks like i need to have a high-paying job in future to meet my pocket-emptying desire for nice new stuff.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-113335263869967880?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/113335263869967880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=113335263869967880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113335263869967880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113335263869967880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/11/recieved-double-scoldings-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-113305418103276309</id><published>2005-11-27T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T09:20:48.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You were like a second mother to me. And now that you want to go, i tried to force myself not to cry hard(as i have not for approx. 6years). I cried in secondary 2 but that was on a moment of impulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, my mind keeps coercing my heart to be positive. Yet, my heart has been entrenched in a monopoly of negative emotions. My heart, is like an icy cold, churned ocean which is ruthlessly freezing my mind, therefore taking sole charge of my body. My mind isn't clear now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bottle up my feelings alot. You would probably find it paradoxical.  A person who bottles up her feelings won't say it out.  But today, im afraid that if i keep bottling up my feelings, i would soon face depression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't tell anything sad to any close friends, and i have yet to find a best of best friend. I don't tell my family either. My mother and father always come home from work weary, and probably only seek comfort in reading the newspapers, watching television. I can't possibly run up to them, spoil their valuable evening and said, "Mummy, i'm very sad." As for my brother, as you know im a girl. I can't possibly be telling him how i feel right. He would just laugh at me for being so petty and narrow-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i won't feel sad if you left. Afterall, i have grown up and become independent. But which human would ever be void of feelings? Here i am, sitting in front of the laptop, with tears streaming down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is romance so powerful and immeasurable that it could easily put a 15-year relationship to sleep? Not that i'm being selfish for hindering your romance, but you barely knew him for 4months. And now you are telling me that you want to leave my family. Why tell me, why don't tell my mother? Why hurt me first when i treated you the best? Persuading you to dump him would be beyond the realms of possiblity now that you are blinded by romance.  Why tell me, why don't tell my mother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more people you love, the more injuries you would incur eventually. At the end of the day, all good things come to an end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-113305418103276309?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/113305418103276309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=113305418103276309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113305418103276309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113305418103276309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-were-like-second-mother-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-113298773188247281</id><published>2005-11-26T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T14:48:51.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm set to watch Memoirs of A Geisha.  The trailer looks good, with exotic setting and painful destinies of many in the show.  Sadly, it's gonna be out in about a month's time only.  The pictures are so beautiful.  And this show is starring many excellent casts:  Zhang Ziyi, Michelle Yeoh and Gong Li.  I'm seriously itching to watch it.  Hope i don't walk out of the cinema feeling disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-113298773188247281?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/113298773188247281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=113298773188247281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113298773188247281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113298773188247281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-set-to-watch-memoirs-of-geisha.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-113280570508570433</id><published>2005-11-24T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T12:15:05.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have i mentioned that Peach Flavored Vitagen tastes really good? Well, it has an invigorating power on me after i drink it, making me feel so refreshed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Wanfang, you'll be speechless again. Because i ran 9 rounds again today! This morning was the 1st morning counting from last sunday that had a clear and nice sky.  So i couldn't let the opportunity slime away from my hands. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired when i came home at 715am that i just plonged onto the couch in my sweat-soaked shirt and pants and fell asleep until 10am.  I know it sounds gross, but i was like a zombie when i stepped into the house, i simply did not have the extra energy to climb the stairs up to my room, bathe THEN sleep.  So i woke up at 10am and bathed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes, i FINALLY finished that 10page long chemistry worksheet.  But there are some doubts i have yet to clarify: Nitrogen dioxide is supposedly bad cause it causes air pollution and harms health.  BUT! It is needed for the formation of the ozone layer. And the ozone layer is a warrior cos it shields us from the evil ultraviolet rays from the sun that attempts to cause skin cancer, cataracts and genetic mutation. So is nitrogen dioxide a nice oxide or evil oxide! I'll be very pleased to listen to anyone's sound explanation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan't bore everyone with chemistry anymore.  BYEBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-113280570508570433?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/113280570508570433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=113280570508570433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113280570508570433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113280570508570433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/11/have-i-mentioned-that-peach-flavored.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-113256589375787386</id><published>2005-11-21T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T17:42:22.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who sleeps at 230am the night before and wakes up at 530am the morning after to dive into a "healthy" morning run of 9 rounds (3.6KM) around the track, ain't doing her health any good. Because she would experience extreme tireness throughout the entire day, end up doing things subconciously stupid and, incur severe eye bags and be among the group of pathetic people branded the human pandas. Of paramount concern, she would wake up another morning after, with muscles across the lower half of her body crying and writhing in pain. And every move she ventures into, becomes a screaming "OUCH!" message sent to her brain, and she immediately cringes with affliction and tries to retract that move. Yet, by retracting a move, one is still making a move. Therefore, she is once again sent into a series of muscle aching convulsion and torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having established fictional facts (not proven scientifically but personally by the victim) about this brainless person, she is none other than yours truly. Never run 9rounds straight, if you've stopped running for more than 10days. Nevertheless, once i recover, i shall continue with my 9rounds. I believe that one day, i will see the miraculous effects of 9rounds a day keeps the kilos away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of crap. I shall make a new list of things to complete this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get some more homework outta the way. *Note the noble use of the word "more" and you know that i've been a hardworking girl. :o&lt;br /&gt;2. Practise violin *Majorly important!&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish reading deception point. *RAHHH! Haven't been able to complete it. But i've made shocking progress, read up till page 484 in 3days.&lt;br /&gt;4. Watch more movies. Currently, on the list are: Harry Potter and GOF, Memoirs of Geisha, Oliver Twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ve watched The Exorcism of Emily Rose. Very eerie because the story is endearingly real and thus one can reckon the possibility that such unwanted history might repeat on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall continue with my slacking agenda. TATA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-113256589375787386?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/113256589375787386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=113256589375787386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113256589375787386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113256589375787386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/11/trust-me.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-113211446762455696</id><published>2005-11-16T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:19:21.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was consumed with overwhelming jealousy. I am still consumed, with but a little jealousy. Jealousy is afterall a human frailty; anyone is guilty of having this feeling in her hearts of hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the entire experience of feeling jealous is always painful, yet she just can't stop feeling jealous. Can you smell the irony in life now? She who knows that jealousy is painful, continues with her act of self-torment. She who knows that letting go would be the best healing potion, can't bring herself to let go. Is her heart too narrow, too minute to contain the exact amount of healing potion to mitigate and curb the querulousness, therefore resulting in open wounds left wholly uncured?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, those who enjoy their own emotionally bad health and who habitually fill their own minds with the rank poisons of suspicion, jealousy and hatred, as a rule take umbrage at those who refuse to do likewise, and they find a perverted relief in trying to denigrate them -- Johannes Brahms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, she realizes that jealousy has to be cleared unconditionally, in order to make way for achieving higher goals. Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits. Can she free her mind from the intoxicating amount of jealousy to pursue her own set of passion? Sincerely pray that she could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature is at work. Character and destiny are her handiwork. She gives us love and hate, jealousy and reverence. All that is ours is the power to choose which impulse we shall follow -- David Seabury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much as many say that the number of merits one has does not equate to the extent of success he would gain in life, it nevertheless gives a reassurance. Thus, in a semi-state of denial, we, the intellectually challenged (acc. to GLORIA) people endeavor in seeking comfort and solace in people who are academically declined yet, are just as accomplished as their fellow earthmates, such as our very own local big boss of 77th street, of Creative Technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, we could be like them too! But think about it, like all of us understand, they are the more glimmering stars among the vast and dark sky of stars. Have we ever contemplated that while there are success stories, there are failure stories too? So do we belong to the former or the latter? I believe not everyone would be fortunate to belong to the former, otherwise the entire world would be an eden of successful people only. So is meritocracy a good idea? To reward the talents and leave the average joes in the lurch? Such that they could only crave for a sudden surge of spright in their brains, only to be left disappointed all their life. How about the all-rounders? A Jack of all trades but a master of none. What can she accomplish? Is there any room for her in this meritocratic society? Afterall, you can't say she has any talent because she is good at everything, but not perfect at anything. Hence how so, can we maximize the potential of such people? Because they are useful, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mind you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-113211446762455696?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/113211446762455696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=113211446762455696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113211446762455696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113211446762455696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-was-consumed-with-overwhelming.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-113194733707184497</id><published>2005-11-14T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T13:48:57.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alas! Finished watching Schindler's List.  It's about 3hrs but it's soul-rendering.  Oskar Schindler's selfless spirit is one that few possess and it definitely brooks no argument.  That is if you are humane.  Perhaps even i can't be as noble as him, in times of pandemonium where everyone is running for his own life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a deep pity that i watched it only 10years after its production.  Nevertheless, watching it now beats missing it forever.  And i'm starting to like Perlman.  Yes, this is a tad too tardy.  Still. :D  And i found out that Liam Neeson (Oskar Schindler) is 1.93m. That is gorgeously tall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how i'm gonna spend my afternoon.  Hmmm. GOODBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-113194733707184497?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/113194733707184497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=113194733707184497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113194733707184497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113194733707184497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/11/alas-finished-watching-schindlers-list.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-113167765855763078</id><published>2005-11-11T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T11:42:23.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Type: Enterprising&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/enterprising.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are engertic, ambitious, and sociable.Your talents lie in politics, leading people, and selling things or ideas.&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;Auctioneer - Bank President - Camp DirectorCity Manager - Judge - LawyerRecreation Leader - Real Estate Agent - Sales PersonSchool Principal - Travel Agent - TV Newscaster The worst career options for your are investigative careers, like mathematician or architect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Ideal Career?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Holds a certain extent of truth. But there were some questions in which i was torn between 2 very close options but in the event of which i could only choose 1. But hey, what do they mean by investigative careers! I may wanna be a PI or detective too or a researcher to help cure cancer and heart problems. Aren't all these investigative? But i love to sell my ideas though. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b9d3ee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Life Your Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside.You say whatever is on your mind. Other people's reactions don't phase you.You prefer a variety of friends and tend to change friends quickly.You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Do You Live Your Life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is extremely true. What can i say? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ebf2ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rational (NT)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both logical and creative. You are full of ideas.You are so rational that you analyze everything. This drives people a little crazy!&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence is important to you. You always like to be around smart people.In fact, you're often a little short with people who don't impress you mentally.&lt;br /&gt;You seem distant to some - but it's usually because you're deep in thought.Those who understand you best are fellow Rationals.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you tend to approach things with logic. You seek a compatible mate - who is also very intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;At work, you tend to gravitate toward idea building careers - like programming, medicine, or academia.&lt;br /&gt;With others, you are very honest and direct. People often can't take your criticism well.&lt;br /&gt;As far as your looks go, you're coasting on what you were born with. You think fashion is silly.&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you spend most of your time thinking, experimenting with new ideas, or learning new things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Three Question Personality Test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is once again, very real. I really wonder how could 3 questions ever succinctly reveal one's character?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #e6e6fa" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthdate: August 30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have the type of personality that people either love or hate.&lt;br /&gt;You're opinionated, dramatic, intense, and very outspoken.&lt;br /&gt;And some people can't get enough of you - they're totally addicted.&lt;br /&gt;Others, well, they wish you were a little more reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your flair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: If you think it, you say it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Scarlet red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Inverted triangle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Indubitable once again. I'm left abosolutely speechless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b9d3ee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/seascape.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your natural talent is interpersonal relations and dealing with people.You communicate well and are able to bring disparate groups together.Your calming presence helps everything go more smoothly.People crave your praise and complements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, i know this is being random. But it's the school holidays! It gets really thrilling to perform such tests at times of boredom! Is my hidden talent true? Up to anyone of you to decide and tell me! Since I'm really bored at this very minute, i shall come up with a list of stuff to do today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Get some homework outta the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. TIDY UP MY ROOM! Due to procrastination, this plan has yet to be executed since 3 weeks ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Read finish Dan Brown's Deception Point, speaking of which i have stopped at page 267 since August. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Practise violin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is not an exhaustive list and is not in order of which i would carry them out. At least, i've got a plan now. As Mr Chan had mentioned, If you fail to plan, you plan to fail! Yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-113167765855763078?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/113167765855763078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=113167765855763078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113167765855763078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113167765855763078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/11/your-career-type-enterprisingyou-are.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-113144118434069449</id><published>2005-11-08T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T17:13:04.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from Shanghai.  Argh i hate typing on my laptop.  Can't touch type properly because fingerboard spacing is different from the normal computer keyboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shanghai was very very polluted but exceedingly fun.  I love Fudan High School.  They played an excellent host.  Rather tired now because we sleep at 12 30am and wake up at 5 30am everyday.  Now i have severe eye bags.  Shall rest and recouperate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall talk more about Shanghai another time! BYEBYE. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-113144118434069449?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/113144118434069449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=113144118434069449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113144118434069449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113144118434069449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-from-shanghai.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-113019354787421406</id><published>2005-10-25T06:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T06:39:07.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Leaving for Shanghai in half an hour's time! Sheesh, the sky is still dark and black and there is an occasional sensational chilly wind out there!  I hate early mornings, they are so cold and i was shivering in the bathroom while bathing just now.  Ok, shall stop here. See you all back in few weeks time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scooting off now, and i miss everyone out there -  family and friends.  Byeee. Adios.  Tata!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-113019354787421406?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/113019354787421406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=113019354787421406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113019354787421406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113019354787421406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/10/leaving-for-shanghai-in-half-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-113003620918774786</id><published>2005-10-23T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T10:56:49.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a little angry over something.  But i shan't mention it here! Ask me directly if you wanna know, but i don't think it's anything worth telling and complaining anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let me repeat a statement in my previous posts.  EOYs were an immense failure.  It is like a pile of rancid with flies flying above it, sitting in my heart, and i hate myself for my underperformance.  Oh well, i think the rancid is more or less clearing up, as it makes way for hopefully, more glorifying moments next year, 2006.  I WILL WORK HARDER.  How could i ever get a B4 in anything!! Yuck.  I hate Bs. Perhaps the only consolation is that many many scored Cs.  But B is still a very ugly alphabet.  B for Bad, B for Brainless! A for Awesome!! Now, attaining a distinction is so tough.  It used to be rather attainable.  Oh dear, i think my brain's power has ceased operation after 15 years of squeezing slightly intelligent juices out.  Now, it's revolting and squeezing out juices of an idiot! If anyone wants to know, im very unhappy with my math marks.   Shoot me if you wanna now.  But i have EVERY RIGHT to be unhappy, cos i actually forgotten the blatant existence of a bonus question!!! To think i spent half an hour stoning.  If not i would have gotten _ _ _.   Grrr. Never mind, shall aim for perfect score next year.  Or at lest 95!! Don't belittle me! I can do it. :D  And history, Im really proud of my SEQs but VERY DISAPPOINTED IN MY SBQ.  Yuck. Misinterpret ONE SOURCE and u get an 8/25.  Yuck.  SBQ totally denied me of a splendid A1.  I hate myself for being a failure at SBQ.  EWW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Shanghai soon.  And my lugguage is bursting with thick clothes.  I wonder if it would exceed 20kg.  Shall scoot off now.  Byeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-113003620918774786?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/113003620918774786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=113003620918774786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113003620918774786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/113003620918774786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-little-angry-over-something.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-112963530259010858</id><published>2005-10-18T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T19:35:02.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EOYs were a total failure. I think our batch of sec 3s must be the most brainless batch in the entire glorious, untainted history of Nanyang's.  And now we have come to pour mud over the so far excellent records of Nanyang, and smear her reputation.  Are we really brainless? Or was the paper exceedingly tough? Should be the former. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, imagine the whole cohort's average MSG to be at an inauspicious 4.0 for Language Arts.  And perhaps around 5.5 for biology, chemistry and physics.  I believe at least 30% of the cohort failed for each of the three sciences.  Now, can anyone give a reasonable explanation behind such poor performance?  Chemistry was MUCH BETTER than i expected.  I expected myself to be the lowest scorer in class.  But it turned out to be a blessing in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe many did pretty well for higher chinese, except for me.  My zong1he2tian2kong4 TOTALLY RUINED my chinese marks.  One should never fail zong he tian kong as badly as I did, or it would pull your marks down drastically.  Savour a 6/20 for this section. Tangy, sour and bitter yeah? No matter how well you did for the other sections in the paper, a revolting 6/20 very easily pulls your percentage down by 2 grades.  From perhaps an A1 to a B3 or B4.  Nightmares of I scoring a B4 for higher chinese 'O's next year engulf me, and stifles me at this very fleeting moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm anticipating more gruelling moments, more immense and insane heart palpitations tomorrow, as the remaining bad results unravel before my very eyes, under my very nose in the Lecture Theatre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-112963530259010858?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/112963530259010858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=112963530259010858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/112963530259010858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/112963530259010858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/10/eoys-were-total-failure.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-112945677966755957</id><published>2005-10-16T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T17:59:39.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! I'm feeling very very bored now.  Just as i so much wanna exams to finish, here i am now rotting and decomposing from utter boredom.  'Ve got ample time in my hands now and i don't know what is the best way to kill it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed home the whole day on friday, with the initial intention of going out.  But the heavy downpour dampened my spirits so i changed my mind.  So i stayed home, waited for algae and moss to grow on me, and basically, i was ROTTING.  Eutrophication could have overcomed me! Ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Saturday, i went out with my mummy.   Yay. The best thing about going out with your parents is that whenever you wanna buy something, you don't have to feel the pain cos the money is not coming from your pocket.  And my mummy bought me lotsa lotsa stuff! :) I feel rather bad to have spent so much actually. But i seldom go out with my mother anyway.  We practically combed the whole suntec city for stuff to buy! Ha.  And when i came home, my legs were aching and my feet were so sore.  So i rotted in the night again.  Oh no, wait i didn't rot. I practised my violin.  Haha.  Then, i watched FULL HOUSE until 0045! Incredulously hilarious korean show, with slight tinge of sadness occasionally.  Yeah so there goes my saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i ROTTED again today.  I can't tolerate my laziness.  But i can't help it too.   I mean it would be terribly extraordinary to be picking up a textbook at this point of time and start studying in advance for next year right.  No please, spare me the pain.  So,  I got so bored that the violin was my one and only alternative to stop myself from feeling so empty and useless. But hey, brahm's pieces are nice. :D You see, i'm so random until i rewatched the repeated episode of Full House which i just watch last night.  Oh man! I practically lost my momentum to be a useful and respected member of the society! So unbecoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i believe that when dawn breaks tomorrow, i will start feeling busy again.  The anticipation of getting back my lousily performed EOY scripts and the rehersals for Shanghai item.  And, from tomorrow onwards, i shall start picking up a storybook to read, to keep my language alive and kicking.  Shall come up with an instant list of things to do for the next few weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read some nice nice books recommended by Mr Han.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play more. Slack more now so i won't regret next year when im being tortured again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TIDY MY SERIOUSLY UNKEMPT BEDROOM.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get ready for the China trip.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get ready comrades, we are going to China for immersion soon! It's a good thing im going only for two weeks, instead of the long-drawn 6 weeks.  It's therefore fortunate that i didn't apply for the BSP scholarship. I could still remember this GO lady calling me up asking if i would like the scholarship, and when i answered her without any consideration and gave a flat "No, im not interested in applying for the scholarship." she was so shocked and asked a few times for reconfirmation.  If you apply for the scholarship, you would be binded to BSP for 4 years and on top of that, you've gotta take chinese literature at an advanced level for your A levels.  And now, they are making you pay for the China trip.  The scholarship does not appear as enticing as before.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough crap. I shall scoot off and continue living my vagrant life now.   Adios. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-112945677966755957?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/112945677966755957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=112945677966755957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/112945677966755957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/112945677966755957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello-im-feeling-very-very-bored-now.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-112925981924012452</id><published>2005-10-14T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T11:25:28.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to watch skeleton key yesterday, and i was so freaked out when i was bathing last night and standing in front of the mirror. I was so afraid i would see someone in my body! Hmphh. Who's idea was it to watch this horror flick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im currently feeling very deep. Just a few minutes ago, i started to think: Exactly, what is my true calling in life? I mean i want to be a cardiologist, but based on my low intelligence skills, i wonder if i would be able to have life the way i wanna it to lead and be a cardiologist, helping to cure those with heart problems. (In physical context, not emotional context) Perhaps even the lousiest university won't accept me. And IP students are supposed to be university bound. The dream of graduating with a first class honors from a top university seems to far away, and too bleak. Do you think i can achieve it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I concluded that i don't have much talent for anything in particular. Which is rather depressing. What can i be? I realize that im easily influenced by performances around me. Watching rock singers sing and dance so bodly on MVs makes me wanna be a singer and a dancer. Then after a few days, after watching Quidam, I suddenly want to be an acrobat. Then, watching a spectacular performance by some virtuoso, i suddenly want to be a musician (which is totally impossible). Then after witnessing the thrill and excitement one can have while acting in a horror flick like skeleton key, i wanna be the 2nd Kate Hudson - an actress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eventually, i still return to my idea of becoming a doctor. I am still, bent on becoming a cardiologist or something close. Is that what you call a true calling? Or it is just a faraway dream and huge passion which is terribly difficult to satisfy and fulfill? Please answer me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-112925981924012452?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/112925981924012452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=112925981924012452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/112925981924012452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/112925981924012452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/10/went-to-watch-skeleton-key-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-112916791494554732</id><published>2005-10-13T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T10:06:06.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quidam, a hauntingly beautiful performance. It makes you marvel at their acrobatic skills and to some extent, arouses you spiritually. The absolute trust in each pair hanging in mid-air, only supported by one thick rope, is scary! The physical contact between each other, as they climb and slide over one another's body effortlessly is unthinkable. It is sometimes painful and exhilarating at the same time to watch them because at one point, you are so scared that they would fall to their deaths should they let go of one another, and yet every feat that they do in every other 20s, sends you drooling at their endurance and useful muscles. Not like ours. :D To some extent, it was a little sexually organised. The Guy and Girl wearing those costumes that stick right to thier body, glide over one another, feeling every part of each other. It looks as if they were not even humans, but characters who pop out from legends. But i suppose that is what they call Art. There was audience interaction too and some parts were really comical until it can make you peng3 fu4 da4 xiao4. Is it the correct use of cheng yu? I think so. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a webbie where you can enjoy a short segment of the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/CirqueDuSoleil/en/showstickets/quidam/clip/clip.htm?v=64133FA455CB4CF382E792B2D25F91C9MH"&gt;http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/CirqueDuSoleil/en/showstickets/quidam/clip/clip.htm?v=64133FA455CB4CF382E792B2D25F91C9MH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, it was a completely great and fantastic performance. Go catch it if you have the time! Their last performance would be this saturday night!! I recommend that you either take the category 1 or category 2 seats. Because if you sit at category 3 or 4, you will probably be only able to see their butts. I could see very clearly from where i was seating, category 2! Ha. Oh yes, and Eunice saw me there too! I didn't see her because there was overwhelming no. of people. But her mighty eyes managed to spot me. Somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-112916791494554732?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/112916791494554732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=112916791494554732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/112916791494554732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/112916791494554732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/10/quidam-hauntingly-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-112902902184737067</id><published>2005-10-11T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T19:13:25.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had my template changed. Had severe trouble trying to change it because the entire template was so complicated and unkempt. Or you could simply blame it on my simple, miniscule brains. Speaking of brains, mine is currently deep-fried. After an attempt to compel it to memorize and devour 300 over pages of facts in 3 days for the history examination today. It has since staged a revolt the moment the exams ceased. My hands has particpated in the Putsch conducted at the very hall of NYGH today as well, after being tortured to write at lightning speed accompanied with stamina and endurance as well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, i dreaded studying for History. Because i haven't started and knew not a thing up till saturday. yet today, i was able to spin grandmother stories for the markers to savour, of which i believe 60% are crap. Now, i feel very enriched by the massive amounts of knowledge the GCSE history textbook which i once percieved as untouchable because of its cheemness, has supplied me with. And i thank it for that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally liberated i am, the feeling is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shiok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, the Singporean slang, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shiok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Even saying the word &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shiok &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shiok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ha. I went out today, and started to plan what i want to buy in preparation for next year. It's drawn up in my mind, and im not gonna tell you what's in my mind. Hee. The Carreras Art of Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall watch my beloved Da Chang Jin now and so off i scoot to the goggle box. Oh google box,  allow me to drool and salivate over your tonight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-112902902184737067?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/112902902184737067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=112902902184737067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/112902902184737067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/112902902184737067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/10/had-my-template-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-112875054301020136</id><published>2005-10-08T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T13:49:03.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 more paper to go.  Exams are really not for me. I always SCREW UP in exams.  I think my worst paper for this year would have to be CHEMISTRY. For Section B of Paper 2, i probably scored a decent 10/30.  Considering that i don't know what was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. co-ordinated bond and dative bond&lt;br /&gt;2. isoelectronic thingy&lt;br /&gt;3.the chemical formula for detergent (!?!?)&lt;br /&gt;4. and i got all my QA mixed up. severely mixed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the teacher should ever be nice enough, give me a good mark for my section A or i will really fail paper 2. Sigh. I think section A outta fifty i almost minus 10 marks.  If miraculously i can get 40/50 for Section A and 10/30 for Section B, it would be a decent 50/80.  But how decent can that get.  It's almost on the brink of failure.  What is 50/80? Using my poor mental sums skills, it should be about 63%.  Which is a DESPICABLE MARK.  and my paper 1: you can imagine!Anna Foo said it was the worst done in the whole nanyang's history! Blehh. I better get at least 30/40 for my paper 1. Then it will be a total of 80/120 -  67%. What a lowly, worthless mark. I HATE  getting lower than distinctions for anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret spending so much time on section A and having left with a pathetic 15 mins for section B. To think about it logically, i was being illogical and foolish at that point of time. How could i have dedicated 1.5 hrs for 50 marks and a mere 15 mins for 30 marks? I'm destined to fail.  Someone help me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the other subjects, i have no more strength to continue blabbering out all my STUPID MISTAKES.  THEY ARE PURELY STUPID, CARELESS MISTAKES.  So i am not hoping anything good would come out of my report book this year. You will probably see a string of Bs and Cs in the report card.  Right. I am only a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B-Scorer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But someday, i will be an A-Scorer.  I don't doubt my ability.  I am smart!!! Everyone is smart!! It is just that at a certain point of your life, you stumble and make a trip.  But after a whole series of misfortune, something good will come along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you can do in life, be it exams, competitions, is a bonus to you. But whatever you can't do, LEARN from your mistakes, and it will be double bonus.  Being able to accomplish things at your first attempt in life, is a single bonus; but not being able to accomplish at the first try does not deprive you from enjoying bonuses. Learning from your failures and thereafter going on to accomplish greater things brings about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;double bonus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are not the one and only testing grounds in which your efforts and capability are evaluated.  Neither is it the one and only battlefield in life, in which you either live or die. Exams is one battlefield in which you will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;never die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in, &lt;strong&gt;PROVIDED&lt;/strong&gt; you have the determination and courage to bear with the painful wounds.  The wounds will heal one day, leaving battle scars which help you emerge as a stronger, more resilient person after each battle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-112875054301020136?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/112875054301020136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=112875054301020136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/112875054301020136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/112875054301020136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/10/1-more-paper-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-111839291348594621</id><published>2005-06-10T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T16:41:53.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Strings practice ended 2.5hrs earlier today.  Yay.  Magicflute is even nicer when you add in the woodwinds and brass.  Britt, wf and gloria are at orchard now but im at home.  Cos im a good girl.  Haha.  I decided that town is really wearing me down and i went there JUST yesterday, to watch Madagascar. Quite hilarious.  Would be recommended if you badly need a good laugh.   And Gloria is a hippo!! hee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway im sorry if you can't tag on my board becos apparently, there is some unarrested problems with my tagboard code. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kinda free now. i though strings was going to end at 1730pm so i rushed through my tuition homework in the morning.  So now, im slacking.  Heee.  Shall make a birthday card for my my mortal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gloria, don't you try to intimidate me with your inexorble, "brilliantly adventurous" violin-practising extravaganza.  Everyone is laden with a chunky layer of guilt because of you.  Hmphhh.  But its good that you are hypnotized in your inpenetrable reverie of music.  But im not scared ok!! Because im a goodie girl and i also practise.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's all for today.  Shall scoot off now to do the card! Sayonara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-111839291348594621?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/111839291348594621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=111839291348594621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111839291348594621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111839291348594621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/06/strings-practice-ended-2.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296789.post-111814188764689366</id><published>2005-06-07T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T18:58:07.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoho.  Listening to BoA's Atlantic Princess now.  Very relaxing.  Think she's got a very powerful and cheery voice!! Haha.  I heard this song while i was skiing in the Muju Ski Resort in Korea last year. And i feel like im back there again. Hee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to arab street today to do LA SIA.  We went into the Sultan Mosque and saw many muslims praying.  It was quite holy and quiet.  And i realized that Mecca is about 5hrs slower than us.  Cos we went there at 3 15pm and mecca time was 10 10am.  Hmmm. Saw quite a few prayers and took some pics. We had to wear some uniform cos the administrators said that we were not "covered" enough. Cos we were only wearing a shirt and a skirt. But the skirt is school skirt which is about knee length.  Hmmm. Oh wells i guess you must cover your whole legs.  Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to this peranakan bead shop which specialises in exquisite handmade peranakan slippers.  Very exotic and beautiful. But it was a whopping $800 over. Well i guess that the price was not too much to ask for because according to the shop owner, they take about 90hrs to sew one pair of slippers using the minute glass beads, which later conform into a flower or fish as the design on the slipper. The shop owner even took out their glass slippers from the glass cabinet and placed it nicely for us to take a photo.  So nice people.  But in anycase, you've gotta be real extravagant to be able to buy the slippers.  I think i won't even dare wear it out in broad daylight.  Lest someone steal my slippers!! Haha. Then we took photos of bracelets and scarfs in their shop.  And becky bought this nice pinkish bracelet which costs $7. We spend quite a long time there.  I think close to an hour.  Haha admiring all their stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were tired and hungry by then. And went to eat in Kampong Glam Cafe.  Had a can of ice-lemon tea, 2 curry puffs and a tuna sandwich.  Yummy.  Had a good rest in the breezy environment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed on to this rattan shop. Don't know what to say.  Got reprimanded for a good dunno how many minutes by the shopowner, who said that we had no right to write anything about his shop and we were rude students.  No wonder he kept staring at us as we made our rounds in the shop. Like some demon you know, keep on popping in front of us.  His eyes were fiery black and becky said he looked like some horrific ghost.  And i added that he was possessed.  But the thing is that we were writing OUTSIDE his shop.  wtfh.  This is the first time im being so critical and vulgar ok.  Beck was exclaiming,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That guy sucks larh. I feel like going back to his shop and punch him!"  I can't agree any lesser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is how he scares his customers, he is not gonna have anymore in future!  And we are trying to promote his shop somemore.  Sigh.  Anyway, not everyone is nice and this is probably one of our experiences and difficulties faced when given a project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our moods were absolutely ruined by him.  By then we were so tired and so we decided to go home.  So here i am home sweet home.  After walking around for about 4.5hrs.  I was so exhausted that i was yawning and tearing incessantly in the bus on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired.  Shall scoot off for dinner now!! byeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-111814188764689366?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/111814188764689366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=111814188764689366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111814188764689366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111814188764689366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/06/hoho_07.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-111805419089098221</id><published>2005-06-06T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T18:36:31.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Strings today.  Stregthened my heart muscles another bout.  If you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being random.  Whatever.  Shall find stuff on acidic and alkaline food now.  Then do some crappy homework after dinner.  It's high time to get some serious work in the way.  Gloria's already starting on her LA compre.  Like the compre is SO cheem larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall scoot off now.  Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-111805419089098221?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/111805419089098221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=111805419089098221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111805419089098221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111805419089098221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/06/strings-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-111793866693726240</id><published>2005-06-05T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T10:31:06.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoho. Changed to this new blogskin.  Cos the old one kicked the bucket.  Still have a little problems with the tagboard column.  Will get it fixed soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had Tian Wang in SCH.  Mianrong is superpro. Her voice is so sweet, melodious and clear.  As for her coutnerpart, he's not bad larh, just a little expressionless.  Maybe he's shy or whatsoever.  Imagine me in the tian wang.  Errps.  Probably will experience hidcups! Ate dinner with beck at Pasta-mania and we wasted almost half the pasta.  Cos it was so cheesy and creamy that we almost wanted to throw up after having a few mouthfuls.  Oh what a bad choice.  So we went to Carrefour to buy swiss roll, apple with aloevera juice and Loacker milk wafers as substitutes.  And halfway in the supermarket,  there was the bakery and they were apparently promoting a fuchasia bread.  But we didn't know.  So greedy beck reached for a piece and placed it in her mouth.  Then i looked at her and asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nice?"&lt;br /&gt;"hmmmm, you try for yourself." she replied.&lt;br /&gt;"ok." i said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i put a cube in my mouth and i almost wanted to throw up.  It tasted so much like the pasta just now.  So oregano and herbs-filled.  Then we both had a tummyache at the same time and same place.  There was this sharp pain just below the breastbone.  Horrors about pastas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China forum on Friday was on the whole, *yawn*.  I only liked the receptions and personal experiences and takeaways in the immersion programmes part. Wasted my whole day in school.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIAs are going nowhere.  And today there's PDD. And i got a damn itchy throat.  So sad.  This is the result of sleeping in singlet and shorts without putting over a comforter, under the freezing air-conditioner.  And i woke up the next morning with a parched throat.  Sigh.  i hate bad throats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-111793866693726240?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/111793866693726240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=111793866693726240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111793866693726240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111793866693726240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/06/hoho.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-111771042177455250</id><published>2005-06-02T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T19:07:01.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i happen to chance upon this blog whom i dunno even who is that but her blogmusic is SO nice ok!! ohman. i wonder what its called.  but i have a feeling its by vivaldi.  hmmmm. its supernice.  the ceasless cascade of notes on the violin. the soloist must have lotsa armstrength. what am i crapping. this is what happens when im not in the same league as brittany and sarah.  because brittany is supposedly a highly intelligent woman, as she has claimed herself to be. im also intelligent ok.  hee. just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im using my bro's computer cos my computer broadband connection got some problems. which i dunno how to fix as usual. so i gonna have to plead and beg my brother to help me.  then he will fly into a rage if he finds out that i unlocked his computer and spoil his connection as well. oh i hope it doesn't happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strings practice was nice. haha.  although i sucked like some rancid in sight reading.  the bowings were all so awkward but after a while it does make some sense though. i was staring until my eyes almost dropped off at the bowings. haha.  i like the harp concerto too.  yay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna watch my tong xin yuan now.  By the way i just realized that there are lotsa nice shows to watch this month.  first is tongxinyuan then yingchayangcuo and liujingsuiyue. Then on sunday 10am have waterboys and 12pm have shaoniantegongdui and 1330pm have jiedahuanxi.  so many good shows.  DISRUPTING my hectic holiday schedule. im not gonna watch them if i can resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man i like this person's blogmusic.  wonder who is the blogger. hmmmm. ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall scoot off now. byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-111771042177455250?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/111771042177455250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=111771042177455250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111771042177455250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111771042177455250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-happen-to-chance-upon-this-blog-whom.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-111753173368516548</id><published>2005-05-31T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:28:53.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Drats.  The picture of that nice nice hockey goalkeeper cannot be seen.  Looks like i will have to change blogskin pretty soon.  But not today because i am really really tired and worn out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the lesson i learnt today is never to sleep so late when there is CCA so early in the morning the next day.  I slipped into my beauty slumber about 1 30 am and woke up at 6 45am feeling very irritated. Could hardly keep my eyes open and my maid was threatening to not wake me up should i collapse onto bed again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come again, what's a holiday if you don't sleep late?! Sigh.  Last year when strings was in the afternoons, i had the strong tendencies to sleep at 3am plus and wake up at 11am.  But not anymore.  But i suppose i prefer morning CCA because then i can have the afternoon free to do SIAs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This june holidays doesn't even feel like a holiday AT ANY RATE.  Countless committments.  Sigh.  It only the 2nd day of hols and im feeling so exhausted already.  And i think im getting heavier panda eyes.  When june approaches its end, i will probably be a panting zombie, scratching against the floor, attempting very hard to move my butt by an inch across the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway i like strings practice alot today.  For many reasons.  Hee. magic flute is supernice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and when i went to the toilet in school while doing SIA yesterday, it took me about 15 mins before i could find a toilet that was UNLOCKED.  I walk from the right side of the science block 4th storey all the way to the other end, which is the very very left side of the building, only to realize that the toilets at either ends were locked.  I pushed and pushed the door like a mad woman but couldn't open it.  So i went to the 3rd storey BOTH ends of the building and to my greater dismay, the toilets were locked again.  So i gave up and resoluted that all the toilets in the science block were locked and so i went to the classroom block and i finally found a pathetic toilet unlocked after a LONG LONG DETOUR.  So i went to the cubicle, only to realize that they did not have locks! How frustrating can this get.  There was probably steam rising from the top of my head.  So i went to the 2nd floor classroom block toilet and FINALLY.  i answered the calll of nature.  And later i had to climb back to the fourth storey, and walk under the searing sun to the science block to return to doing SIA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how dreadful holidays can really get. whatever.  at least i didn't see any pontianaks.  omigosh, i think im freaking myself out so much now.  I try to imagine how the pontianak would look like; immensifying hideous with fangs and glisteningly demonic eyes, ghastly white, probably even lumiscent colored face and skeletal hands, with a high-pitched, bone-shivering laughter and chant which goes,"HERE I COME!! HEEEHEEEHEEHH!"  YUCKS.  im real scared.  someone gimme a BEEEG hug!! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. shan't ramble anymore.  still have lotsa stuff undone.  shall scoot off now. byebye! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-111753173368516548?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/111753173368516548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=111753173368516548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111753173368516548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111753173368516548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/05/drats.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-111724675490625935</id><published>2005-05-28T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T10:19:14.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee. i made a courageous attempt to go to the market today with my mum. since its the start of the school holidays. but im not that reluctant alright!! yay. and i drank a cup of ice milo and ate vegetarian beehoon. So yummylicious.  then i was reading the newspapers and i read the entire forum section! about half was about singapore's poor english pronounciation.  yup. i agree that lotsa kids cannot pronounce many words the correct way nowadays.  not that i can though! but true, they pronounce it the conventional way, but it many not be the CORRECT way.  sigh.  and they don't pronounce the "TH" and "H" properly too. sigh. Like "thirty three" becomes "tirty tree". and "white" becomes "wite". See. Fine examples of bad english rampant in Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough crap.  Went to take neoprints with britt and gloria yesterday. And some shots were quite nice but gloria had to insist to take the shot with the ugly background when britt and i were screaming into her face to take the other.  So, yup, there is this shot with the plain yellow as backdrop, instead of nice shining stars against the night sky.  nvm.  Ok gloria and i read your literature unseen prose and it was SO WELL DONE. im not being sarcastic.  its good &lt;em&gt;really. &lt;/em&gt;Little wonder why you get the highest in class. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got back my report book yesterday.  Ok im satisfied with my marks except for math, chemistry, history and language arts especially. that's almost half the entire subject combination. Now if you dun wanna listen to my whinings, then don't read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.math: how on earth did i ever start getting 10.4/20 % for my assignments! totally dragged my entire thing down! This is so miserable.  I do my assignments dutifully, hand them up on due time and i end up getting some disfigured marks.  and i did corrections as and when needed. and i re-submitted them, only to receive them with sheer disappointment because the marks get even more distorted.  i shouldn't have wasted my green ink to do corrections, since whether i did it or not, i will still lose the marks for "incomplete corrections".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. chemistry.  i could have fared better in the second test.  the topics tested were chapter 4 and 5.  And i studied chapter 5 and 6.  imma blur snail.  In the end, so many marks comprisd of chapter four and i lost them all. A total of SEVEN FREAKING MARKS. not that im stupid though.  that i can't even improvise.  its just that some unknown mrs oily HL milk taught chem so badly that its an utter pain and annoyance listening to her and her hissy pronounciation during chem lessons . so i just switch off totally  and cursed her for her incompetence.  And so i ain't a single idea about chapter 4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  history. i believe i have mentioned this before.  But in the entire term there is only ONE graded assignment.  and i did so badly for it.  6/10.  so how did ya expect me to excel in history. ohwells. will try harder next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. language arts. i wondered how i ever got an insipid B4 for it.  its probably the ERP assignment that pulled me down. which i failed.  because nobody ever said that lord of the flies was not accepted.  yarh i know its extended reading assignment.  but LOTF was included in that meadering list of allowed books! and the comments for the ERP assignment was, "Beautifully done, but you did the wrong book."  so she failed me for the sake of failing me. thanks so much.  I could easily do another book if i was told.  blehhh. nvm.  i think ms ong only included 2 assignments for this term in the CA marks.  which explains once again my low assignment percentage. GRRR.  But the rest i thought, were okay.  Hmmm. Some grief striken ghost must have tampered with my marks.  oh wells. we didn't even get to see what our LA CA marks comprised of. anyhow, i still enjoyed ms ong's LA lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, a long piece of frustration.  shall work harder next term.  I MUST BE MORE SELF-MOTIVATED.  i can't stand myself for being SO lazy.  yucks.  sigh i always tell myself to work harder but in the end i come up with lotsa invalid excuses. *shivers at my laziness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall scoot off now.  byebye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-111724675490625935?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/111724675490625935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=111724675490625935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111724675490625935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111724675490625935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/05/whee_28.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-111702079753033323</id><published>2005-05-25T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T19:33:17.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh no. I spent SO much money today.  Lemme recount what i spent on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;recess - mixed veg. $2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;indian bangles - $4  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;red pearl milk tea - $2.50&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;neoprints - $2.50&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;octopus balls - $2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's a whopping $13.  hmmm. $3 more than my daily pocket money. oh why am i such a compulsive spender when im not even earning my own money? i feel like strangling myself but i can't bring myself to it.  haha.  i didn't heed mr han's advice to save more money. he said that adolescents our age must learn to save money but everyone was turning a deaf ear on his wise words.  Sigh.  But nevermind.  At least im not as horrid as those who buy clothes as and when they feel like it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, went to orchard to mandy today and we took neoprints! for the second time.  The neoprint was quite nice but so costly.  And then i bought milk tea and octopus balls.  yumyum they were so nice!! expensive though.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shouldn't have bought the indian bangles.  They were very attractive and seductive i must say, but it burnt a hole in my pocket!! i shall refrain from buying these unecessary stuff in future.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Files are constantly being requested to be checked by the school. I wonder who checks it.  They keep asking us to do all corrections but will they really take out their magnifying glass, squint their eyes and scrutinize each and everyone's files for corrections? im sure they are not so silly.  But anyhow, luckily i am consistent in filing all my stuff.  So i don't end up scurrying around the house to search for torn drabs of assignments. yay. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow, i WILL complete my BSP portfolio.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-111702079753033323?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/111702079753033323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=111702079753033323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111702079753033323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111702079753033323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-111693311906498987</id><published>2005-05-24T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T19:13:07.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back again. In spite of the throbbing knowledge that i have pyramids of uncompleted, overdued portfolios and assignments awaiting for me to finish up, I NEED TO DESTRESS right!! perhaps im destressing too much. ohwells. :) thats the problem when the term is coming to a cease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for slacking but i can't help it. Some people are just &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BORN" target="_blank"&gt;born&lt;/a&gt; lazy. Like me. :) Anyway, just went surfing the 2 bings' blogs and i realized the uncanny difference between the two of their blogs. Libing's one is so chirpy and cheerful but yibing seems to be sinking in severe depression and plunging into an pitch-dark abyss. How come!! Yibing don't be sad!! But i must say that your life is immensely happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, shall study for trigonometry quiz later. after dinner. still can't remember the cos and sin rule that well. hmmmm. ohno. A mosquito just bit me. So itchy!! my arm has one swelled &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BUBBLE" target="_blank"&gt;bubble&lt;/a&gt; now. ohdear. Beware! dengue is becoming more rampant locally. to all those outthere: clear all clogged waters in roof gutters and get rid of any stagnant water lying around. omg. since when did i become so lame and delirious. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days and june holidays offically marks its commencement. Sigh but next week im packed. monday: math lecture; tuesday: strings; wednesday: math lecture; thursday: strings; friday: china &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FORUM" target="_blank"&gt;forum&lt;/a&gt; (imaging stoning in the auditorium for a full 9hrs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about all. gonna eat dinner soon. bb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-111693311906498987?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/111693311906498987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=111693311906498987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111693311906498987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111693311906498987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-111693007622386710</id><published>2005-05-24T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T18:42:15.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy 16th birthday yibing! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ah, I'm such a nice junior and rebel! wishing my president a wonderful birthday! belated though, but thanks yibing, for being such an efficient president.  Despite many difficulties you faced, you managed to stay strong and maneuver your way outta all odds.  And i respect you for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many heaves of reliefs today.  I'm happy with my HSK score! can't believe i got that high.  although its not that high larh.  But when i was doing the mocked test in the auditorium, i was preparing myself for the worst.  But my hope for the best rekindled! And yay. I got grade8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And naughty brittany had to do something outta my convention and almost made me wee in my pants. hmphhh.  I could feel a gush of warm blood surging ferociously throughout my body at that very very moment you told me about that *ahem ahem*.  But its ok.  I removed all evidence and thus erased history.  So in conclusion, there will NOT be history, present nor future about this issue anymore.  Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my social studies assignment got a nice 12/12!! Yay.  And Ms Rashidah gave me this nice furry furry sunflower sticker and another smiley sticker.  But seriously, i did this in a huff.  I woke up one morning, jumped out of bed, only to realize that ss assignment was due that morning.  So i couched at my table and completed my assignment in the break of dawn, under the wan yellow studytable light.  And tada!! I was half-asleep when i did it.  And in the background, my maid was gloating at my misfortune.  But its a blessing in disguise afterall. :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, i wonder what we got for SS SIA research report.  Hope its not that bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i hereby announce that my BSP portfolio is hovering about the SKIRTS OF COMPLETION! I made the effort to stay back in the computer lab today to do my miserable 2 entries.  Now, only some fine-tuning needs to be done.  I realize that if you stay back in school, you can complete your work much faster than at home, given the more hostile environment the school "showers" us with.  I mean in school, the air-con is so stale and chilly, and there is no comfy bed to tempt you to "lemme lie on my bed for ten minutes" and there you go snoozing off, awaking from your deep deep slumber after 3 hours.  And your whole afternoon is WASTED.  But its different in school. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels so accomplished today. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-111693007622386710?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/111693007622386710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=111693007622386710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111693007622386710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111693007622386710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-16th-birthday-yibing-ah-im-such.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-111665414342544714</id><published>2005-05-21T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T13:42:23.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee.  I like long weekends.  Can slack all i wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i still got some outstanding matters to clear before i can officially call it a term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. BSP portfolio&lt;br /&gt;2.History Reflective Essay.3&lt;br /&gt;3.SIAs (eeeks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all that i hafta complete this weekend.  But its a helluva lot. Due to my slow productivity level, i can probably only complete the BSP portfolio in about 4-6hours.  The next in about 2 hrs and SIAs, ETERNITY.  SIAs make me sad. Sometimes they don't though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some chemistry magic experiments for SIA last thursday and the Tower of Foam one was so interesting!! Here goes the unrefined recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put a 500ml measuring cylinder in your chem lab basin.  And pour about 200ml of hydrogen peroxide into it.  Add about 100ml of water(?).  And thereafter, here comes the magic! Add a spatula of potassium iodide and quickly scramble your butt away from the basin becasue there will be an adranaline rush of foam spewing out of the measuring cylinder like a volatile volcanoe.  So fun!! Then there will be lotsa KI gas roaming about in the air so be sure to clip your nose tight lest you sniff in any toxic that will render you a dizzy spell and a massive choking session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fantasizing right?? Of course.  But we ourselves got a shock because we didn't know that the reaction was so immediate.  Everything happened in the twinkle of an eye.  Then momentarily, i thought that the foam was gonna flood the entire chem lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. And i went to Popular today! To get my correction tape!  Im so satisfied with myself cos i bought a pack of 2 tapes each 5mm by 12m for just $3.90! I took the effort tocompare the many choices of correction tapes and calculated that the one i bought was the cheapest! xuerong, becky, kelly, gloria you all can finally rest in comfort because i won't be using your tapes for the next few weeks until it runs empty again!! And i bought some scented floral colour paper. Acutally i dunno for what but they were so lovely so i couldn't bear to not buy it.  Hee.  And i bought Dan's Brown Deception Point because it was on a 20% bestseller's discount.  So value for money right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall scoot off to read my new book now.  Boy, i sound like a nerd.    But this is only my 3rd book that im gonna read for this year.  Yay.  I love Dan Brown's works.  Maybe someday i will start liking Sydney Sheldon too. Aishiteru and Sayonara!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-111665414342544714?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/111665414342544714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=111665414342544714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111665414342544714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111665414342544714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/05/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-111649766108684268</id><published>2005-05-19T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T18:14:21.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. i've got my E-string fixed! Yay.  Thanks alot to Gloria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, XUERONG STOP BEING CHILDISH AND CALL ME A SHTUPID HAMBURGER!! :( :(  YOU NAUGHTY MONKE-YISH FISHIE!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabbaticals was not as bad as i had thought.  Loved to watch the hindi and china films.  Shah Rukh Khan has really got lotsa charisma, though he's not that handsome. Hee.  These films are very enriching and embodies many meanings in life.  Watching these films in the heritage corner for many hours is an enjoyment.  With breaks in between.  It is as if the year has come to an end. And the whole school is slacking shamelessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.  And i got a dreadful 60.5 for history, as the third subject.  So lousy larh.  My report card will look utterly hideous this semester.  Totally pulled my L1R5 score and overall percentage down.  Although it is the highest among the history students, but compare with physics and Chinese literature people, their lowest is like 76??  But never mind.  At least i have some knowledge of modern world history at the back of my head for future use.  Like xuerong said, we don't learn history for the sake of marks only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, shall scoot off now.  Sayonara!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-111649766108684268?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/111649766108684268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=111649766108684268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111649766108684268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111649766108684268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/05/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-111623875702944541</id><published>2005-05-16T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T18:25:44.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am updating because of a very solemn issue today. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My violin is declared handicapped as for now and tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My E-string snapped right in front of me while i was playing. &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=LUCKY" target="_blank"&gt;Lucky&lt;/a&gt; it didn't snap at my face but i had a HUGE shock. Because the "piah" sound was deafening. My strings' &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SNAPS" target="_blank"&gt;snaps&lt;/a&gt; were never as loud as today. And its a pretty new string. 2 weeks old only. Sigh. There goes my few dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i went to my case and gratefully found a new E-string. I hastily took the string out and fit it into my violin without considering where was the tail and the head. That is what happens when you become too ambitious. And guess what happened? I fitted the string the reverse order and the loop got suck in the field of pegs. And i actually DIDN'T realize until i started twining the peg and everything just went haywire. The whole E-string got stuck in the field of pegs. And as i tried to fiddle with it to get it out, it only became more and more amaglamated. And the loop made it worse because the whole string couldn't maneuver outta the string because the loop was stuck in between the pegs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 30 minutes of struggling, the string finally came out and i &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FELT" target="_blank"&gt;felt&lt;/a&gt; so indebted to the string. But then as i tried to fix the string in again, i realize the string was so de-straightened and damaged that it looked more like an old rusty string than a complete new one. So it was rendered barren and i &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FELT" target="_blank"&gt;felt&lt;/a&gt; like bashing the string up. See larh, another few dollars down the drain. My heart aches terribly for my "hole-y" pocket. And tomorrow, i've gotta &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BUY" target="_blank"&gt;buy&lt;/a&gt; another E-string. And there you go, another massive &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=ROUND" target="_blank"&gt;round&lt;/a&gt; of few dollars gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bad day. The good thing is that it snapped when i was about to finish up with my own pieces. But the bad thing is that i was gonna venture into ensemble pieces and it had to snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only consolation is today's sabbaticals. And i mean the 2nd half of the sabbaticals. I enjoyed all the film appreciation and Bollywood is so exaggerating. I like the little part about Hollywood's Charlie Chaplin and Austin Powers. And the chinese films too. I liked everything! Hope tomorrow's sabbaticals would be something similar. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, its still a BAD DAY. :( :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-111623875702944541?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/111623875702944541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=111623875702944541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111623875702944541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111623875702944541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-updating-because-of-very-solemn.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-111614740171353071</id><published>2005-05-15T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T16:56:41.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay im blogging again, to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my beloved lynn! Lynn, aren't you happy!!! Anyway, hope that you will always remain as cheerful and gullible (hee!) as ever.  Lynn really looks like a cute little puppy. Especially her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love crystal's blog song.  Ok its not a song.  But anyway, whenever i hear it,  I badly wanna watch Long Vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to read Gloria's blog just now.  And she is a real great fan of music.  Music practically renders life to her life. What am i crapping. Aargh. Gloria, go and be a musician. You will succeed with your burning passion.  Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like music too.  But not as much as Gloria.  Haha. But at sometimes i really love music too. :) But im not talented you see.  Nvm. Anyway, my biology didn't prove to be such a disappointment after all.  And once again, i see the cardiologist career illuminating with radiance before my very eyes.  Yes, i wanna be a cardiologist. I wanna be one.  Or a finance accountant. If my biology begs to step down from its present ethereal glory.  Haha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, im slacking for now.  But in 10 minutes time, im gonna transmogrify into a neurotic nerd and do my chemistry ws 6.1 and 6.2 and after that my LA letter writing and then my BSP portfolio.  O how mundane can my life get.  Stuck at home pia-ing all the overdue homework.  Soemhow i seem to be sloggging my guts out to finish up homework but many are still exhuausted by deadlines.  I end up handing so many things overdue.  Ha.  Must be my low productivity level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, im gonna be a compulsive geek now and complete all undone work.  Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-111614740171353071?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/111614740171353071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=111614740171353071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111614740171353071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111614740171353071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/05/yay-im-blogging-again-to-say-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-111606734374406823</id><published>2005-05-14T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T18:42:23.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey see im updating again!! Yay.  Cheer for my consistency.  Anyway, Flag Day is over and im very satisfied with the amount of money i raised. :) I think my baggie is one of the heaviest cos i ask for donations non-stop.  But actually its kinda nice when people donate; you feel that your efforts don't go to waste.  There were many people who avoided me like im a devil, but there were many who stopped to donate and left with a sincere smile! So Im happy.  And when i went back to the station to report my baggie, the man shook my bag and said "Good Job!" to me.  See, im so apt at reaching out to the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the midst, we were stopped by a group of Ngee An Poly students who were probably playing some Orientation game.  And they wanted us to guess what they were acting out.  Its like a cherade.  I dunno how to spell larh.  But then its v.funny cos the senior would tell us the answer before the game even starts.  I think they wanted their juniors to feel that they were not lousy at acting and boost their confidence.  So i said Honey I shrunk the kid.  And they were so happy.  But if it were not the senior who had told me the answer.  I probably would only be able to guess I shrunk the kid.  Cos i really didn't know what she was trying to say while acting out the "Honey" word.  But anyway, they donated about 5 bucks.  So it was worth playing the game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i feel cheated.  The strawberry Pokey that i bought was broken into many short sticks.  So i had to continuously dig into the transparent plastic wrapper to grab the small sticks, instead of crunching happily on a long stick until its left to the crumb.  Hmphhhff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i went to takashimaya NL library after that and borrowed a book about Mao Zedong for my history reflective essay and Lu3 Xun4's stories' book for BSP portfolio.  Sigh.  Portfolios, Reflective Essays and Files are a great source of burden to my school life.  What's the point of writing reflections? I mean the teachers very well know that its just for the sake of not failing the subject.  If not we would not have even done it!  Sigh.  I think the teachers have transformed into maniacs who enjoy gleezing and staring at so-called fake reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CTs over.  Here comes my SIAs.  Save me!! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-111606734374406823?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/111606734374406823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=111606734374406823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111606734374406823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111606734374406823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/05/hey-see-im-updating-again-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-111598011169625177</id><published>2005-05-13T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T18:29:01.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got a new blogskin! Nice? Of &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=COURSE" target="_blank"&gt;course&lt;/a&gt; nice right. I have good taste! Anyway, its not that i know how to play &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOCKEY" target="_blank"&gt;hockey&lt;/a&gt; or anything. But I kinda like to &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=WATCH" target="_blank"&gt;watch&lt;/a&gt; the game because it is immensely thrilling! Acutally i like ice &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOCKEY" target="_blank"&gt;hockey&lt;/a&gt; but i can't find a blogskin on it. So... oh well! &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOCKEY" target="_blank"&gt;Hockey&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=ROCKS" target="_blank"&gt;rocks&lt;/a&gt; too. Yay. Yupp, i changed blogskin partially under the heavy influence of Pride. Hee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, CTs are FINALLY over. And i think im gonna fail my history CA. Or maybe just precariously skate over the passing mark. Man. The difference between a 50 and a 49 is like a think layer of ice. Sigh. Oh man im so infatuated with ice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO lousy at history and i still take it. But i don't think i will excel at physics either. I will perhaps even fail physics. haha. But never mind i believe one day i can excel in it. As the chinese saying goes: "you3 zhi4 zhe3 shi4 jing4 cheng2!" Issit? pretty unsure if its the exact version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabbaticals next week. And Im SO NOT LOOKING FORWARD to it. The aim of paying so much for IP sabbaticals is to learn something new and thoroughly enjoy yourselves. But we will be sitting in our classrooms watching "really interesting" west and east films and compare their originality. I pity myself and the entire 306 for not being able to plop into the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=POOL" target="_blank"&gt;pool&lt;/a&gt; and swim like a lovely dolphin. For me at least. I SO wanted &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SWIMMING" target="_blank"&gt;swimming&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIAs. Im having laboured breathing. Haha. Ok shan't &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=TALK" target="_blank"&gt;talk&lt;/a&gt; about it anymore. Anyway, tomorrow is &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FLAG" target="_blank"&gt;flag&lt;/a&gt; day! Im looking forward to it because i like to do CIP but im not looking forward to it because it means standing under the searing sun for 5 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go. Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-111598011169625177?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/111598011169625177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=111598011169625177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111598011169625177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111598011169625177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/05/got-new-blogskin-nice-of-course-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-111494271716607381</id><published>2005-05-01T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T18:23:57.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG ... is that really my personality? Actually about 90% of it is &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=TRUE" target="_blank"&gt;true&lt;/a&gt;. BUT i am NOT PAINFULLY TEMPERAMENTAL. In fact, it is quite occasional that i get real angry. Most of the time it's mocked anger. That means girls' play play pout pout anger. But i think i sorta fit black, pink and green pretty well too! Maybe red is the most suitable one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yup we got a Gold With Honours. Happy with that. Although some schools say we don't deserve it. But we worked real hard for it and i think that's what's most quintessential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to do my History Mao Essay now. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-111494271716607381?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/111494271716607381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=111494271716607381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111494271716607381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111494271716607381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/05/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-111494242781274626</id><published>2005-05-01T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T18:13:55.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8d4dac8)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/Aliteinthesky/1057725487_CMyDocumentsred.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=COLOR" target="_blank"&gt;color&lt;/a&gt; red. You are the most&lt;br /&gt;controversial of all the colors. You are often&lt;br /&gt;easily angered, but as easily as you got&lt;br /&gt;excited, you come down. When angered, do you&lt;br /&gt;have the tendency to be malicious? Afterwards,&lt;br /&gt;do you end up begging for forgiveness? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;But you're incredibly generous, and, odd&lt;br /&gt;enough, needy. You love to hate, and&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, you hate to love. This color&lt;br /&gt;describes you as generally edgy. When in a bad&lt;br /&gt;situation, you're pessimistic, and when you're&lt;br /&gt;in a good situation, you're extremely&lt;br /&gt;optimistic. You're painfully tempermental, and&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it hurts the ones you love. But with&lt;br /&gt;an exciting and stimulating attitude, you enjoy&lt;br /&gt;talking to people and being social. But aside&lt;br /&gt;from your bold and outgoing attitude, you're&lt;br /&gt;attention-needing and attention-getting. This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=COLOR" target="_blank"&gt;color&lt;/a&gt; is associated with lust and desire--and&lt;br /&gt;you are both lust and desirous. You're a&lt;br /&gt;protective person when it comes to the people&lt;br /&gt;you love. You're incredibly sharp-witted and&lt;br /&gt;powerful (not to mention intelligent!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Aliteinthesky/quizzes/What%20color%20are%20you?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What color are you? (Amazingly detailed &amp;amp; accurate--with pics!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-111494242781274626?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/111494242781274626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=111494242781274626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111494242781274626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111494242781274626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-are-color-red.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-111426277398871089</id><published>2005-04-23T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T21:26:13.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back to revive my blog.  You know why i dun blog so often? Cos nobody ever tags! So i feel that my entries go unread.  So anyone out there, start tagging! i really appreciate it. Your tags are my motivation to continue blogging. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since i RARELY mention about strings and stuff, i shall make an exception today and talk a little about it.  A little.  Yes i mean a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF is in 4 days.  I know im slacking at this very moment but give me some fresh air.  The mere thought of SYF makes me cringe cowardly.  It's tauting, sneering at me.  Of course, if we get a Gold with Honors, its a credulation.  But what if we don't? everyone will crumble.  but, we shall not endeavour into such bad karma! everything is pre-destined.  As mr.sze said, beat your own personal records!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday went to HMV with xr.  And i bought m.vengerov album!  And all i can say is, his playing rocks.  thick, inspirational and mersmerizing.  A prodigy of the century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided that what mr.sze is v.true.  Beat your own personal records.  I know that he is referring to NYSE. in this context.  But this can be applied in many other areas of one's life.  And for me, its academic.  I didn't know that asking one's marks can bring so much grief and pain to both parties.  xuerong probably made the right comment that i have always been in the top few peeps when it comes to results.  Which is true at some times only. not all times. (Ok, im not being ego here.) but my science sucks.  But anyway, marks is probably a sensitive issue.  So i decided not to talk about it unless they talk to me about it.  I shall beat ONLY my personal records.  But i really dun ask marks out of competitiveness, its just an exchange of curiosity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One may excel academically but not in other areas.  but when it comes to ensemble, i am but a nothing yeah.  No one's perfect.  Learn to appreaciate what are the essences in your life.  alright!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-111426277398871089?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/111426277398871089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=111426277398871089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111426277398871089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111426277398871089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-back-to-revive-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-111250046231520818</id><published>2005-04-03T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T11:54:22.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And im re-watching autumn in my heart for the 4th time!! I still like it though.  It wrenches my heart ok!! And those dashing male and pretty female leads ... heh heh! I crave for them.   And i can't believe that someone is standing on the same battleground with me going all out to prove that korean dramas are the best - although they seem a little unrealistic and stereotypical at times! LYNN!! and Audrey too! SHK's crying rocks and the magical telepathy between SHK and SCX rocks too! Hmmm ... letme see: I like winter sonata too! but then i somehow like autumn in my heart better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got my mother to sit down and watch the sappy show with me last morning.  When i asked her whether it was nice, she said, "How come that time we went to korea we never come to these places ah? The sceneries are so gorgeous!"  How disappointing right.  Definitely not my korean drama + use up boxes of tissue companion.  One day, i shall get Lynn and becky to come to my house and we watch the show together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K larh, i know that autumn tale is like 5 years ago! But i still choose to indulge and fantasize in such reverie love.  Get hypnotized!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-111250046231520818?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/111250046231520818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=111250046231520818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111250046231520818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111250046231520818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-im-re-watching-autumn-in-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-111132266216242286</id><published>2005-03-20T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T20:44:22.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decided to blog a little. Although i am still racing against time to complete one more history essay.  But i think i shall not do the last history essay already.  Imgaine the whole day i looking at words and words and words.  Words maniac! I completed one history essay and 2 chinese portfolio article entries today.  Its rare that i can do so much homework in one day.  But the sense of urgency is there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very unhappy with the amount of homework NY gives. Purely disgusting and revolting.  Didn't Madam Mak say that no homework is to be given during the March Holidays for IP girls? And what is this? Even my parents and brother found me particularly hardworking the past few days.  Or rather, im working like a bull, like a slave.  Let me list down all my homework for your to witness the immeasurable amount of stress im facing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese Composition wi&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;th Chinese Poem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Integrated Mathematics Worksheet 5.2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 Passionata entries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passionata Written Speech&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 History Reflective Essays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese Portfolio entries (2)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BSP-course reflections&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;SIA meetings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;So much right! In one week. But effectively, I completed all within 3 days. Except for one more Hist essay and BSP-reflections.  Which is still quite a hell lot.  Dedicated first four days of holidays to strings and im back with an exhausted body.  But i still have to rush all my homework.  I have got really poor time management.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;OBS was a helluva fun.  Very enriching experience but i will never go back there again! Unless im forced to or something like that.  I kind of miss OBS a little now.  The activities and instructor.  But definitely not the natural toilets and camping grounds.  HMPHHHH.  But i love kayaking with huan huan! We make the best partners for kayaking!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I think i hve to go and do some packing for tomorrow now.  Im so drained and its only in the 3rd month of 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Let me list down all the things which i have to do tomorrow at school:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Go to computer lab and print cute little colored pictures for Chinese Portfolio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Write BSP reflections during breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Catch up with bits of undone homeowork during breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Do 2nd History Reflective Essay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-111132266216242286?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/111132266216242286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=111132266216242286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111132266216242286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/111132266216242286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/03/decided-to-blog-little.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-110968208431143310</id><published>2005-03-01T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T21:01:24.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi bloggie.  OBS is just next week.  Actually im kind of excited now, after buying all my camping stuff! And my mummy specially bought me this real expensive hiking camping shoes, just for OBS.  Actually its not worth it.  Just for one camp, one pair of shoes spent hundreds of dollars.  But my mummy says such extravagance is worthwhile; we can always use it when we got overseas.  And i trust her! Cos my mummy is a frugal virtuous woman! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. And hi yibing! Didn't know that you read my bloggie.  Its kinda desolated so don't mind.  Anyway i don't think you will be coming back any near soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term 1 has been very hectic and tiring.  Sometimes i come home from school lying flat on the couch and snoozing off soon after.  And sometimes in the night, i feel that homework has been throttling me so badly that i even have nightmares about it.  Suo3 Wei4 "Ri4 you2 suo3 si1, ye4 you2 suo3 meng4."  I think its something like that.  Pretty bad at chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i regret joining BSP.  So much extra work.  Its an experience of a lifetime though, but at the expense of my already countable blood vessels, on the verge of bursting into a wanton of blood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-110968208431143310?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/110968208431143310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=110968208431143310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110968208431143310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110968208431143310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/03/hi-bloggie.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-110941505448252220</id><published>2005-02-26T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T18:50:54.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, all the term tests' bonged their way to outerspace, never to return for the next 2 weeks! Just when i looked back at my 2005 resolutions, i laughed painfully because i actually wanted to excel in all bloody subjects, which is SO impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i talk about passing the tests, let alone getting A1.  How noble yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im happy cos our SS SIA proposal scored the highest in the class.  Not bad sia, considering that this is about 1/3 of our SIA marks at the end of the year.  We must add oil!  And that naughty AUDREY cheated my feelings.  I went to toilet to answer nature's call and was so relieved upon coming back to the toilet.  And that AUDREY had to gang up with becky and co. to tell me that our SS proposal did real badly.  And my heart sank.  Because i stayed back until so late in that chilly cold computer lab to edit non-stop and stayed up so many nights and she bluffed me just like that! HMPHHHH. Luckily my heart strong ah, can take the huge blow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me list down the things ive gotta do this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chemistry Worksheet&lt;br /&gt;2. History Reflective Essay&lt;br /&gt;3. English Socratic Seminar preparation&lt;br /&gt;4. Chinese Newspaper Article&lt;br /&gt;5. Sudongpo's Jiang Cheng Zi thingy&lt;br /&gt;6. A-Prime&lt;br /&gt;7. Chemistry Magic Research&lt;br /&gt;8. Buy files for SIAs&lt;br /&gt;9. Chinese SIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;10. Prepare stuff for OBS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a snaky long list.  But i betchya im gonna complete less than 1/2 of it.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And SYF is coming.  I can't wait.  Cos im so weary yet excited. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-110941505448252220?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/110941505448252220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=110941505448252220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110941505448252220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110941505448252220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/02/finally-all-term-tests-bonged-their.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-110907080273856096</id><published>2005-02-22T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T19:13:22.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's BSP test sucked.  I think i left out about 17 marks blank and the rest is questionably correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triple trauma.  First was return of biology test; then return of integrated math test then BSP test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO looking foward to OBS.  Yeah right. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-110907080273856096?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/110907080273856096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=110907080273856096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110907080273856096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110907080273856096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/02/todays-bsp-test-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-110829674704847779</id><published>2005-02-13T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T20:12:27.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! I've FINALLY finished the history assignment which i had abandoned for weeks.  And i spent the whole morning from 10 45am - 1pm and from 7pm-7 30pm to finish! But i think its very crappy and weak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, im left with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passionata, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A-Prime homework,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biology test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Integrated Mathematics test to study&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;History Reflective Essay &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is freaking lot! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-110829674704847779?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/110829674704847779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=110829674704847779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110829674704847779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110829674704847779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/02/yay-ive-finally-finished-history.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-110803451410934439</id><published>2005-02-10T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T19:22:46.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed my blogskin to this beautiful panoromic scenery during winter. Found it very sentimental and soothing. A change from the hustle-bustle urbane life. Yup. Rememeber to tag k! My tagboard feels deprived. Only exceptionally well-nourished by bouncing huanhuan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-110803451410934439?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/110803451410934439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=110803451410934439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110803451410934439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110803451410934439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/02/changed-my-blogskin-to-this-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-110742741352493947</id><published>2005-02-03T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T18:43:33.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year is coming! What a blessing. Chemistry test is finally over, and im gonna "poing" at it.  Woah, i died at the first two mcq already.  And i don't know how to count the molecular formula thingy.  How tragic can i get. *weeps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to get that song out of my head!! &lt;em&gt;Ra Ra Rasputin, Lover of the Russian Queen&lt;/em&gt; ... and i tell you, Kelly mama's pineappletarts rock the house!! The flour is so soft and it virtually melts in your mouth and leaves you gripping for more.  Shall ask her mama to make some for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I symptathise Kevin Carter.  I don't think he deserves such a undesirable fate.  Much as that Sudanese girl deserves our utmost sympathy, my empathy and heart goes out to K.C.  Before the whole world goes around doubting and critisizing his professional and moral ethics, maybe they should dig their own conscience and reflect if they ever dropped a coin into the charity box along the streets.  If you are such a person, you don't in any way deserve to make any critical comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna slack the whole of this night.  Need a break.  &lt;em&gt;Phew.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-110742741352493947?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/110742741352493947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=110742741352493947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110742741352493947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110742741352493947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/02/chinese-new-year-is-coming-what.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-110699534070391184</id><published>2005-01-29T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T18:42:20.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sighh. Im so sorry becky!! I didn't do it on purpose.  Im so worried and flustered now.  Sighh. What if the bruise on her head gets worse?? Then i will feel guilty for the rest of my life.   Its engulfing me and choking me!! HOW? Im so scared.  I know that u are not mad at me because it was an accident and everything was unexpected, but then I don't have the courage to see that bruise on your head anymore.  It stabs my heart, because i know it was my utmost carelessness that landed you in such a miserable state.  Although you were still happily eating chocolates, ice-creams and playing the piano after the accident, i worry endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SORRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Beck!! I fervently pray for your speedy recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-110699534070391184?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/110699534070391184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=110699534070391184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110699534070391184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110699534070391184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/01/sighh.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-110682416429317773</id><published>2005-01-27T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T19:09:24.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im really v.pissed off at some times when people always make comments about something which is not true.  I don't mind if she says it only once, but repeatedly over a short period of time can be VERY offending.  I mean its like, what if someone keeps on saying, "Hey i realize you like to do this do that lehh" which is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NOT true NOT true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Things are not as surfaced as it seems. Much as i try to prove myself the opposite, you don't give me a chance to do so. You decided to remain deluded in your own narrow thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your will think that im just being a petty lil' girl but a human's heart is not so magnanimous as in to accept so many cutting comments.  You may say ,"but im just jesting what, must she get all so worked up?"  I don't know how to articulate my thoughts, but then one day if someone keeps doing that to you, that feeling of indignance is overwhelming.  I'm not kidding. Try it for yourself.  Its&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;heart-wrenching to feel so&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;maligned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am i supposed to do? Just let you criticise and comment endlessly? My heart is pumping ferociously in my body, and i can feel the pain okay.  I'm only but a being.  My heart feels, it works.  Sometimes you may think that its just joking but if you reflect back, people may not take it as just a mere joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be effectively critical. Don't offend people unwittingly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-110682416429317773?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/110682416429317773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=110682416429317773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110682416429317773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110682416429317773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-really-v.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-110656066098726202</id><published>2005-01-24T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T17:57:40.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I almost forgot that i owned a blog! So here i am, in a bid to revive my blog.  To immortalise it.  Anyway, its been a very very busy month for me.  Especially the past weekend.  You can say its a long weekend, with Hari Raya but then the unreasonable teachers gave so much homework.  Just pile up like that.  I spend the whole weekend doing it and still had to come to school today scribbling crumbs of homework undone.  I feel such a total failure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the hefty amounts of SIA portfolios and proposals are just enough to weigh me down and throttle me mercilessly.  Stupid proposals.  I mean how can there be 7 SIAs?  Which is equivilent to 7 PWs? And Kelly was so rightl; teachers keep harping that SIAs should go beyond marks; we should be very passionate and use this opportunity to explore beyond the classroom.  But it's like how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that we can be loyal and so ardous of 7 SIAs? You think we are knowledge and experience maniacs?? The thought of 7 SIAs can just drown me in the vast boudless sea.  I seriously wonder how the 1st batch managed to tide through Sec 3.  And they still have the energy and enthusiasm to withstand Sec 4s.  Or rather, they are &lt;em&gt;compelled&lt;/em&gt; into.  I salute you all man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if MOE keeps on ti2 chang4 innovation, creativity and beyond classroom learning, it's ridiculuosly laborious and soul-smothering to handle 7 PWs.  I hate IP.  I regret.  Every teacher made it sound so good; explaining that our end products could be this wonderful, but i don't see how we HUMANS are gonna have the vigor to run this SIA marathon.  But in any case, im already in IP, which means i can't back out and so, i have to give it by best shot.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im kept so busy that i utterly don't even have the time to go buy chinese new year clothes.  I feel like im a slave.  And im gonna fail this Wednesday's LA test.  Crazy, give us SATs to do.  My understanding not so powderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.  I need another 3 month break.  To perk my productivity and exhausted brains up.  The only thing i look forward to now is chinese new year.  A wonderful and more precious than anything 4-day break.  And after that, its struggling year ahead for me AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-110656066098726202?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/110656066098726202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=110656066098726202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110656066098726202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110656066098726202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-almost-forgot-that-i-owned-blog-so.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-110514723247794068</id><published>2005-01-08T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T09:24:43.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Ve decided to list down my new year resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study Hard, Play Hard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop being such a paranoid and pessimistic brat &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be happy and don't dread things that comes along in life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be able to look back at 2005 on the 31st dec with sense of achievement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HOPE that we can get Gold in this year's SYF, and with a large crumb of lady luck, Gold Honors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Improve in self-disciplinary, and time management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abstain from movies!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Excel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in all bloody subjects for EOY/OAS/ SIA (effortlessly Impossible)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what I FERVENTLY PRAY for in 2005:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family, maid, friends and I will be &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Health" target="_blank"&gt;health&lt;/a&gt;y, happy and safe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There will be less disasters happening in the globe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All my wishes will come true through pure "sweat and blood"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be a happier person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; worrying excessively&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good luck to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know that i really should abstain from movies, but i really CAN'T get enough of going to the theatres and munching on popcorns!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Below is a list that I really wanna watch:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kung Fu Hustle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aviator&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet the Fockers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-110514723247794068?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/110514723247794068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=110514723247794068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110514723247794068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110514723247794068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/01/ve-decided-to-list-down-my-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-110459372639218401</id><published>2005-01-01T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T23:37:44.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to everyone!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, don't you get too estatic. Its just common courtesy to greet one and all. The year isn't usually as smooth-sailing and radiant as you and i have always fervently pined for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynical i may be. But Year 9. I simply don't have the courage to endure what it takes JUST to scrape through my 15th year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is a recollection of the movies ive watched in 2004:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter and the &lt;em&gt;Prisoner&lt;/em&gt; of Azkaban &lt;em&gt;We are going on BOMPY ride!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lord of the Rings 3 &lt;em&gt;tediously long and draggy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dodgeball &lt;em&gt;cranky 'n' &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Sex" target="_blank"&gt;sex&lt;/a&gt;ually arousing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;White Chicks &lt;em&gt;i think im gonna have my bf-BASTARD fit! "Bitch" just couldn't fit the two black BROTHERS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Princess Diaries 2: The Royal Engagement &lt;em&gt;I want those exotic jewelries and gowns!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shark Tale &lt;em&gt;U sure u ain't gonna laugh? I'm a vegetable!! A cute "shark" tale indeed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Polar Express &lt;em&gt;Board the train!! To see polar bears' exprssos!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Incredibles &lt;em&gt;I promise i will be second in the track and field meets!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Dollmaster &lt;em&gt;Why don't you love me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taxi &lt;em&gt;Seatbelts fastened, mirrors wiped, doors locked, ok here we go ... BING BANG BONG!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Cool Guy &lt;em&gt;Jl Eun Sung!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wimbledon &lt;em&gt;PETER peter colt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phantom of the Opera &lt;em&gt;lalALA!! Sing once again with me ... our strange duet *Glass shatters into smithereens*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is a total of $79.90 spent. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worthwhile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-110459372639218401?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/110459372639218401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=110459372639218401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110459372639218401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110459372639218401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year-to-everyone-wait-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-110411421541826389</id><published>2004-12-27T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T10:23:35.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I'm having to re-analyze that long abandoned Lord of The Flies book.  A book that compelled me into hating Literature.  Sigh.  In a bid to complete that insipid horrendous ERP language arts assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blehh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-110411421541826389?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/110411421541826389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=110411421541826389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110411421541826389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110411421541826389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-cant-believe-that-im-having-to-re.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-110337414218131916</id><published>2004-12-18T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T20:59:01.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Will be going away for a week plus till Chrismas. Don't miss me!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T SLACK. Actually the bonestter's daughter is very nice. Soul-rendering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a sad week for me. What if a helpless person on her death&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; asks you to "Save me." And when you know you can't, you are overwhelmed with distraught which rips your heart so malevolently. And eventually she says, "I've got to go. I've really got to go." That very minute, everything just shuts down. The eyes closes, even the heart which beat so spontaneously under the ribcage, just suddenly stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see a loved one suffer unconditionally under the merciless palms of an illness is a torment. Much as you sought countless helps, all seemed bleak and futile.  No matter how wealthy they were, how much they were wiling to pay to find a definite cure, it was in vain.  Hundreds of thousand dollars were spent, to prolong her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; told me that his house will be so quiet without her from then onwards, I was at a total loss for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grief Stricken. Sorrows aplenty.&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/7296789-110337414218131916?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/110337414218131916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=110337414218131916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110337414218131916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110337414218131916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-110281544484626329</id><published>2004-12-12T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T09:37:24.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sings in a soprano voice* Gooodie Morning!  Just came back from breakfast.  And i missed yesterday's Summer Scent again! Too tired these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at CK tangs doing kettling on fri.   Sher, bei, marh and shan saw leandra before i came.  Then after that, we saw olinda!!! She was trying very hard to disguise herself but she could not escape our mighty eyes!! Then sher and shan screamed for her, and she said that she would sign her autograph for them after she comes out.  Time crawled very slowly.  Tick tock tick tock, and she never come out.  *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was around 5 53pm when this young guy sucking a lollipop came and take over us.   I was so shocked at first. But then quickly handed the bell to him cos was too tired.  Then stood with xr at the ledge just outside CK Tang, foolishly waiting for olinda to come out.  Haha.  Then i saw mr alex.teo.  And so we waved.  Then xr thought i was waving at thin air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strings camp started out with a helluva fun.  But it died down rather abruptly and ended on a rummy note, because of some petty misunderstanding.  The effects were further felt on fri.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Korea next week.  And I'm gonna miss Christmas.  *Pouts*.  And i can't go to Andrea's house on 23rd.  *weeps wretchedly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop here.  I am FINALLY gonna watch The Incredibles tomorrow, after a tortuous wait for yueling's swollen leg to un-swollen.  Lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-110281544484626329?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/110281544484626329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=110281544484626329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110281544484626329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110281544484626329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/12/sings-in-soprano-voice-gooodie-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-110221880200361187</id><published>2004-12-05T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T11:53:22.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shall update. IM TOTALLY BORED.  Taufik won!!! YAY!! K larh, i was a bit sad. Cos i couldn't really bear to see either of them lose.  Nvm.   Lemme see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my mom on tuesday.  She took leave to take me out.  Yay.  Went to Heeren Lemongrass to have lunch.  And this waiter, i can't stand him.  His head is well-shaven, very shiny and got bad attitude.  HMPHH. Then went to suntec to shop.  Bought this pretty wallet for 2005, and some clothes and bought some socks for britt.  Was looking at all the Billabong pencilcase and thinking: Gosh, they are all so ... for boys.  Then went to Coffeebean to have a cuppa.  Im fat.  I ate this thick chocolate fudge-brownie.  Which was $4.90 at one slice.  And i couldn't finish.  Then i drank this vanilla-shake.  So fattening right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to marh's house on wednesday.  Se&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;wang.  Incredulously far.  And i actually took the wrong train.  Went to the other end of the island.  Only at Raffles Place i realize i was hopelessly miles away from her house. So got off the train in a huff and took the right one.  I tell you.  The train ride SUPER long.  Can practically just rot there and become a zombie.  There was this 2 big families on the same cabin as me.  And the baby kept crying inconsistently.  Sigh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had CCA on thurs, fri and sat.  Sze was in a v. good mood.  Wish he's always like that. I mean, if he's in a good mood, then we can perform &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Health" target="_blank"&gt;health&lt;/a&gt;ily.  If he throws temper at us,  we will have an inferior and petrified complex and naturally confidence plummets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to East coast last night.  Took a walk there.  Refreshing and breezy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself to do homework.  But im too lazy.  Procastination sets in again!! And they want us to read that bonesetter's book.  So thick and wordy.  Can virtually stifle my brains. Now only at page 60 plus.  Slow man.  That's only a fifth of the book! I think im just gonna sit fot the test with my common intelligence. No preparation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out for lunch now. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-110221880200361187?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/110221880200361187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=110221880200361187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110221880200361187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110221880200361187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/12/shall-update.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-110178053226478763</id><published>2004-11-30T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T10:08:52.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy mackerel, not a single soul is floating online!! Geeeshh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at lucky plaza helping The Salvation Army ring the bell and collect donations for the less privileged children celebrate a "magical" christmas this year.  Then there was this Sony counter with two insipid employees begging us to stop ringing the bell or at least ring it less vigorously.  Cos it was like the chant that the Tripitaka deployed on Monkey God.  Then when we stopped ringing, sher and I had this ongoing bell ringing in our brains and ears.   Sher was ONE HOUR LATE. BUT SHE WAS VERY ENTHU!! Yay, mauckies sher!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sandd for helping us initially too!! At least quite a number donated, for that gruelling perpetual 3 hours.  Probably raised about 150 bucks?? Not bad larh. Considering that we were green and inexperienced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i wanted to go home and eat dinner.  But standing for 3 hours virtually ripped me of my joules of energy and so we ate at Mos Burger at Takashimaya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to Becky on the phone at night.  It was her who called me initially cos she was bored.  And i ended up uncovering my deepest personal problem to her.  When i was trying to tell her initially, i was on the verge of tears and my voice went jittery.  Felt a little consoled after putting down the call. Thanks becky.  Appreciated your golden words.  Really a v. good buddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA in the morning was filled with much excitement and amazingly extraordinary experience.  Magic Mushrooms.  It was so bloody short.  It started at 10 30 and ceased at 12 noon.  Sze was in a good mood. Which spells happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and went to watch Polar Express with my momma on Sunday. Although sandd and jiaen said that it was v. nice, but i personally feel its not enticing enough.  The plot was rather mundane, filled with lotsa beliefs and morals.  Only liked the setting cos it was multihued and vibrantly lively.    And was munching on popcorns and nachos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really start drafting out my December holidays and make full use of it.  Won't be celebrating Christmas in Sgpore.  And with all the assignments gushing in,  GRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that A.C had the cheek to say "HAVE A FRUITFUL AND REWARDING HOLIDAY".  Spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, on Discovery Channel, was watching the Top 10 resorts in the World.  I liked the Spain one!! It was paradisical.  And i told my parents i wanted to go there someday.  But i guess its exhorbitant.  Never mind, when i grow up and earned enough money, i will treat my whole family there.  NOW, THAT IS A FRUITFUL AND REWARDING HOLIDAY I'M TALKING ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sher and I are in love with autumn tale!! And i am in love with Song Seung Han and Song Hye Kyo and Won Bin.  I like such weepy and saccharine soap operas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go Sher's house this wed!! It seems that we fantasize wed lots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-110178053226478763?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/110178053226478763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=110178053226478763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110178053226478763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110178053226478763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/11/holy-mackerel-not-single-soul-is.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-110113371108499100</id><published>2004-11-22T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T22:33:15.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bloodily throttled by my guilt-stricken consicence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Went to Suntec City yesterday. Cos my dad wanted to see the motor-exhibition. So my bro and dad went. And they actually had to pay for tickets to gain entry to those "spectacular" cars?! Trying to con our money issit!! Haha. But my dad's eyes go dreamy when he sees shiny glistening cars. He took a liking to this French Peugeot sports car. But of course he didn't buy. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my blameworthy story. While my dad and bor went for the motor thingy, my mum and i went shopping. And i saw this beautiful elegant Adidas Campus sneakers and was feeling materialistic. And &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I THOUGHT IT WAS ON SALE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So i told my mom, "Hey mummy, i like this shoe very much." Then she went,"Are you sure it's for girls? It looks so bulky and boyish." Then there was this momental tomb-like silence betweent the both of us. And she blurted, "You like this shoe very much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that pair of shoes were probably in cahoots. They prolly struck a spell in my head and i nodded simultaneously. I thought it was $80 and when my mum paid, it was $100 over. She was freaking pissed with me. And i was disappointed with myself being so self-centred. How could i have spent 100 over bucks just so blatantly?? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just so malevolently??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I hated myself. I already have so many pairs of shoes and i actually bought another one. Gosh. I've really got no money concept. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHEN AM I GONNA WAKE UP???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am so BLOODY GUILTY. I am just a mere 14 year old girl. I in no way deserve to feel unashamed of spending money. This is simply being audacious, imprudent and shameless. Its my parents money. No matter how much they earn, no matter how loaded and wealthy they are, i deserve no right to spend at such an incorrigible rate. And i had the humanity to ask from my mom back my 75 bucks. Sigh. HOW SUCKY CAN I GET. And my parents still dote on me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel horrible when i dun get what i want but when i got it, there is a lace of angst repentence within me. I dunno why im feeling like that. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SHOUT INTO MY FACE AND TELL ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And my mum still wanna buy me this $500 over english lace embroidery &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; set for chinese new year. As much as i would like to be it's owner, i know that it's too big a hat for me to clad on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-110113371108499100?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/110113371108499100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=110113371108499100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110113371108499100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110113371108499100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-am-so-bloodily-throttled-by-my-guilt.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-110100172589905112</id><published>2004-11-21T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T09:49:57.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've got a list of things here which i need to do: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Help Wanfang ask Becky to borrow her M.G. 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a belated birthday prezzie for Brittany and Yueling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Return Becky her remaining third box of M.G.2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lend Sherene Endless &lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Retrieve from xr D.B. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Retrieve from marh MVP.V and lend to Becky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Search for some useful stuff to do and achieve during the Dec. holidays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Search for community service &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chase from Sandy back my 6 bucks and yueling my 2 bucks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chase from my mum back my 75 bucks!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Retrieve my be-au-ti-ful clothes back from shan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on a holiday!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a universal slacker. I must'nt procastinate. I must'nt procastinate. I CANNOT procastinate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-110100172589905112?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/110100172589905112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=110100172589905112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110100172589905112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110100172589905112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/11/ive-got-list-of-things-here-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-110086114168119569</id><published>2004-11-19T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T18:46:43.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy mackerel!! This week has been akin a fun-filled and thrilling roller coaster ride for me!! It virtually blusted this dull mundane scatterbrains of mine. Let's trace back this exhilarating journey(perhaps not that to you):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya to all the fellow muslims out there!!! When i went out today, i saw countless muslims decked out in their new exotic and resplendent traditioinal attires. Is is the Sarang Kebaya, with that Tudon?? Something like that. But the variety of outfits i saw was so wide and definitely an eye-opener. Its that kind of nice shiny garment, with different color overtones yet displaying a nice contrast amongst them colors. Bad explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. Went to watch Shark Tale!! With my mother. Cos no one wanted to watch with me. Everyone all said that shark tale wasn't interesting and din have a good trailer, so i watched with my mummy in the end. I love my mummy so much, for giving in to my whims and fancies loving and doting me so much!! In here, i dedicate a big wonder-some kiss to you!! *MUACKIES!!*. Actually, sometimes we loathe our parents so much, for nagging so much at us, and scolding us till we get so exasperated that we can no longer tolerate them and even unintentionally blabbering out undesirable comments to them. But no parents won't love their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true im very lucky that ive got parents who love me and my bro so much, aren't like most parents who scold their kids very often. Anyway, i feel very blessed for having such lovely parents. Sometimes, my dad says i sheng1 zai4 fu2 zhong1 bu4 zhi1 fu2, cos whatever i wanted, i always get it. Which is true. Im lucky. Yes, i am. I love you so much, mum and dad. You don't force us to do things against our wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, Shark Tale was very funny and entertaining. Go watch it, if u should be feeling low. Cos it will perhaps help to soothen ur smothered heart. At least, if it doesn't lighten ur heavy heart, it will lighten ur drooping wallet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to town with manda to catch a movie. This time round, i was only 9 minutes late, to be exact, compared to last week's gruelling 45 minutes wait for her. Haha. Okie, we watched Taxi.&lt;br /&gt;It was bloodily hilarious and gobsmacking. I was laughing like an insane woman, and i just coudn't stop laughing. And u noe my laughter always sound very spastic and sadistic, i think the audience around me were having second thoughts about sitting next to a woman with a screw lose in her head. Which is me larhh. Duh. Taxi is a must-watch!! Very very uproarious, though the plot is a bit lame-botic. It's a REAL funny show which can throw you into ceaseless fits. Unless you are an INSANELY SADISTIC PERSON, 99.999% SUFFERING FROM SEVERE DEPRESSION OR PSYCHOLOGICALLY ILL, like that girl Young Ha in The Dollmaster, if not u will definitely like the show for its stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Woke up early to go to Tania's house to play!! Haha. Met becky at the HCJC bus-stop and was officially LATE AGAIN. Sorry, but this bad habit of mine is getting milder by the day. Trust me. One day, i will definitely be PUNCTUAL. Long bus ride to Choa Chu Kang though. And we watched Hotelier at her house!! Very nice!! I like!! But tania and becky were there sewing. How ah-mahhh. K larh, but very womanly, unlike me, laughing away watching that VCD, spastically. I dunno why, but i just can't help my spastic laugh. Its very spastic i know. But that's the way i laugh. You know like that Summer Scent guy, Che Taifeng. And im halfway through watching that show. Its very nice and funny. Filled with suspense. Im a big time TV addict. And we ate home-cooked food for lunch!! Eggs with fishcake, chicken nuggets, white rice and wanton soup!! I love home-cooked food!! YAY!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went bowling with sher, mar, tan and shan in the afternoon. After becky and xuerong forsook me for their Derrick Wong in the Aviva Opens. I love bowling!! Marilyn should consider taking up bowling lessons from a professional; she has both the calibre and potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went to the Jurong Bird Park today. With the Golf and Softball dudes. And i was punctual!! 12pm. BUT, THE BUS LEFT WITHOUT ME. I was so devastated at that moment. So i was left with no choice, but to call Mr Teo to render help. And he told me to take a bus. And i was, "But i dunno how to take a bus to JBP!!" So he asked me to hire a cab. Then i went all quiet, cos i was contemplating at the back of my head that it would cost me a bomb to get to Jurong from Bukit Timah. Then he suddenly said that he would reimburse me. Great, so i hopped onto a taxi and the bill came up to a total of $10.90. At least, i didn't lose my precious 6 hours of CIP. But most importantly, was that i enjoyed myself thoroughly with the old folks. Although half the time i had difficulty making out what they were saying. But they were very amiable. It was not a chore to be with them, but a route to self-discovery and excitement from another angle. The old folks were really great, and got all so estatic seeing the striking birds fly around. It was my pleasure to see them at all smiles. Just felt a sense of happiness for them. The old folk that brittany, wanfang and i took care of was 86 years old, but she was still going so strong and cheerful. And she retained lotsa black hair!! Very &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Health" target="_blank"&gt;health&lt;/a&gt;y and vivacious old lady!! She is still in the pink of &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Health" target="_blank"&gt;health&lt;/a&gt; despite her ripe and old age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about all. But JBP was quite nice, except for the fact that there were inconsistent showers during the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, a very enriching and heartening week for me. And it also marks the end of my brother's 'O's. I bet he is now having a helluva fun in town. And he'll probably be back only at 12 midnight. And i will once again be the good sister, who waits for him to come back and open door, lay the royal red carpet for him to his room in the 5th level. Haha. He promised to go bowling with me tomorrow night at Raffles Town Club, but i bet he's gonna break his promise again. Like he always did anyway. Cos he would be clubbing with his friends and having a rendezvous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-110086114168119569?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/110086114168119569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=110086114168119569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110086114168119569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110086114168119569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/11/holy-mackerel-this-week-has-been-akin.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-110040647143403179</id><published>2004-11-14T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T12:30:21.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;306'05&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;rocks my booties!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-110040647143403179?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/110040647143403179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=110040647143403179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110040647143403179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110040647143403179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/11/30605rocks-my-booties.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-110033376173562573</id><published>2004-11-13T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T16:16:01.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The choice combination AND class allocation was out yesterday.  I was so anxious that my heart was practically pounding ferociously and i couldn't contain my screams and shrills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia told me i was in 307 at first.  And apparently, only jo is in that class.  306 and 307 were the ip-bsp classes.  And i was SO devastated.  "JO!!" i cried.  "Its only the two of us left now!!"  I continued whining and moaning.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then people started sms-ing in saying that i was in 306.  And i squealed in delight!! And i was singing like a berserk woman and my glorious beam just couldn't fade away. Haha.  And jo, was left stranded in 307.  Poor thing.  Maybe she can opt in to 306!! Tentatively, xr-becky-I-marH-beiyu-jiebin-sandd are in 306. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people would be in a bsp class? If it's 25, then almost 1/3 are from triXers'O3'04!!  Which is incredulously AMAZING.  I really really din expect myself to be in the same class as becky and xr.  Haha.  BUT sherene!!! She's in 304!!! HOW CAN!!!! She should have opted for BSP!!! Oh man, i gonna miss her lotsa; since she was my only "singing-outta-tune" companion.  It's really heartbreaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna pen shoutouts to people!! Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-110033376173562573?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/110033376173562573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=110033376173562573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110033376173562573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110033376173562573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/11/choice-combination-and-class.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-110023301139162813</id><published>2004-11-12T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T12:18:26.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up rather early today. Seems that i seldom sleep in. The late Arafat is everywhere in the news. He sounds like a great fighter with a great spirit, despite several misgivings that he had committed. *Shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can u utterly believe what i did today?! I finally decided to search for my booklist and start calculating the gross amount of money which my books will cost me next year. And the total bill came up to total of $219.90. I initially thought that i could reuse my bro's books since he had tons in preparation for his 'O's. And it turned out that we were using totally different books!! Except for that stupid &lt;em&gt;Chemistry Matters&lt;/em&gt;. So, couldn't save much. I thought i could save on the $48.00 History textbook, but when i checked my bro's book, it was different. And his book was $90+. I didn't use to use my brothers' books, cause i hate being passed on with second-handed stuff, but now in secondary school, the books are getting so thick and expensive, it would be plain stupidity to buy another newer twin. Furthermore, the old books has notes in it, beneficial for the next user, which is obviously me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus new uniform, schoolbag, pencilcase, stationery, bottle, white shoes, etc, its gonna fetch a high price. Which i won't blurt out, cause it's too e&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;rrassing to let peepz know that i am such a huge spender. But i seem to lose interest in the excitement of hunting for all these new stuff for the new year, in fact, feeling a little too &lt;em&gt;weary&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most significant and unbelievable highlight of the day: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DID MY ALGEBRA WORKSHEET #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone gasps!! Yarh! Gasps!! Because i just felt like a useless slug, everyday, decomposing either at home or in town, not learning anything new or attempting to "restart" my rusty scatterbrains. And it took me a total of 56 mins. HMPHH. But it was quite easy to do larh. And i felt more "useful" and at least i could proudly tell my parents that i did some of the holidays homework. Sadly, i dun have worksheet #2. Think i forgot to take that day. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Soul-rendering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should go on some cooking courses. Since i like eating so much. Haha, shall ask xuerong about that!!&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/7296789-110023301139162813?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/110023301139162813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=110023301139162813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110023301139162813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110023301139162813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/11/woke-up-rather-early-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-110017113542027579</id><published>2004-11-11T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T11:58:19.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Deepavali to everyone!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went out yesterday to watch The Dollmaster with manda. Was officially 45 minutes late in meeting her. To think i was harping on punctuality the night before!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Dollmaster was a horror-thriller kinda korean show. It freaked the wits outta me!! But then it can't be compared to Tale of 2 Sisters and Ju-on. I feel like a total sadist. Considering that not many people love to watch horror films like me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Manda was constantly covering her ears and shutting her eyes with the popcorn bag when there was climax. Actually it was always the sound effects and heavy laboured breathing and tomb-like silence atmosphere in the setting that made the show horrifying. But there is always this evil lady in the show. The way they talk and ask questions sounds very cynical and seem to approach madness when they speak of the desire to do something. Their eyes, and low-pitched voice. I dunno how to say, but it's super creepy. And they always appear to be doing something mysterious. Plus their dark red lipstick and super black hair and dull-color apparel, its totally FREAKYFYING!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But ONE BIG FAT thing which disrupted my movie was the people sitting behind. They think they are in the wet market, chatter so unremittingly saying this girl is the "chio-est" girl in their whole life. Then kicked the chair non-stop. Talk and kick non-stop. This is what i call INCONSIDERATE. They don't to me, show any sign of being culturally-conditioned, except that they have clothes on. THAT's ALL. Their attitude stinks. Who do you think you are? The king or queen of some lalaland?? YOU ALL are in a public place, there are others viewing the movie too!! YOU ALL are being TOO INSENSTIVE by displaying a wanton of destruction. UNCOUTH. Imagine me kicking your chair incessantly and how would you feel? Super Irritated right? GRRRRR. They get on my nerves. I hate such people who do not show the right proprieties in the right place. It's not that i always abide by such stuff. But its just PURE COURTESY AND CONSIDERATION FOR THE COMMON WHOLE. Even if you were the king or whatsoever, i don't give a darn. Cos you everyday enjoy a materialistic life, but what about your bai3xing4men2? Have you ever spared a thought for them? Shan't ramble on anymore; it makes me fuming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we went to eat at Sakae Sushi, Heeren. The 3-6pm buffet. With GST all added in, its about 16 bucks. Rather worth it. Considering that we ate:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Softshell crab handroll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chawamushi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Salmon Sashimi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Raw Japanese Seasoned Fresh Scallop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Softshell crab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sushis' on the conveyor belt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seaweed Udon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fried Tofu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tako Yaki Octopus Balls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Strawberry Ice-cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;plus somemore, which i can't remember. But i remembered we ate until stomachs almost burst!! I wanna go there again. But my bro said that the EDO sushi at cineleisure was better. Shall try there next week when we go out again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Had a whole list of &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=movies" target="_blank"&gt;movies&lt;/a&gt; planned out for myself to watch next week when i go out. Here goes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shark Tale &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Princess Diaries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Forgotten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ladder 49&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;National Treasures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yup, and a total of ... quick calculations: $37.50 Its at least better than going on a shopping spree and buy lotsa clothes and stuff like that. But i have been kicking that bad habit of the late. Suddenly lost interest in shopping. Cos' it makes me SO tired and i've gotta hunt like mad for things i really like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I prefer to just watch 2 &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=movies" target="_blank"&gt;movies&lt;/a&gt; in a day, have a good lunch, at some interesting and value-for-money restaurant. I prefer such a more simplistic lifestyle. At most the total bill for the day would come up to about $30. Compared to constantly buying stuff which can rip me of hundred over bucks in one single day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-110017113542027579?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/110017113542027579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=110017113542027579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110017113542027579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/110017113542027579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-deepavali-to-everyone-went-out.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109999787272465290</id><published>2004-11-09T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T18:57:52.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shall update today.  Actually feeling too LAZY to update cos there were too many happening things!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, CHORAL NIGHT ROCKED MY WORLD!! But its really sad, because that was officially the last time trixers did something together.  But anyway, heard that both our plays were super funny and interesting!! *squeals* I enjoyed myself utmostly, being a BIMBO at that.  But let me reinforce that i am NOT a bimbo.  I've got a fabulouSO brain!! So get it right, i am different from what i am at stage.  &lt;em&gt;totally.  &lt;/em&gt;But in any case, it was more than full house that night, which was very encouraging and gratifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished we could act again.  Loved the play to bits.  Used to think that it would not go far and soon, it would just be eliminated.  But hey look dudes, what happened in the end?! WE SUCCEEDED!! I enjoy acting on stage.  I wanna be given more chances to act on stage!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choral night also officially marked the beginning of an ending.  Fellow trixers, we are now officially paving new paths for ourselves.  Envision a more prospective future!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went to Becky's house! Again!! Haha, loved her house, cos there are tons of food stocked up.  Haha, and we watched Hotellier and Thirteen going on Thirty.  Both were very nice.  Now, i decided to continue watching Hotellier thou i had a negative impression of it at first.  I am now a tv-addict.  My dad says that my eyes would jolly well transform into a goldfish's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this morning, i watched Endless Love.  Can't seem to get sick of it.  The plot, and casts were so touching and overwhelming.  The emotions in which they brought out evoked sadness and sympathy within me, and i shrouded in fear and poignancy!! Although it's a bit draggy, but their predicament, plus the excellent OST and background scenery makes up for it.  In my opinion, outta Winter Sonata, Summer Scent and Endless Love, Endless Love was the most touching and tetchy.  I liked Winter Sonata too, but somehow the predicament that Autumn Tale encompasses seems to tap my hearts of the hearts more.  Dunno why, but if you watch it for the first time, you will definitely need ju-nice's HIGH CLASS TISSUEBOX by your side.  But the whole setting choreography is superb, thats what adds lotsa flavour to the show!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, i shall go and eat dinner now!! Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-109999787272465290?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/109999787272465290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=109999787272465290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109999787272465290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109999787272465290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/11/shall-update-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109947832459749484</id><published>2004-11-03T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T18:38:44.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from CCA.  I received a huge shock of my life.  Sze said that i was QUIET????  Like WHAT THE!! I am a super duper chatterbox chatting incessantly, tirelessly and so effortlessly.  I can be on the phone for hours, or yabber like a dork non-stop and he said that i was QUIET!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understandable.  Like what Brittany has said, i have two faces, a serious and playful one.  With friends, i talk without any qualms and am probably the acclaimed chatterer in class.  With family, i natter even so unremittingly! BUT; i am very serious when it comes to work.  But i still can't believe that someone has actually said i was quiet.  In primary school, i always get scolded like mad for talking in class, but not really in sec school.  Cos' teachers don't give a darn to whatever you are doing.  Even if i was doodling on my book, counting money or scrutinizing becky's wallet in front of 'em, they shrug.  And he had to say it a few times during CCA.  What an irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind about that. Monday was fund-raising night.  Quite okay larh.  Managed to use my glib tongue and con several peop's money.  Felt like a salesperson that night man.  The dramas were also average only; in fact it was rather mundane and dry, but i dunno how come G.T. says that it was a good opening.  Perhaps i could not appreciate their masterarts. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to far-east with sher, bei, mar, shan and tania.  And omg, their Hainanese Chicken Rice was FABULOUX!!! And it was very worth it, considering that it was a shop in orchard, and that we ate 1 plate of standard chicken serving +1.5 plates of rice+1 tea-leaf egg+1 bowl of soup, it came up to a total of only $4.05.  And the chicken ROCKS BIG TIME.  So tender and juicy.  Ok, i an getting a lil' too disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the uncle din't believe us at first. That how could it be $4 and 5 cents.  So sherene started explaining to him and he looked at her in disbelief.  Then suddenly shanru said in mandarin," total is $24.30, so divided by six, $4.05 lorh."  Then happen that shan was wearing nanyang polo shirt, and that oblivious uncle said, "hai2 shi4 nanyang de4 cong1 ming2! (nanyang is still the smartest)". And we all stared at him in utter incredulity.  Then we shouted righteously,"Uncle,we are all from nanyang!!" And he was asking if we were pirated. LIKE OF COURSE NOT!! nanyang rawks!!  What a cute and lively uncle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went school to watch Choral Night again.  Quite nice larh.  Back home, at twelve plus, i started taking out all the neoprints and compile them into a photo frame, and wrote &lt;em&gt;BYE TRIXERS'03'04.  &lt;/em&gt;Felt a little overwhelmed then, but overcame it.  I can't believe that 203 has come to a cease.  All the happy and tough moments we came across, seem to have disintegrated into ancient brown ashes.  Very sad, i will miss all of ya!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think 203 was a superb class.  We seldom quarelled, always managed to squeeze into the finals for many inter-class competitions an display out utmost arrogance and fighting spirit.  So what if others said that we were aggressive.  As the saying goes "dog eats dog". As long as we did not violate the rules, the stronger one will emerge as the ultimate winner. I love 203 so much.  Why can't we just stick as one class for 2 more years?  Two years as flown by, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-109947832459749484?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/109947832459749484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=109947832459749484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109947832459749484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109947832459749484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/11/just-came-back-from-cca.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109927204919675640</id><published>2004-11-01T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T09:20:49.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's rather early now!! Last weekend has been very fruitful for me.   Went to lotsa places to play, muck around, NOT REALLY to shop.  So dun always say i am a spendthrift girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayys, lets talk about saturday first.  Morning, there was supposed to be CCA.  And in the end, so few people turned up, and the hours flew by like that, wasted.  Then we had choral night rehersal. As per normal, there were so many NGs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, i had transformed into a guai-kia and followed my parents to that Tradewinds Tour Agency in Chinatown.  What an orh-lu-lu place and i still went ok.  My parents were so fickle, or rather because it was my presence that made their decision waver.  Nvm, we had intended to go lasvegas and california or Italy, but because of clashes of window period with my brother, it may not seem possible any longer.  So, we made do with Korea.  Not bad larh, at least can see my idols' pictures hung around in every part of the county. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, i will go to New York.  I always say that, but some activities always tie me down so tightly, and breathing down my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i accompanied my mom to the supermarket.  HOW GUAI can i get right.  But my ultimate motive was to stock up snacks and goodies for the coming holidays. Heh heh!! So i entered the supermarket, and zoomed my way to the snacks section, grab multiple stuff till my hands were full.  I think people thought that i was real childish, cos i grabbed my childhood favourite, Honey Stars and Flinstones Pebbles Cereal!!  And got some Ruffles'chips, chocos and biscuits into the trolley as well.  Oh yes, and not to forget, Smoked Cheese.  These snacks are also beneficial for my bro to tide his gruelling 'O' levels.  How thoughtful of I! :)  I feel like a glutton, and mar has said i am one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, i went to Sentonsa, with 13 other peeps.  We played ball!  And swam in the sea for approx. 5.5 hours, and played Captain Ball in the waters.  And then i felt that my face was suffering from sunburnt, and decided to apply that sun block lotion.  And i was so ardous about swimming that i went straight back into the waters before waiting for the lotion to take effect.  So in the end i had to re-apply.  But nvm, my face still got black. And i got tanner as well.  The water was damn saltish, and i could feel many lil' fishes nibbling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we took the monorail back!! Whee!! Andf we went to Andrea's house after that.  I love andrea's house!! So cosy, warm and full of antiques!!  And marilyn made use of her guzheng and played some really melodious and chinese-sy pieces. But it was so soothing i tell you.  The speed and accuracy at which her fngers move was so damn bloody gobsmacking! Then Shan started singing the Fair Princess 3 song, and asked her to play on the Guzheng. I momentarily feel in love with the guzheng.  Such "diao-diao-diao" music, very soothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And becky and jia-en was there, smacking relentlessly on the drums.  But it contributed to the atmosphere.  And we played cards and mahjong.  And Andrea's room is so nice!!  So cosy.. but a lil' unkempt.  It was so happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i came home at 10plus, feeling all sandy and salty and dirty.  I bathed at 2 plus in the morning.  And realized that i could think so well at that time.  I thought about my life, and those philosophical stuffies.  Solitude exists!  And i went sleep and 3 30am liddat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am, recounting about the start of skool holidays acitivties. Really enjoyed myself thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoyment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greatest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 'O'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; aSSet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7296789-109927204919675640?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/109927204919675640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=109927204919675640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109927204919675640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109927204919675640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-rather-early-now-last-weekend-has.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109905429133038608</id><published>2004-10-29T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T20:51:31.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling so darn depressed and stifled now.  Dun feel like explaining.  It's a very complicated issue, which i as a bystander, has blindly followed into their entangled knot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, can't seem to be getting my quick running semiquavers right.  Seems that when i am able to cross strings well and play the running notes well, my speed end up deccelerating.  But then when i try to play fast, i skip a note here and there.  Gonna suffer from severe finger neorosis soon. My fingers can't react fast enough to the speed.  I have poor coordination. Looks like i take up something that improves coordination.  Add to that, aching shoulders and neck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go wild wild wet, escape. sentosa, snowcity.   But my CCA days are massively gobbling up all my leisure time. I feel so depressed and so lousy. Can u believe that i as a Singaporean, has not even visited her very own tourist attractions?  Can't even take a breather after EOYS.  Insurmountable stress, worries are tip-toeing its way up my baboonic brain, engulfing it.  Why can't the damn school just give us a break during the holidays.  Let us break free from the cruel reality and stop CCA. So that we can utmostly enjoy ourselves and come back to school in the new year, feeling refreshed and ready to take on new challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore.  Forever competing.  FOREVER.  Our fellow citizens have become so obsssessed with deriving success that they have lost their mind and forgotten themselves.  Compete compete compete until your personality and team spirit is ruined.  Is that what we really want? The by-products would be stupidity, poor soft-skills, poor social skills, and a conformist society, bounded by the protocols and possess "I MUST WIN" mindsets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one would do whatever it takes to attain success, even if it means at the suspense of harming your surrounding people, it's practically losing your sense of direction and self-consciousness.  Isn't the process SUPPOSEDLY more important than the results? This is what YOU teachers teach us at school.  And you all dun practise what you all preach.  Say what it's better to have a good personality than to be academically-inclined. But at the end of the day, who are the ones who cast prejudiced glares on the academically weaker students? Who are the ones who practised favouritsm? Who are the ones who shows his/her displeasure, chides the weaker students at their disposal? It is the teachers, the hypothetical knowledge and morals conveyors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you rant and rant non-stop, asking us to go back and reflect during the holidays.  We reflect a lot. Its because you all teachers give us so much pressure that's why OUR HEARTS DIE.  Still got the guts to call us to reflect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, this, IS MY REFLECTION. And i feel so good after having it all fumed out from my heart.  This is my personal opinion.  Of course, there is some teachers whom i like especially, but some other teachers should ALSO go and jian2 tao3 what they had been doing, why had they been mucking around, bull-shitting, talking big in the education world for so long.  You all would probably think that we are just adolescents. And so you have to right to overrule us.  LEt me tell you, this is NOT GONNA HAPPEN in my world.  Actually, i got so much more to say. But i have decided not to be so extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm throttling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a total failure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which in actual reality,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-109905429133038608?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/109905429133038608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=109905429133038608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109905429133038608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109905429133038608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/10/feeling-so-darn-depressed-and-stifled.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109895680271978170</id><published>2004-10-28T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T17:46:42.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH YARH.  GE4 WEI4 XIANG1 QING1 FU4 LAO3 (translate: dear fellow folks, villagers, ladies, gentlemen and the elderly):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LEND MY YOUR EARS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;AND EYES FOR A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;FEW MORE SECONDS.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;PLEASE COME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FOR THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;TRIXERS'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;CHORAL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;NIGHT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DRAMA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PERFORMANCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Date:  5th November 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Nanyang Girls' High School Siew May Auditorium&lt;br /&gt;Time: 7 pm&lt;br /&gt; *Free admission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if u are free for the rest of the nights, please come and support other classes during that week as well, especially trixers' junior class, 1/03 yeah!! On the 1st Nov, same place, same time.  Support us for fund-raising too!! We trained real hard, we slaved, we trickled sweat for it!! So COME AND SUPPORT!!&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/7296789-109895680271978170?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/109895680271978170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=109895680271978170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109895680271978170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109895680271978170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-yarh.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109895613918415531</id><published>2004-10-28T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T17:35:39.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi! Watching meteor garden 2 now.  I suddenly feel so passionate towards zai zai.  *blinks and winks* Zai zai rawks!! woohoohoo!! Enough of my nonsensical stuffies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's better to let the filthy emotions hang in public than to hide them in the hearts of hearts, with a further perpetual zing of awkwardness.   Maybe, its better to apologize even when you think when u are not in the wrong, instead of stubbornly guarding 'em with such uselessly fervent pride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in any case, i hope that the bond between trixers'04 will still be as strong and stable as ever.  Not one with a high boiling or melting point.  (haha... crap larh) I dunno how to articulate myself well when it comes to such a sensitive issue.  But then, after coming as far as 2 years as good friends, sherene and marilyn, just make up larhl; and dun give each other the cold shoulder.  1 more day, and u may be uptaking a totally new and different destiny!  So make full use of this one day left and create a zest!, so that there would be ever-golden and unforgettable memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years vs. one day.  Not worth it yeah! So just make up larh!! I am feeling so baffled in this mysteriously entangled knot.  I like to hear your happy laughter, cacophonous chatter as before!! Pout no longer yeah! GOGOGO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, choral nite is next week. Actually, i have full confidence in both groups now!  Maybe everyone feels bloody sick of their roles.  But then if we dun be in character, be in plot, then the whole thing will just get leng2 chang3.  We can make it!! And i love the dance!! Go sharon, xuerong, laobei and yuzhen!! You all can dance superb!! Just brandish ur radiance and confidence, and you will shine!! Shine We Are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the last day of school!  And there's that stupid prize-presentation thingy.  I ponned the rehersal today, think i am just gonna make a fool of myself tomorrow on stage.  Be the joke-of-the-day.  I ponned.  Heck larh, if the teachers are gonna rant and rail at me.  I am just gonna shrug, deny and say, "I dunno anything about it!". Yes, that would do. Or maybe i should just forgo school tomorrow. Perhaps.&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/7296789-109895613918415531?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/109895613918415531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=109895613918415531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109895613918415531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109895613918415531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/10/hi-watching-meteor-garden-2-now.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109853030947167930</id><published>2004-10-23T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T19:18:29.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so hurt!! My parents left without their precious daughter for dinner! *cries* Just as i was drooling and dreaming over the restaurant that they were treating their friends to, they zoomed and bonged off in their big fat car, leaving only my bro and i and my maidy stranded at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is outrageously unfair!! I mean my bro is sitting for O levels in Nov but i have just manuveured my way out of EOY Gates of Hades. So OF COURSE i could go for the dinner right?! And they thought that i was&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; busy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how busy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; can i get, everyday mucking around in this minute and un-interesting, un-picturesque S'pore, or getting my eyes all glued to the goggle box, busking in unrealistic romance or playing computer games.  I know it's my fault for not responding to them when they shouted out for me before they left, BUTTTTT, STILL ... GRRR.  I am freakingly pissed. I feel darn deprived now. boohoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy, so what am i gonna do now? Just hafta make do with the norm dinner, watch a terribly boring My Fair Princess, and? Watch VCDs, go on MSN.  There seems to be a VCD craze of the late. I wanna go out!! I am a free birdie, but with no destination or goal in mind to work towards.  Just wandering and flying about in that stupid black dark sky.  My mum has been nagging at me to go learn some new skills, like art and craft?? Canoeing?? But she doesn't allow me to learn Takweondo! *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know at the back of my head that i got so many things to do, but i procastinate. &lt;em&gt; It's ok, i will do it tomorrow. It's ok, i still got time. &lt;/em&gt;And it goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, i feel cheated.  My dad bluffed me. HMPH! He said he bought a new car. Hahaha. A very big  new car which will be coming in sometime next week. An expensive and big comfortable attractive car. Just when i was bouncing for joy and getting all so excited and elated over this heavenly news, my mum said that he was merely jesting.  CHEAT MY FEELINGS. CHEAT MY FEELINGS.  CHEAT MY FEELINGS.  How naïve can i get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out!! And do something adventurous, spicy and breathtaking!  And not just coop myself at home and be a jing2 di3 zhi1 wa1.  But i can't muster enough stength and determination to lug this stupidly heavy-filled fats body of mine to do something useful. I am such a useless pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like going to Newton Circus tonight and eat some unhealthy supper.  Some oyster ommelette, BBQ chicken wings,  coconut juice, popiah, hokkien mee. Don't eewww me, i know i am a glutton! But there are times where i can dun eat for a whole day okie! That's where all my extra carbohydrates are used up. Uh huh! Speaking of glutton, mar, sher, and i went to Becky's house that day and ate like piggies again, while watching the "enticing" hotellier. Here is a list of what we ate&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in a short 2 hr span):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Curry Instant Noodles with Egg and Cabbage &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Addictive milky uniquely flavoured chocolates specially from japan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wasabi Green Peas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some nice Japanese biscuits &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i ate lots)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coco Crunch Cereals &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my jaws went tired)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;And when i went home that night, i put on 2kg! I was like OMG!! but of course i dun say it out. It's rude and disrepectful.  But it's okayys, cos i lost it all the next morning. Dunno where it went to. Haha.  And the cross-country was fun and a great opportunity to burn off extra layers of fats drooping around. I almost puked when i stopped suddenly just after i sprinted for a somewhat eternal long time? Mr Han and those NPCC peepz CHEATED MY FEELINGS again. Tell me what last 100 metres, HAHA. More like about 500m more to go man.  Make me wonder where the finishing line was; it was not even in sight!  Nvm.  Then XR, mar, sher and i went to watch white chicks. Big-time uproarious but somehow the plot is a bit messy and complicated.  But's its worth it for all the laughter that threw me into fits!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okayys, i shall stop here. The entry is getting a bit elongated.  Tata!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-109853030947167930?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/109853030947167930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=109853030947167930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109853030947167930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109853030947167930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-am-so-hurt-my-parents-left-without.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109827110706741817</id><published>2004-10-20T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T19:18:27.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyho! We have finally received all our eoy papers from those teachers whose hair have gone all white or heads have gone much more polished and rounder. OoOps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, i am not very satisfied with my marks, especially english. Anguish overtakes me whenever i think of my darn english marks. That volume of angst is beyond words. Maybe i am being self-defensive, but i dun think some of us deserve that array of rotten marks for Paper 1. Level of stringence varies in this Paper 1; unfairness. Not going to say further, in case it's not true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the papers are fine.  With exception to horrible disgusting pervertic science!! But anyhow everyone did badly for that paper so it's forgivable!! *kowtows to connie!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, have been going out for the past 2 weeks since EOYs finished. And bought lots of stuff, which easily amounts to a jaw-dropping $500?! Pretty not sure. Cos i went out on several occasions but each trip home would end up with a large hole burnt in my wallet! (or rather my parents'?) I admit i am a big-time spender. You give me the money, i squander it off somewhere. But i can't help it.  Singapore's stuff are so expensive, high standard of living. And, by spending i am helping to boost the economy in an indirect way.  But i have since become a minimized spender.  I used to spend much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KXR!! The NYAA thingy how!? What do u wanna join? Currently, i am thinking of takweondo, canoeing or dancing. Which is CRAP larh okayys. And mar, sher?! Room for takweondo?! haha, what a stupid insipid idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had choral night drama rehersal today.  Disappointing. And what makes me ROFL is i actually broke off the leaves of the vulnerable rose!! With just a puny-llikr strength! And jiaen was there, taken aback, at my stupidity and clumsiness. But in anycase, there were so many NGs.  Sigh.  The chinese item seems to be MUCH MUCH more delectable than ours, with Andrea bringing the audience so much amusement, a goody plot, competent(as in they match their roles well)casts and a big-time hilarious and patient teacher, the essence, the crux is there.  And how about ours, with the basic fundamental blocks falling into smithereens. Perhaps we are just gonna get elimnated and washed away. I dunno.  But for one thing i understand is that the casts are happy with their acting, with the whole production and we are there, DEJECTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of our Chinese item.  And i believe, with better efficiency, cohesiveness, i will be proud of our English item as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;203'04 is coming to a closure soon.  Soon there will no more be the hustle and bustle.  But my memories of you all will be as livid and enticing as before! Envision a better future 203!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayys, i shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-109827110706741817?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/109827110706741817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=109827110706741817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109827110706741817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109827110706741817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/10/heyho-we-have-finally-received-all-our.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109763954908702350</id><published>2004-10-13T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T11:52:29.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been long time since i ever made my presence in this familiar yet estranged place.  Whats'up mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Currently, i feel like a living corpse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am down with an aggressive flu, that is taking away all my post-exam happiness and indulgance! I am rotting.  I feel so lousy, drowsy and strength-less.  All thanks to those nosensical mixture of chemicals, called medicine.  I am floating on air, floating in and out of consciouness. Even glancing at the goggle box for ten minutes tires me out!  O' why am i bestowed with such a "smart" flu that is even capable of sinking my knowledge &amp; intelligence-filled brain into into a cavernous sea of mucus! And furthermore, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at such a time of the year!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why! I slaved and slogged for the examination master and this is what i received in return!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Flu has never seem to struck me for about a year, and now it's back with a huge troop of bacteria armies, depriving me of my freedom and contentment. But i have only myself to blame for landing in such a pathetic predicament.  Hui-Fen, the glutton, gobbled down countless morsels of deep-fried food and drank too much cold beverges on friday, slept at 2 am on fri and sat night and 12 45 am on sunday night, when there was a gruelling math paper 2 on monday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I finally got my desserts on monday morning, when i awoke from my slumber, only to feel burning flames engulfing my entire body, making me feel stifled than ever, in addition to the bad naughty sore throat and a hacking cough.  I almost din't wanna go to school but i compelled and lugged my heavy self to the classroom.  Fortunately, the headache did not get the better of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;fortunately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i was bad. real bad.  Went out with becky, sherene and marilyn and beiyu to cineleisure.  My determination to go home and recuperate was wavered by Becky's pleas and i succumbed to her quan1 tao4! Dodgeball was hilarious but darn right pervertic. Those man's testicles never failed to return to your sight every five minutes during the show. The scene with that hideous, infested with mites yellow bugged-tooth brawny lady licking the guy's face spontaneously was definitely horrifying and disgusting. Pasta Mania was good; with exception to their service. We waited close to 45 minutes, from 2 50 to 3 30 for those two round pizzas.  And they bribed us with a plate of garlic bread.  But it was devoured in no more than 5 minutes, definitely not sufficent to seal our lips, which werebursting with curses and and frustration.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At HMV, dumbtruck with 5566 sherene and marilyn waited foolishly for the girl who was selfishly occupying that CD station for a bloody long time. She was yawning away and looking at her watch.  She played nonchanlant and insensitive towards Mar and Sher intimidating close presence and continued in the wondersome essence of that song, with the dejected Mar and Sher there, pacing around for that girly to siam. Haha. Folks, what can u infer from from this epsiode?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Marilyn and Sherene are obessed with 5566, foolishly waiting with the minute hand slowly ticking away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5566 has mei4 li4!! Yeah man!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*OoooopppSS!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And one last thing about Marilyn.  I heard that you were so comical at the MRT station, while rushing with becky like roadrunners and saying "beep beep!" to peeps whom you don't know! It was so funny listening to Becky's recount!  Roadrunners!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hmmmm ... guess i shall stop here.  Very long account! Shall write a tribute to 203 in later entries! Enjoy your holidays dudes!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-109763954908702350?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/109763954908702350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=109763954908702350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109763954908702350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109763954908702350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-been-long-time-since-i-ever-made.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109420509891182502</id><published>2004-09-03T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T17:55:33.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hereby announce: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PLEASE TAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when you visit my blog! The tagboard is rotting there, almost decomposed into mineral salts and nutrients. So, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAGGG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall rattle about my birthday happenings this year. My dad went overseas on sat morning, so we had no chance to celebrate it on the acutal birthday. So we went to have some nice dinner on friday night. I think i ate till my waistline increased by about 2 inches? Haha! Maybe not so exaggerated. It was real nice; Penang delicacies like Sambal Prawns, Curry Chicken, Otah, Laksa, Popiah, Kuai Pai Tee, Herbal Duck Mee Swa, Fried Asparagus, Meatball with Seaweed Soup, Pig's intestine's soup (which i&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; REINFORCE: NOT DISGUSTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at all), Asam Fish, Nonya Kueh, Tau Huay, Black Rice Dessert, etc. I am really recalling from the back of my memory, squeezing even the most-micro cell juice okayy! Yup, and my mom and dad each gave an Hongbao! Thanks a lot, dad and mom!! You are the best parents in the world! *muacks!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my burfdae itself, got some nice and lovely presents from shanru that clique, becky and tania (heh heh ... dubious!) Nvm. Just joking! Yup, and a cute little Me to You card from brittany. And two squashed but nicee doughnuts from libing and co. Yup, that was about all. And yes! Tania and Becky treated me to a wooonddderrfuul lunch on mon after school! Which, unfortunately, gave me a sore throat the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i went to attend the lynette lim violin concert at night, in which i was &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALMOST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; late and cost me a hefty $10 taxi fare there and i got to the wrong building. So, i panicked like mad and got some kind soul to direct me straight to NAFA perf0rming arts centre. Phew! And i got there &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ON THE DOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Lynette Lim was so pro; expressive to the max. And her vibrato, especially on the G string was so rich and mellow! *Envious!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, cut a nice small cake with my family and took some shots together! Yummm, the cake was delicious! Awesome! Haha! I seriously think i put on a major of weight this whole week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really loved the cake, my friends and most importantly, my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and my loving grandparents made me some bird nest's tonic. I thought they had fogotten about my birthday and to my ultimate surprise and wonder, they prepared some high-class bird's nest for me. Felt rather touched then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And kisses to those who SMSed me early in the morning to wish me Happy Birthday! Or came up to me during class to wish me as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven spent a single cent from the hongbaos i received but i shall keep it till after examinations for full hilarious fun and laughter! Wahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-109420509891182502?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/109420509891182502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=109420509891182502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109420509891182502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109420509891182502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-hereby-announce-please-tag-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109412793860439919</id><published>2004-09-02T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T20:25:38.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a new but faulty tool in a toolbox.  A &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FAULTY&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;one. And soon, the technician is gonna kick me out of his toolbox. His toolbox only comprises of the cream of the cream.  Once he finds something awry about you, off you go into the garbage bin. I will probably not make it to see the day which the magnificient engine has been repaired. Soon, i will hafta to pack my bag and scramble blatantly yet surreptitiously to somewhere tranquil and at the tip of the earth- where no one can ever contact you.  I really wanna work on myself, to be of a more useful tool, to be beneficial to the engine but the lack of time and my PURE INDOLENCE has deterred me from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how am i gonna survive in this "toolbox" in time to come.  Maybe one day, i will just throttle in the tense and weary atmosphere in there. Smother. But i will try my best to be of good use till my last breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess most of ya dunno what i am talking about.  Few will. Haha! Okay, never mind, period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, after the exams, i must dig out some time, some Prego sauce, diced carrots, onions, minced beef, button mushrooms, pasta and parmesan cheese to make an &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Al Dante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wondersome luscious Spaghetti! It rocked my jaded and mundane world today! Cheers to Spaghetti! YAaaaamm SaaaAAy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about 3 days past my birthday! But i shall update on my birthday tomorrow evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-109412793860439919?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/109412793860439919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=109412793860439919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109412793860439919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109412793860439919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-am-new-but-faulty-tool-i_109412793860439919.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109360363570574289</id><published>2004-08-27T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T21:41:24.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are a million stuff on the earth which i want to pour out from beneath the innermost layer of my heart. But is there really a true listening ear? I want to say a lot of things. But i can't just spit it out to just anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people REALLY SINCERELY listen to your worries and woes or is it just a form of breaking the silent atmosphere and receiving entertainment? I really have lotsa things to say. Lots. Real Lots. But i dunno where to start from and i dunno who exactly i can tell it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is bursting. The millions of external layers can't seem to hold my innemost layer down. It is already kicking undyingly, with a burning passion to break free. But I am trying with all my might to mollify it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk to someone. Badly. But definitely not to a person close to me. Perhaps to a person who understands me moderately. People. They are just someone in your life which fate has for you to meet. But not a destined one. But of course i dun expect anyone to stand right up and offer her marvellous ear. It will perhaps never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers' Day is coming. If i am gonna go back to pri school, that will probably be the excellent time to regurgitate about my current depressing life to my friends. 'Ve got some really great friends in pri school. Really Great and Spontaneous. It will probably be a breakaway from secondary school life and where i can reminisce about and rekindle the good old memories. I'm not saying that my sec sch friends aren't great, but perhaps not the specific friends that i actually look out for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have an unhappy life. But i am experiencing my one of my lowest now. I have a happy family, some really great friends to spice up my life. But sometimes, some "friends" really give a nauseating taste in your food. Possibly, it's not the correct spice i am looking out for. If i put tomato ketchup in my pot of chicken curry, that will definitely damge the taste. But maybe some other can appreaciate them, like people who likes french fries or spaghetti. Nevertheless, some people just don't click. Not trying to prove anything. But i am just bewildered and feeling doubtful about some tomato ketchup out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have lotsa lotsa things to vomit out. If i tell my bro, he will probably just mock at me. I mean, my bro is real nice, he's helpful, humorous, magnanimous but it's just that uncanny feeling telling ur bro right. My dad and mum would just say things to encourage and brighten their daughter up. I appreciate that, but it's just not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got lotsa and lotsa things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am selfish, ain't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-109360363570574289?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/109360363570574289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=109360363570574289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109360363570574289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109360363570574289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/08/there-are-million-stuff-on-earth-which.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109317633836832376</id><published>2004-08-22T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T20:05:38.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;RONALD SUSILO AND LI JIA WEI ROCK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   depressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Li Jia Wei's and Singapore's hopes of becoming a 2004 Olympic medallist were dashed just about 1.5hrs ago.  I felt a strong pinch for JW when she lost. She didn't break loose but there was an evident look of frustration and disappointment on her face.  Really had the strong urge to fly to Athens and bash that arrogant cocky SK woman.  I really coundn't stand her snobbish attitude!  It practically broke JW's confidence into thousands of smithereens.  It was such a close fight yesterday when she lost only by 1 match at the end to that PRK woman.  So sad.   Wonder if she would go back to Singapore and cry her heart out to Susilo. Haha!  Jkjk! But,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;        GOOD JOB SUSILO AND JIA WEI!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-109317633836832376?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/109317633836832376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=109317633836832376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109317633836832376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109317633836832376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/08/ronald-susilo-and-li-jia-wei-rockitsso.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109308651463648850</id><published>2004-08-21T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T19:08:34.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've not updated for a week plus. Alarming. Don't really feel like blogging about anything in particular.  I think i should get a new violin. My violin is too energetic and loud it can't play light chirpy or sentimental music. But my  present violin cost me a few thousand bucks and to get a new one would really stab my heart.  Haha. It's barely turning a toddler! But anyhow, i will still get a new one that plays softer and lighter music. But that will probably have to wait another 2 months, after EOY, i will have plenty of time to choose a beautiful violin! Haha.  Really dun feel like blogging further.  *Currently infatuated with Autumn Tale*  --- hypnotized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-109308651463648850?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/109308651463648850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=109308651463648850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109308651463648850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109308651463648850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/08/ive-not-updated-for-week-plus.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109247831625810953</id><published>2004-08-14T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T18:18:18.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I admit i am a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;dirty&lt;/span&gt; girl. Please do not think otherwise and be mistaken! I just couldn't care more about the issue of hygiene and cleaniness. I have a revolving number of people reminding me everyday that my this is so dirty, that is so ukempt. But as you know, these ever so revolting comments could not inflict any impact on me as in it goes in one ear and out it goes the other ear. All i could do is to wither under my guilty yet indifferent conscience. At least, i tried remaining ever so spick and span for at least 2 weeks; and doink! It's back to it's orginal ground zero. Pig sty. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Human instinct&lt;/span&gt; you get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Another week over, and the EOY are looming around the corner; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;furtively loitering&lt;/span&gt; ... And soon it's imminence is gonna suffocate me. Help! i need a full-filled oxygen tank to tide me over this "crisis". Sigh, i always end up wasting my whole saturday doing nothing much consequential. I am forever out the whole morning and afternoon and in the night when it's time for me to sit down and get my mouldy putrefying pile of homework done, excuses would come gushing in; Im too tired, there's still tomorrow; this does not need to be handed in on Monday etc. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hopeless&lt;/span&gt; yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that my science is down in the dumps, yet i &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;never ever attempted&lt;/span&gt; to revive it. Some people say that my science is good; but come on, i never listen during lessons, and i can't get a single sense out of the alien-like notes and people take shockingly long time to explain to me when in the end, it remains as futile as over. Haha. Peepz mentioned that the more you are weak in a certain area, the more effort you should insert in to heartening fruits of labour. You can't avoid it like it's some sort of homo-sapien gobbler-devil or it will really engulf you one day. But i am just that lazy? Never will i try to slave for science. Never. PSLE, i din give a damn about science (that's why i got freakingly low) and up till now, i am &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;still as ancient as ever&lt;/span&gt;. You get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mindset &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt; like that, it is &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt; like that and it &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; be like that. I refuse to take science tutition cos i am already feeling smothered by endless insipid and meaningless events. They are practically stifling my everyday life. Even my mom and dad agrees that NY is conducting too many events for their students. Well, at least many more than other schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After CCA, after music class, went to eat some heavenly ice-cream with my moma! Which is about 1 hr ago. Ans so here i am blogging. The ice cream was nice and refreshing! Cold cold cold ... chill chill chill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-109247831625810953?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/109247831625810953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=109247831625810953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109247831625810953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109247831625810953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-admit-i-am-dirty-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109239480047233726</id><published>2004-08-13T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T19:00:00.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, after several futile attempts, i got into my account. Something is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;REAL WRONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with my account. but i can't identify the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hectic day is finally over.  With Home Economics Presentation to do in the morning in which we whipped up an "awesome" fruit salad and caused huge mess upon ourselves; followed by the english error analysis presntation, followed by the muscle-wrenching history test which could possibly result in finger neusosisl; to the CIP at the Salvation Army Peaceheaven old folks home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day which loomed over me with dark clouds has finally found solace under the shelter. Everything turned out rather as wished and smooth-sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Home Economics Presentation was good with minimal pauses and jerks.  And it was so gratifying and encouraging that almost the whole of 2/3 came over to try our salad! And most said it was nice! haha. Luv ya a thousand bunch 2/03! &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You rock big time, trixer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ok, me and my patriotic self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the english presentation, not much to comment about, just another mere short presentation.  CIP. It was rather fun and exhilarating. Upon arrival at the nursing home, we were warmly greeted by a group of trainees. Hmmmm ... some of them were so cute! The one standing on the right hand side of the door was so happy and all smiles when he saw us.  He wanted to shake our hands but then we din see. But we still waved spontaneously back at him and he responded in kind! He is so cute and innocent! I think he is into his late teens or early twenties. Cheery and naive young guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceeded to the room with the old folks. Most of them seemed very indulged in their own world and hypnotized in their reverie. It was quite discouraging when we danced and sang with all our might and yet could not receive any response. They were staring into black space and some even asked us to get out.  Hmmm ... but i guess they are old and prefer semblance.  The din we made only made some more enthusiastic old folks sing and clap along with us. They are probably the more positive and young at heart kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, i think other trixer's blogs will reveal the various happenings at the old folks home, yup so not much to reiterate.  But it was an enriching and thrilling experience, and we understood that not many old folks have lucky and blessed lives during their late years. Their actions, facial expressions and back reveal the unspoken yet unmistakeble misery and darkness in them. They have been through much more hardship than us the 3rd generation and definitely know more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i really pity the unfavourable state they sink in, most abandoned by their children who saw them as burden.  They are their parents and should practice fillial piety. Sometimes, i think that the chinese are losing their traditional confucian values as they stepped into an increasingly hip and hype contemporary world. But what's there to say? We can't change their fates, all we could do was to lend a listening ear and allow them to vent their aggravations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of solitude introspection.  Grrrr ... next week got a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;massive Chinese Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Crazy teachers, testing us 10 chapters at one go; as if we have a super memory and brain.  Boohoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-109239480047233726?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/109239480047233726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=109239480047233726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109239480047233726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109239480047233726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/08/finally-after-several-futile-attempts.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109230595024490236</id><published>2004-08-12T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T18:23:37.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihi! ok ... have not updated for a few days. From now onwards, due to several peepz requests, i shall paragraph my entries to make it appear less wordy. Nothing much happened so really nothing much to blog. Been very tired recently. Sleeping at the wee hours of the morning. There is not much homework but i feel tied down and burderned by lotsa things which sometimes i cannot even configure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, I think too much, too deeply; resulting in my profound way of talking. Some people say i think too intricately and complicatedly. That's maybe why i am so observant? Haha! The weekends are finally coming but not even 4 weekends could perk me up. It's about 50 days to EOY, according to jci's relentless reminders 'bout EOY. He said that we would be dead if we haven't started revising. So that means i am already in hell. haha! There is really insufficient time to complete endless yet meaningless projects, let alone study for EOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, even if i start studying at this very moment, i will forget everything eventually so might as well start when it's really close to exams so that it's all locked up in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are gonna do CIP at the touch centre tomorrow. I am happy to go there to help and understand them yet reluctant cos it's gonna make me even so weary at the end of the day. The feeling is rather undescrible; excited yet hesitant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that i am a big time goggle box addict.  I can't stop having enough of watching shows.  The shows these days are getting so funny and interesting. haha! but &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt; is it that the shows i like especially are only a pathetic once a week? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;WHY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I end up craving for the next episode from the minute the previous episode ends. Yes, i know i am a TV maniac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? Tomorrow, is Friday, August 13, so its a Friday the 13th and so according to english beliefs, nothing will go well tomorrow! haha! everything would go haywire and bonkers! haha. 'Ve got nothing to do now but dun feel like blogging any longer for today. bb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-109230595024490236?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/109230595024490236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=109230595024490236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109230595024490236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109230595024490236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/08/hihi-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109201330863578806</id><published>2004-08-09T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T09:06:20.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning. For the first time in history, i have woken up as early as 7 am on a non-school/CCA day. Alarming yeah? hmmmm, 've music at 10am later so decided to spend a little time blogging and surfing the net. ohhh man! last weekend had been a real slack one. went to becky's house on sat night to do the heart disease proposal and we took a snaky long time and i only got home at 11+. and this is only the proposal; still got the presentation pre-planning. teachers these days are real demanding. only informed us of the project last thurs and expect us to finish by this fri. and art. supposed to complete the picture taking of the figurine and upload it into adobe photoshop and do it by next thurs when the lesson was last thurs. there are hols on fri, mon and tues so that leaves only wed to rush to the computer lab after school and complete it at all costs. hate hols. it's just another mere excuse to pile homework on us. then what's hols for! sigh. hmmm and the new korean show summer scent is real funny and nice! the female lead is so cute and the male lead is so dashing! haha. budden the newpapers say that this show is a tragic love story. so sadddd. Hmmmm ... yup and i went to suntec, walked to city link and to raffles city and back the same route the whole afternoon until my legs really sored. but bought quite a bountiful of stuff! yup so that was the incentive. And we went to the kallang river in the night. and i can't believe i got mixed up with the Indoor Stadium and the National Stadium! i all along thought they were the same stadium. sigh so my parents and bro mocked at me but nvm! The wind was lovely and the water was shimmeringly gorgeous, with the occasional flamboyant waves creating an all so soothing melodious sound. haha. suitable for young couples to date! real quiet and realxing i must say; an escape from the hectic life. but however good it is, sgpore infrastructure is so mechanical; we deem these sort of places like the Kallang River as paradise but foreigners would just laugh out loud and say its so mini and man-made! hmmm ... other countries got lotsa real nice nature attractions. but life is so busy now, prob can't even find time to for a vacation during the dec hols. kk, gtg now, bb! and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY 39th BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!&lt;/span&gt; *Muackz!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-109201330863578806?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/109201330863578806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=109201330863578806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109201330863578806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109201330863578806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/08/morning.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109180379484042275</id><published>2004-08-06T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T22:49:54.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hulllo! hmmmm, i am hereby PROUD to announce that my blog is finally healthy again! haha, after days of missing template; i finally found some precious time to find a new blogskin! haha! Yup, i think it's kinda nice! Agree? Of course ya do! YIPEEEE ... yay! i was scratching my head pondering over some really tough physics qstns and so my bro taught me! so nice of him! *muackz!* oh mannnn ... then after diverting my attention to the news for a few mins, i cleanly forgotten everything AGAIN! so i went to plead my bro and he unexpectedly agreed! Yay! so now my physics ws is one nice piece of ws filled with impressive works of blue. Tada! haha! okok ... and he commented that i was gonna fail my O levels if i were to be at such a rotten situation but it's still 2 years more! i can work harder! hahahaha! ok ... shant' yabber on anymore, byeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-109180379484042275?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/109180379484042275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=109180379484042275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109180379484042275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109180379484042275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/08/hulllo-hmmmm-i-am-hereby-proud-to.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109161522180444716</id><published>2004-08-04T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T18:27:01.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heYO! ok ... i know that my template is down and i have not added a tagboard after freaking long but i will do it soon! haha! Ok, regarding the math test i was moaning and groaning like nobody's peepz about, it turned to be quite of a blessing; a wasted weekend spent on worrying unduly. i din do so badly after all! yay! haha! but i will work harder towards achieving better marks! haha~ until now i am  v. indecisive if i should go to IP beacase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i am minimally interested in the subject combination&lt;br /&gt;2. i dread doing so many projects&lt;br /&gt;3. it is gonna mean competing with bloody academically inclined virtuosos;&lt;em&gt; cream delle cream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buddddeeen ... i also wanna go because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My dream JC is Hwa Chong&lt;br /&gt;2.  It's v. exhilarating&lt;br /&gt;3. It's not so much of rote learning but developing creativity and being inquisitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOO ... should i go!!! hmmmm ... where am i thinking? even if i choose to go at the end of the day; i may not even be qualified! haha! yep, me and moi luv-ee-ly far-fetched thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing to announce:  I REJECTED COUNCIL!&lt;br /&gt;Yay! this is getting all so fun! haha! since i am in a happy doody mood today, i shall give a brief account of the 1 to 1 teacher interview. hmmm .... i knocked mildy on the door and popped my head in first, then i smiled and said hello! to the teacher. then she smiled genially. *phew* ok i sat down, crossed my legs and she asked me to talk about myself. So i went blabbering non-stop about myself and i was not scared at all! instead i was full of enthusiasm! cos i knew that i was gonna reject. haha! so i yabbered and yabbered until my mouth was satisfied! then she asked a few questions. When she asked what would i like to join if i were in council, i almost wanted to say FBI; cos its cheering those sort but i smiled and giggled and said i wanna reject council. then she had a straight change in facial expression; was shocked and asked me why; so once again i gave a beautiful speech and smiled again! i din noe why i was so cheery! i felt no qualms about rejecting! haha! then she continued to ask me some questions. so i answered. then she said that she will respect my decision and i apologised profusely to her, and she said, "it's alright; i rather you be honest about how you feel now and not only regret when at council." and i thanked her copiously and we smiled cordially at each other. She is such a NICE TEACHER! she looked so fierce but her voice is real motherly and u feel no stress talking to her! and she is so UNDERSTANDING! so i shall dedicate a kiss to her! *muackz!* haha! yup so i guess that is the end of my councillor-to-be life. i seriously hope i won't regret a decision i made which will affect my whole high school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back really v. relieved with a stone removed in my heart. But everyone was so angry and pissed with me when i told them i rejected council. hmmmm ... nvm shan't ramble and brood over it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i stayed in class with xr, tania and yl to "complete" the el elective project. and i pasted the macoroni alphabets on the felt cloth until my eyes almost wanted to shut. it was so minute and teeny weeny that my butter fingers were v. clumsy but i soon got the hang of it. but it was so tiring! ok la, it was rather fun and relaxing compared to studying intensely for some tests. hmmm ... so now i am rather exhausted, esp my eyes going bonkers from the little micro alphabets. sigh we are already 14+ and we are doing such childish and outlandish stuff! no choice, the teacher has been nagging persistently for our clothbook and she was actually quite magnanimous in extending the deadline by several weeks already. so we should not be so unhappy with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's about all of today. AND we FINALLY got some homework after slacking for about a week plus! a short math ws which will require prob less than 20 mins and an argumentative essay. haha! that little. and it is only required to be handed in after the national hols. sigh, why is nanyang always liddat? it's either you are so busy and hectic that you feel that 24hrs is not even enough and even jumping into the Huanghe won't solve all grievances or you are so free that you feel something amiss and as if you are leading a rotten life. haha! but nvm. i better indulge in such "reverie" and enjoyment before it soon slips away in time to come. goooooodbyeeeee!&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/7296789-109161522180444716?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/109161522180444716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=109161522180444716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109161522180444716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109161522180444716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/08/heyo-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109133269013141676</id><published>2004-08-01T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T12:00:48.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uptight. Am i getting too uptight and paranoid over everything or whatsoever? i seem to be losing all my confidence i once had. when i awoke this morning, the first thing that came to my mind was math test. i lost a good lot of 7+ marks for the test and i am going to sink deeper into the abyss until i can't be seen even at the slightest angle. my grades are seriously dropping. i am under lotsa stress. real stress. this is the largest stress feeling that has been manipulating me in my life; the month of july, and slowly and surreptitiously advancing in would be august. It's slowly engulfing my deteriorating heart. but it's unspoken misery cos whenever i convey the sense of wretchedness in my heart, peeps will laugh and say, "You don come and joke with me; if ur grades are dropping, then mine must be a pile of rancid." Such a mere unwitting passing comment actually smothers my confidence even so severly. desolation and depression. my future has suddenly become so misty and bleak, of tacit uncertainty. but what's there to say? i tell myself to work hard but how can that happen when i am overpowered with an undescribably disheartening mindset? i am losing my once radiant and cheery self. nvm i dun think anyone would understand the painful ordeal i am struggling with inward. talk about happier things. ystdy, went to ACSI to watch their symphonic band performance. it was kinda full house! but most ppl there were prob their own students and ACJC. and to me, some girls were dressed in revolting and oversexy outfits which were kinda inappropriate for such event. shan't ramble on about peepz nauseating dress sense any further. but the band was not bad. my fav piece was the Barber of Seville. nice piece! some peepz have got lotsa showmanship. they respond according to the genre of music! which was v. nice! seem to be extensively using the word "nice". but it's nice to use nice! at the end of the performance, so many enthusiasts stood up and shouted encore! encore!. so they played mission impossible which was also one of my fav! but i think i still prefer the rise concert. i noe that one is a chamber orchestra and the other is a band, but i am more appreaciative of string concerts, notably rise. i mean, they are really the cream of the cream. the coherance, precision, dynamics and showmanship were splendid! nyse will probably take ages to climb to that unprecedented heavenly level i guess. hmmm ... shall stop here, just wasted another 20 mins of my time blogging. Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-109133269013141676?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/109133269013141676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=109133269013141676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109133269013141676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109133269013141676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/08/uptight.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109066516486296984</id><published>2004-07-24T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T18:32:44.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HeYa! woohoohoo!~ tiring day today. had string rehersals in the morn; council interview at noon; music class&amp;nbsp;in early afternoon;&amp;nbsp;a futile trippy&amp;nbsp;made to town to buy strings and afterwhich a refreshing but fatty high tea! lalala~ sze was in a terribly unhappy mood today. was rattling and snapping off at every mistake we made. but it was true that rehersals were v. unhealthy cos the level of absence was very high.&amp;nbsp; and so it wasn't productive.&amp;nbsp; Then in an already bad mood&amp;nbsp;sze was, the Guzheng peepz wanted&amp;nbsp;M4-04 back. sze utterly refused at first but&amp;nbsp;we moved frantically to M3-01 with all the woozy gamelan instruments. it was damn squashy but we had to made do with it.&amp;nbsp; haha ... then we had rehersals in reverse direction. and sze tampered with the instruments and walked over it. then everyone gasped. haha.&amp;nbsp;he looked even so blase however hard we tried to convince him that there were spirits living within it. nvm. yep. then rehersals ended early cos of this unforseen terrible circumstance.&amp;nbsp; yep. then went for the petrifying gooby interview!&amp;nbsp; i think i am gonna get rejected anyway.&amp;nbsp; michelle.f was relentlessly staring at me. and they asked so much about school rules just because i said that school rules tend to be rigid at times.&amp;nbsp; and i got astounded at some of their questions. totally dumbfounded that i had to take a few seconds to give an even so unwitting answer. i am gonna flunk this interview anyway. and one of them asked a v. funny qstn, "are you a public speaker?" then i was like huh? no! then she asked if i was effectively billingual, so i said that my chinese is not so strong, lest she test me in chinese. but surprisingly! i wasn't in the least nervous even with 5 pairs of eyes staring continuously at me at questions which were dagger-like thrown at me. guess i couldn't care much abt the interview! anyhow, i have considered it rather clearly and decided that i would reject council. cos i have my CCA and never-ending projects in which i am ALWAYS FORCED to be the &amp;nbsp;GL, to keep me fuzzy busy and on tentahooks enough. so i am 99% gonna reject! and we were bombarded with lotsa pieces during rehersals today so gonna hafta practise harder ... until my neck has a distincive red swollen mark. nvm. i enjoy it anyhow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-109066516486296984?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/109066516486296984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=109066516486296984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109066516486296984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109066516486296984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/07/heya-woohoohoo-tiring-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109058601414891423</id><published>2004-07-23T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T20:33:34.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm ... feeling rather gloomy today.&amp;nbsp; wong has left for further studies in australia. really resented and found him a relentlessly naggy dude when he was our f.t. for the past 1.5 years. but now when he anounced that he was leaving, there was a tinge of sadness sweeping over us.&amp;nbsp; man ... i only start to cherish him when he is gone. boohoohoo. then it was even more depressing when he said, "don't contact me by ivle cos it will be suspended". and i ADMIT he is a good history teacher. his political jokes are all v. hilarious too. can't imagination life without him nagging like a persistent bee. really very sad. can't believe that i am actually feeling this way. when i recalled back how funny he was when he presumed Winston Churchill stance and give us sweets from canada and his extremely lenient marking, witnessing his wedding and the tug-o-war with jci during the class lunch etc ... and how he picked on me saying that i am such a chatterbox during reading period. was cursing him when he reprimanded me and badgered us to keep our classroom clean and how malicious a plague our classroom was. used to think that his smile was very pervertic and he was outright cynical but now come to think of it ... he did everything for the goodness of us.&amp;nbsp; hmmm ... so sad! feel a teeny weeny like crying.&amp;nbsp; it's at least not so bad if he is still somewhere floating surreptitiously in sgpore but it's in aust! hafta take an 8-hour woozy flight to visit him.&amp;nbsp; should invent a machine that can travel round the world in 1hr. have the 2nd industrial revolution!! So sad! boohoohoo.&amp;nbsp; to think i still did so badly for hist test when he said that my hist was very strong. kkay ... i will TRY to work hard and not let u down! sorry for having been so defiant and giving u the impression of nonchalance towards everything! but it's prob too tardy to make sincere apologies now. boohoohoo. ok ... i will strive harder in whateva i do and not be so bo chap abt everything! and to proudly announce something: I SLAVED for math today! last night i did about 5 graphs, this morn 3 graphs and this afternoon 4 graphs and tonight i am gonna do abt 5 more. hope i can survive and stay afloat... haha. this mon got lit test. hmmm ... heard that it was v. tough. gotta mug for it man. i haven even read finish LOTF! ok ... gotta go do a fuzzy quicko washing up and study! ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-109058601414891423?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/109058601414891423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=109058601414891423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109058601414891423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109058601414891423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/07/hmmm_23.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-109007049364605438</id><published>2004-07-17T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T21:28:00.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiyeeee ... feeling rather free now so decided to blog a little until 9 before i carry on with my home econs project! guess what dudes? i FINISHED my chinese culture project; and i spent&amp;nbsp;a fuzzy 3.5hrs glued to the com doing it. &amp;nbsp;can u believe it? wahahaha ... i am so proud of myself! yipeee ... that brings my projects list down to 4! yay!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; during rehersals ... tianyi... or rather sze bombarded us with RISE second choice piece for 2003 SYF! holy cow! the score was filled with remarkably enigmatic works in black; like some ants hopping with zest and gusto; enthusiastically around my paper.&amp;nbsp; had a hard time making out all the notes initially ... but a&amp;nbsp;LITTLE practice made it looked a&amp;nbsp;LITTLE more familar to me now; and of course ... with the help of chelsea&amp;nbsp;teaching me to play&amp;nbsp;some notes in more sensical rhythm! i totally suck big time at rhythm!!&amp;nbsp; oh man! i had to count like mad when the piece changed from allegretto to piu lento and to presto! This looney brain of mine din work and everything just disintegrated.&amp;nbsp; haha. prob not so serious. but "lost" would be the word for it. yesh.&amp;nbsp; then i went to buy a full set of strings! cos my A and E string sucked. so one day i would just change all the strings, when i can spare the time. and yesh! Rosin. nice exquisite one which burnt 18 bucks in mi pocket after losing my precious one during the concert.*sob sob*&amp;nbsp;the saleslady said it was the best rosin in town and that it won't oxidise on my violin. and i was u mean algae grows on my violin as more rosin gets on it? Urrrgh.&amp;nbsp; so i believed her since i wasn't some expert at rosin and the whole bill came up to $63. *owtch* im feeling the pinch. but i guessed i wasn't cheated cos it is kinda renowned shop.&amp;nbsp; agree? haha. then went to some other places and was hell of a tired when i came home and i still did my ch culture project. and here i am. blogging now. Exhausted and exasperated. 've still got HE and gotta mug for chem test next week. hmmm ... any nice stuff in town recently? feel a need to splurge to get all my aggravations out.&amp;nbsp; upon returen to this hysterical skool ... my pocket money has accumulated and my wallet&amp;nbsp;has been &amp;nbsp;gaining fats. haha. any offers would do! and i need to get a new wallet! i have not gotten the lime green wallet i wanted yet! GRRR&amp;nbsp;... &amp;nbsp;i really need more than just mere 24hrs a day!! &lt;br /&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/7296789-109007049364605438?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109007049364605438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/109007049364605438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/07/hiyeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296789.post-108998651045316185</id><published>2004-07-16T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T22:01:50.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HeYa&amp;nbsp;... guess what. i think i am gonna &lt;strong&gt;fail&lt;/strong&gt; my hist test. yep, fail it is. of all things that i studied, the worst prepared came out. INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION. i hate you.&amp;nbsp; when am i gonna &lt;strong&gt;wake up&lt;/strong&gt; and study hard?! i am so bleepin'ly slacky, and people still say i am a genius. haha. i heard this "compliment" or rather, "insult" 3 times today and maybe 5 times ystdy. i hate those remarks.&amp;nbsp; GENIUS? what total rancid! haha ... but nvm. went to the library with xuerong today to choose a story for story-telling next week.&amp;nbsp; and guess what we chose? this cutie little story about SHOES!! haha ... so funny. it's kinda of a tongue twister which needs lotsa coherance between the two of us is we really wanna do it well.&amp;nbsp; yup ... and we came up with some props.&amp;nbsp; I made nice bright and pretty drawings of a red shoe, black shoe, a snail and a moonie moon! it's been ages since i tampered and played around with mi crayons and color pencils.&amp;nbsp; used to bring&amp;nbsp;the 36-colored&amp;nbsp;pencils&amp;nbsp;to skool in pri sch everyday and everyone was so envious. haha ... felt so proud of owning such a "property" last time ... but it's no big deal to me now. prob've grown outta it. but i still think i am v. childish, prob one of em who loves being childish in class. hmmm ... maybe that's why my science never got past 34/40.&amp;nbsp; haha ... i am realli lousy at science and i mean it.&amp;nbsp; peepz say that mi science is good but it's like HUH?! if mine is good, then the whole school is excellent in science.&amp;nbsp; but maybe i really deserve it; i dun listen during science class; do massive copying of bio work from classmates and only study for tests the night b4. end up stoning there during the test while people are busy scribbling well-analysed answers and mine, prob the word "childish" would show it all.&amp;nbsp; but nvm ... i told myself that i would do well for physics this semester. and there's a chem test next week ... hope i can survive past it.&amp;nbsp; i told myself i would do well cos it was ALWAYS my science that was pulling my everything down. attracting it right down into the abyss like a strong mighty horse-shoe magnet.&amp;nbsp;"kneels down and shouts* oh mighty magnet, please commit suicide as quickly as possible so that u will lose all your magnetic force! muahaha ... but it's up to me to break the spell. really. i should brush up on my science. but there's always a saying: the more you expect, the greater disappointment and setback you would encounter. i dun wanna be liddat. what should i doooie do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-108998651045316185?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/108998651045316185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/108998651045316185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/07/heyakneels-down-and-shouts-oh-mighty.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296789.post-108980059161021910</id><published>2004-07-14T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T18:23:11.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yipeee dooopy! haha ... feeling kinda RELAXED yet uncertain at this current second. FINALLY, we finished our video-filming project this afternoon. finally ... yesh oh mighty finally.  haha ... but that's not the end; rotting like a pool of rancid there are 5 outstanding projects. *faints* okok ... but i estimated that 3 more would be completed by the end of two weeks from now! YEAH! and HOW! should i be a councillor or should i just forgo it altogether? i am sitting right on the fence and it's poking me relentlessly; in unyielding pursuits to make my stand clear.  *owtchy owtch* can some great almighty grand adviser tell me how to go about clearing up my messy yet mundane life? haha ... but 1 BEEEEEG thing to announce! i FOUND MY TRIGONOMETRY WORKSHEET!  found it in our EL Elective Project box.  haha ... intended to do it during eng lesson ystdy but forgotten to take it out! *muacks* haha ... and i almost cried this morning cos i can't find mi worksheet and jci was teaching like a super bullet train. i just gave him ... or rather the whiteboard a hypnotic stare.  then jci came over and asked so many questions to help revive mi worksheet.  then i couldn't utter a word ... cos if i spoke ... i would just cry! cos my heart just went jittery. a slight push and it will bleed. but v. nice of him not to reprimand me. then suddenly, after he left and before hist, i jumped out of my chair and recalled where i misplaced it! and so now it's in my cosy home ... safe and sound! ahhh ... isn't that wonderful.  for once ... i don feel so sad. but anyway ... i am starting to like westlife again! haha ... although they are pretty laid back, but their songs are real sentimental and it sends a ~whoosh down your blood.  they RAWK big time! haha. i'm mad. yep, i am. okok gtg do hwk and practise mi violin.  Byeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-108980059161021910?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/108980059161021910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=108980059161021910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/108980059161021910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/108980059161021910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/07/yipeee-dooopy-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-108973201343591554</id><published>2004-07-13T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T23:20:13.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHEEESH! i hate school! school is so hectic yet monotonous.  We are so busy with boring outlandish stuff! why are the teachers out there all putting more emphasis on non-examinable subjects and bombarding us with currently decaying mouldy tortous pile of projects? when at the end of the day, they SERVE NO INSTINCTIVE MEANING at all? i dun learn anything out of these projects? well, maybe this aging bleepin' brain of mine is deteriorating in absorbing *knowledge*! they can't possibly give countless projects like that; we have no life! the teachers outthere seem more RELAXED than we are! what crap talk on we are the future upholders and pillars of the country?  You feed us with extensive info hoping to get it drilled into our mindsets when all goes down the toilet bowl at the end of the day! GRRRRR! and history test is looming ... really IMMINENT. and i can't get the fat lump of knowledge into my brain. Some stupid thing on Great Depression ... i am suffering from ENORMOUS INSURMOUNTABLE DEPRESSION! and industrial revolution ... i am already turning around like a merry-go-round. my hist is just gonna flop this semester.  i need someone's witty goozy brain to sit for the test. maybe i should invent an operation such as a 2hr 15 mins brain hyper-activenss surgery. then i can implant someone's brain into the "kong1" head of mine for this spread of time and complete my hist paper. MUAHAHAHA! and i LOST MY TRIGONOMETRY WORKSHEET! that stack of lecture notes! how can this be happening! *kneels down and cries* "TRIGONOMETRY! i gave my blood to you! i gave my brainwaves, brain juices and arteries to you! i SLAVED for you! and what did you ungrateful lad return me with? SHOCK and thereby DISAPPOINTMET."  all my workings ... my inscrutably impressive works in blue ... with never-ceasing decimals that appear all so mighty ... has delicately fallen into the hands of foreign HITLERS. i hate the way everything is! it is disintegrating from a beautiful refined piece of porcelain to smithereens of broken agony and powder! AAAARGH! and one more thing! the clay which i mentioned earlier in my earlier entries! guess what the freako happened to it? It CRACKED without a care in the world. or rather ... it burst. so good old mrs teo gave me a dressing down that punched my heart and almost made me cry cos everything just din go smooth that day so i had to REDO FOR THE THIRD TIME. so i am done with it ... but it's so culturally un-conditioned.  my maids say it looked like a monster. can't help it ... my art sucks big time.  the paint blatantly trickled to other places ... spoiling my supposedly nice piece of art work.  WHY! WHYYYY is this happening. everything is going topsy turvy ... i wanna just jump into some nice shimmering ocean and be a little happy mermaid swimming carefreely around. i dun wanna face the music. I ADMIT. i am not strong. i dun cry but i am seriously not strong. i get baffled and toppled down by just a gentle push. can't help but remain groaning on the floor; until one mighty day when all goes the other way round and i will be clinging to the ceiling. that faithful day ... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-108973201343591554?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/108973201343591554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=108973201343591554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/108973201343591554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/108973201343591554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/07/sheeesh-i-hate-school-school-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-108937043798714906</id><published>2004-07-09T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T18:53:57.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm ... today we had our youth day funfair! haha ... it was quite exhilarating! budden when there was talentime performance ... i sat alone with xr out of the class queue! xuerong and i wanted to go to the gallery to view the performace but eventually got chased out of by the teacher! hmph! nvm ... shan't talk about it ... in the midst of recovering from *trauma*.  then we had our funfair! haha ... i brought nuggets to sell and it was a whubby fast-selling food! *so proud of myself; pats myself on the back* then sher, marilyn, beiyu, xr, tania and I went to play water games.  i got splashed at so many times by notti beiyu and xr! notti girls! *bish bish bish* then my whole jersey and pants was soaking wet! and the orange dye on mi hair got cleared of! HMPH! wasted my money dyeing it! nvm ... it was v.v. fun nevertheless! and we ran round the quadrangle to avoid the *splashers*. ho boy ... then after that supposedly got this math competition workshop but i played truant! cos i wasn't in the mood to remain solemn and concentrate during that NUS professor class, so went for dental appointment at orchard. and if my eyes did not play tricks on me ... i think i saw an NYSE sec 4 senior! think her name is Kaixin ... never tok to her b4 so din dare to approach and say hi! to her. kaixin has got good figure man ... then she wore until so tasteful, i would call it ... she looked so refined and matured! haha ... okok ... stop crapping! my mouth and hands just luv blabbering non-stop!!! argh! ho boy ... next week got hist test and i think i have lost all my infering skills! HOW!!! can someone gimme her fuzzy witty brains to do my hist paper?! haha ... okok ... and thanks a million to mr. jci for donating $60+ dollars to our class! haha!!! thankkkkkeewww!! oh man ... he din even take any food from our stall and just donated his coupons to us! So nice!!! haha ... i am still rambling! oh man ... WHEN CAN I STOP?! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-108937043798714906?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/108937043798714906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=108937043798714906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/108937043798714906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/108937043798714906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/07/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-108921118967126652</id><published>2004-07-07T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T22:39:49.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okok ... someone told me i haven been updating mi blog; so here i come! yay ... just finished my claywork!  Oh man, when i took the potato-like structure clay out of the plastic bag ... it just stink like nobody's beezness!! i think the damnpness must have caused some mould to grow on it. argh ... nvm i still somehow tampered with the alien potato.  Yucks! it made my whole hand wrinkly and smoothie ... like those mud mask.  haha ... nvm i had lotsa dooby fun wif it at least! i think i will just fail mi art this yr! i mean all the work was slip shod. not that i din hv the time to spare ... just that i hv no interest! oh man ... when i hv no interest in anything ... my marks will drop ... cos the product has a sense of emptiness and melancholy. but i hv the interest ... my product has the enthusiasm within itself!! Yeah! go for it! haha ... i am crapping again! ok and b4 that i was practising messiah and watermusik! ahhh ... so nice! especially messiah! then i tried to accent hard as in, " what they hv i also want!" theory ... then when i hit the first note ... my ear drums vibrated! i have probably lost a few millions of cells! but i just couldn't get sick of playing that piece! played and played all over agian!  ystdy sze was giving us an enriching talk on intonation and muscular memory! haha ... think he will make an outstanding philosopher ... at least he doesn't crap ... his words are all of fine quality, not like some of our school teachers ... can just stone there while listening to their so called "wonderful experience" ... but it has got no substance at all! sheesh ... and poor libing got traumatised when she was asked to sit in front! she was so farnie when she squealed during the rehersal! haha so ticklish! anyway ... ever since school reopened ... i had never a day of tranquil or that was slow-paced! well .. at least there were some days where it was coupled with enjoyment! and 1 BEEEEG thing to announce! *Sobbingly* I did SOOO badly for my geog EOY paper!!! i am just gonna die for my humans this yr! aiyo ... liddat how to get into my destined combi?! boohoohoo! oh man ... my section C was like wonderfull scored (haha i noe i am bragging!) but then my section A and B sucked big time! i think i got the highest for Section C and lowest for Section A and B in class! Section C is supposed to be the hardest n nid to think the most and Section A and B would just kill a few of ur brain cells but i got SOOOO BLOODY BLEPPIN' LOW!!! i hate it! why so low?! looks like i hv to depend on my history! Go man! budden today history quiz i think i did v.v. badly ... haiz dun feel like talking about sad affairs! my heart is aching so badly! i studied quite hard for my geog exam and my efforts went futile down the toilet bowl! Hard work ... isn't it supposed to be rewarding for those who work hard and strive for their best? i am beginning to doubt my capability ... or have i been mucking around too much? most prob ... gotta pull up my socks and envision a better semester ahead.  gtg do some stupid outlandish photo frame stuff for art now! Syonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-108921118967126652?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/108921118967126652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=108921118967126652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/108921118967126652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/108921118967126652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/07/okok.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-108882898275982826</id><published>2004-07-03T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T12:29:42.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! i'm blogging again! wahahaha ... really 've nothing to do! it's not that i am so free or whatsoever ... but i've got so many stuff to complete that i don't know where to start from! AARGH! felt so funny without NYSE practice today. woke up and was like almost wanted to jump out of the bed to prepare but then again, was like, oh ya! today got 'O' levels LC. so i slobbered like nobody's business around the house this whole morning ... uncertain of what to do! well, i din have the mood to do my assignments ... guess i shall do it at 4 O'clock sharp! yep, no earlier no later than that! okok ... enuff of rattling my butts off ... shall go and practise my precious baby violin!! byeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-108882898275982826?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/108882898275982826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=108882898275982826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/108882898275982826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/108882898275982826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/07/hello-im-blogging-again-wahahaha_03.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-108869102789029210</id><published>2004-07-01T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T22:10:27.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Splendidly revolting! in an annoyed mood now. but still chose to blog to vent my anger on the keyboard!!! we have to write this letter of complaint for eng lesson cos our dear ms sabrina is away for some seminar.  why do dudes complain? simple answr: cos they are dissatisfied with the current unpleasant situation they are in.  that's me! i'm so disgruntled with so many stuff! AARGH! yet can't think of any solutions to rectify the problem. any ideas for the lodgement of complaint are warmly sobbingly welcomed! what to write tomorrow?  i can't write during lessons cos i can't experience the flow! i need the brainwaveeee for penning compositions! haha. lame. sheesh! i luv to daydream during classes.  looking out of the window are the fluffy cotton clouds hovering across the shimmeringly attractive blue sky. is life as pure and gorgeous as it is? Fantasize! is it wrong to daydream? only if u let ur imagination run riot, will you be able to explre for answers to life which you never once knew. it can fill your life with hope and glints! i hate monotonous schooldays.  have it ever crossed your mind why is that we can remember our idol's particulars and life so well yet all school work is so intricate and difficult to get it into your head? well, i supposed it's becos u noe that reading up on your idol is a pleasure, cos u are aware that it's not in the compulsory school syllabus, yet when it comes to schoolwork, you tend to be very rigid cos u are tied down by criteria, marking scheme, etc.  maybe, the MOE should adopt another approach to teaching at school to make learning a more enjoyable progression? Easier said than done. well, but it's only a suggestion. no malicious objectives. haha. okie dokie ... enuff of blogging, another weary schoolday tomorrow! Dreads ... tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-108869102789029210?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/108869102789029210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=108869102789029210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/108869102789029210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/108869102789029210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/07/splendidly-revolting-in-annoyed-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-108860636805879924</id><published>2004-06-30T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T17:29:11.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiyeee ... oh man! guess what? i practised the violin for so long today! hmmm ... i am starting to like my precious poshy violin now! i think i practised for about 2hrs and 15 mins! can u uttterly believe it? ah huh!i finally have more self-discipline! *in awe and wonderment of myself* haha. cos today we din have many assignments, except for some hwk from the history wbk and lit essay which i have done! yay! but i haven bought the book so oh well, guess i can still indulge in my reverie! speaking of history, i got ticked off by that person which i dun call a teacher. he is just not fit to be one. he doesnt garner my respect and i dun expect him to give me reverence. i KNEW there were wry and caustic cynicism in his words. he picks particularly on me in our class and it's palpable to all. well, U(that person) doubt my competence? i won't be overpowered so easily! LET ME TELL YOU: i take your derision as pure sadistic pleasure; the more you pick on me, the harder i will work and excel in this subject! i am just that hard-wearing! Obstacle? no way, i take it as a CHALLENGE! when he reprimanded me, a phony look of repent crept onto my even so blasé face. look here: i resent you! you made me stronger but i won't thank you for that! cos it was my determination which helped me! enuff ramble ... it really gets to my nerves. yup, today was a bloody hectic day. rushed from one place to another to attend workshops, culture classes and completing some insanely barren HE &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=STUFF" target="_blank"&gt;stuff&lt;/a&gt;. but it was an accomplishment! ha. but i snoozed blithely on my cosy &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BED" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; when i got &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOME" target="_blank"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt; at dusk. now i am REVITALIZED! oh man, i sound like some gooby nocturnal creature. anyway, &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SCHOOL" target="_blank"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt; doesn't spell good these few days, with meandering tortuous long list of upcoming projects. 7. what a unfathomable number! (yeah right). oh man, i feel like just &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=STUFFING" target="_blank"&gt;stuffing&lt;/a&gt; this dopey sneselss mind of mine into the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=TOILET" target="_blank"&gt;toilet&lt;/a&gt; bowl and flush it down! haha. end of all universe qualms! PERIOD. ystdy yibing had a surprise &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=STUFF" target="_blank"&gt;stuff&lt;/a&gt; for sze bfde. it was so hilarious! everyone was cheekily smiling at sze when he was uncertain and disgusted at the concoction specially prepared for him! and we were all luffing our butts off when he took a teeny weeny sip of the mysterious potion.haha. there it was Pizza Hut's chilli and parmesan cheese inside. SO uproarious! i was virutally impressed with yibing's twisted indigenious ingenuity! haha. then so many comical &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=STUFF" target="_blank"&gt;stuff&lt;/a&gt; happened. it was sort of a WILD &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=GOOSE" target="_blank"&gt;GOOSE&lt;/a&gt; CHASE! yup... ok guess i should go and wash-up, do jci's "spiritually exigent" pythegoras thrm question! ho boy! it's gonna stilmulate, or rather burst all my brain cells! and read history notes so that that person can't find any slip-ups at me! it's gonna be a BOMPY WHOMPY THOMPY ride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-108860636805879924?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/108860636805879924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=108860636805879924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/108860636805879924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/108860636805879924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/06/hiyeee.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-108834991817130458</id><published>2004-06-27T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T23:25:18.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hEyA ... i'm blogging again ... but tonight's the last night of sch hols! *sob sob sob* *needs ju's high class ply 3 tissue* boohoohoo! i HATE school! living in singapore is just so stressful. Nerve-racking lives ... is that all peepz out there ask for? I'm going BERSERK! the international schools are all having breaks until sept and we have to slobber back to school on june the 28th? RIDICULOUS! well, maybe it's their summer hols in their own' country.  we have summer all year round and why aren't we getting hols all year round? this is inequitable! ok ... i noe what i said was outlandish but hmmm ... but anyway quit this hols and stuff! we got to work and strive for the best in everything in life! agree? SAY YOU DO! i just hate some dudes for reading my blog blatantly, or rather SUREPTITIOUSLY... they come and read my blog for sadistic pleasure and to find out what's happening in mi life but I HATE YOU! Back off, you kid! i dun mind most ppl reading my blog, but recently i discovered that some peepz have been up to no good reading my blog! GRRR ... you are gonna get it from me! i won't mention WHO that person is ... but if u happen to read this entry AGAIN and feel guilty, that person is most probably YOU! ok ... i noe that blogs are meant to be public ... but anyway ... beyond explanation! was not very happy today. so pardon me for my bluntness. got annoyed at someone at 3:40 pm today. she actually said i was Kiasu? haha ... what a BIG FAT JUICY JOKE! i think that comment was very out of line and uncalled for. nvm ... shan't ramble on anymore in case SHE reads mi blog. which i think she will. anyway, she can't say anything right? A blog is a shrine of free-expression, so when it's my blog, means it's my territory, so u have no right to intrude in whatever i write.  oh gosh ... i am sounding so MALEVOLENT now! but i'm usually not liddat ... unless it gets really up to mi nerves! which is once in a blue moon; cos i seldom blow my top. Well, at least i'm not blowing my top here, i am only declaring all my annoyance in here.ho boy! i am gonna work very hard from now onwards ... so those blocking in my course of action, BACK OFF! i hope to see a rewarding 2004 when i reflect back at all the hardship i've been through. CHEERS to my SUCCESS! YUUUUMMM SAYYY! okok ... it's almost 12 ... gotta go and bathe and snooze soon! goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-108834991817130458?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/108834991817130458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=108834991817130458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/108834991817130458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/108834991817130458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/06/heya_27.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-108825518548514708</id><published>2004-06-26T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T21:06:25.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! ok ... i'm supposed to be busy now practising the violin but i am procastinating for a while!  *seek for forgiveness* my fingers' skin are on the verge of splitting. It has blown into a mighty swell now! *owtch* and my neck is stiff from slanting. acutally i prefer playing the piano to violin. cos it's easier and the sound that comes out of a piano is nicer. I think i am just making noise out of mi violin. sheesh! ok ok ... sometimes my my violin justs presents a mystified melody to me, so soothing to mi ears and years, but then sometimes it justs CREAKS! i hate it! sheesh! what contradiction! i hope tmr mi tchr won't scold! cos he reprimanded me like shit for my BLEEPIN' playing last lesson! sometimes i really wonder how i survived playing the violin for so many yrs.  i dun feel the same for my precious piano cos i have an undying passion for it. budden the violin sometimes make me wanna shout up till the sky! i wonder how some peepz can be so virtuoso in the violin! ok ok come down ... practice makes perfect right? haha ... i always tell myself to devote more time to the violin but i just dun feel like it! but when i start playing it, i really indulge into it! can someone tell me WHY is this happening? WHY? but when it comes to the piano, i will just automatically go visit it.  It just runs in me! SHeesh! how! i hate my lifestyle.  SO busy wif everything.  CCA,sutdies, projects, music classes, running errands for tchrs etc. And i still DARE to laze around! WHY is it that i just can't master enough self-discipline? WHY? Some peepz are so carefree! so few CCA, everyday can slack.  But nvm, the more effort you put in, the more sows you will reap.  Agree? SAY YOU DO! anyway ... i feel so depressed.  I think i am probably the most hectic girl in class! bz wif countless stuff everyday!still want to vote me for councillor. Mad! some peepz say that i am always so energetic, bz wif so many stuff,play so much, speak so well,yet studies still so superb! it's not true.  i work hard towards my goals.  When i am v. busy, i make sure i plan my time well ok! Study hard, Play hard. That's the way to GO! haha. but actually i dun realli study; it's always lucky lucky then score high one. or maybe it's becos i dun memorize, i understand.  Some dudes got this whole bunch of textbook stored in them, but what one really wants to achieve is KNOWLEDGE! so u've got to understand in order to apply it in other examples. but sometimes when you are aware that u are bz with lotsa stuff, you are just compelled to make use of the extra time you have to complete everything. On the other hand, when u are so free, u tend to think that u have up till the sky to finish everything, so u delay and drag. At the end of the day, you dun make any progress. that's my philosophy, pls dun be angry if u disagree!  but maybe i have to really study harder this 2nd half of the year. My excellent grades for the 1st half of the year was 90% on luck; i dun think lady luck would stay on my side for eternal. Must pull up my socks! And study harder! i cannot always be so tyco right? ok ... so to conclude, i must devote more time to my precious baby violin and study harder to achieve my end-year goals! GO HUI-FEN! i know YOU CAN DO IT! never turn down to anything.  &lt;strong&gt;Nothing is impossible is you dun say impossible!&lt;/strong&gt; The SKY IS THE LIMIT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-108825518548514708?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/108825518548514708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=108825518548514708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/108825518548514708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/108825518548514708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/06/hello-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-108817220649101300</id><published>2004-06-25T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T22:03:26.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiyeeee! mental ... greeting myself! okok ... went out today! WHOOOOOPY! bought some nice necklaces!one of them with this nice bulgy pink heart! so seductive! hee hee ... yup! then bought a pair of surfers' shorts! v. nice! haha ... actually i have the intention of buying the lime green wallet that i have been yearning for ages but couldn't find a nice design! ok ... then i went to CUT MY HAIR! argh! my hair keep until so long so nice then i cut it. But of course not CUT SHORT! yep ... but until about my shoulder there! so now when tie it's one cute short pony tail! and i dun feel so stifling anymore! Then spend my bleepin' day at home modelling around! with my new short hair and new pants! i was so egotistical! haha! nvm ... very amusing! then i called yl;  she sounded so irritated ... i wanted to like punch her in the face! So annoyed! there is really escalating cynaism when you step into adulthood as u unveil all the ugly stuff abt peepz and discover the aggressivenss of human nature. nvm ... *cool down* i shall drink some water *Gulp Gulp Gulp*. And i compelled myself to do Lit. sheesh. At least i did a very tiny weeny bit! For the past 3 weeks, i used to procastinate when it comes to completing assignments. For everytime i tried to settle down attempting my sums, there is a wave of apprehension sweeping over me! And i will get intensely distracted ... looking at my com, my bed, my ornaments, my hi-fi set and the most impt thing has longed been forgotten!  feeling of sinister. Sigh, ok at least i am on the verge of completing everything! i wanna go to K Box to sing and vent all my aggravations! anyone wants to come with me? *hint hint* but everyone all say broke ... then liddat how am i supposed to go? Alone? preposterous! Dudes would think i am a looney! yup, but i am one at times, just laughing like no peeps' business! or would u say i have a humorous nature? haha ... okok stop crapping about myself.  i wish there is such a thing in SS as theatre Lit instead of book lit.  For one thing, i really hate reading classics, and for the second, i am eyes glued to watching musicals, and nice shows! so i would get really interested in theatre lit! i feel so entantagled in classic lit! GRRRR! i wanna break free from my MUNDANE world! ARGHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296789-108817220649101300?l=doggypiglet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/feeds/108817220649101300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296789&amp;postID=108817220649101300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/108817220649101300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296789/posts/default/108817220649101300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggypiglet.blogspot.com/2004/06/hiyeeee-mental.html' title=''/><author><name>hui-fen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058981991969045398</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-7296789.post-108805858362915977</id><published>2004-06-24T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T18:37:45.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heya ... can't believe i am a little good girl, staying at home doing homework.  heehee ... can't help it ... have been mucking around too much; my nonchalence towards homework has made me so exasperated and desperate this last week!well, it's Hobson's choice. okok ...but yay! i finished almost all mi homework! *pats myself on the back*  yesterday i spent the whole day doing that huge science assignment *phew* ... and today ... i spent the whole morning doing the H.P. movie review! can't believe i finished two huge assignments in 1.5 &lt;strong&gt;days&lt;/strong&gt;! oh yes! and junice came to mi beautiful house yesterday to do PW! hahaha... and we finished the bulk of it! this feels so great! ~lalala~ and junice was like walking around my whole house scrutinizing it, haha ... like a little curious kid waddling around ...so cute! but then i knew so much about foot-binding and contemporary vs. modern views on this touchy issue after reading so much on the internet ... heehee ... And what have i been doing for the past 3.5 &lt;strong&gt;weeks&lt;/strong&gt;? yay! now, i've left with only the intimdating e-lit assignment! YIPEEEE!  ok ... to reward myself, i am gonna go out tomorrow and SPLURGE! yay! i am so light-hearted today! My homework starts to smell fragrant now! and i think i grew taller this hols too! last yr i was only 1.53m ok! but this yr ... i am abt 1.63m le!! yay! but i can't believe the holidays are almost over! *sob sob sob*how can! it's just too short!i hate school! i dun wanna go to school! okok ... i am starting to sound like a pre-school child! hmmm ... but i really have such a hectic life that i feel like taking a long break to refreshen myself.  the first half of the year has been an enriching experience; an experience never experienced last yr.  I am actually marvelled at how i managed to cope with my busy CCA, studies, project and enjoyment! yay! *three claps for myself; clap clap clap*.  well ... hope this can continue for the rest of the year.  My life feels much more fufilling this yr! Acutally when you are really very busy wif everything, you tend to dismiss your life as mundane. Agree? Say you do! 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